#but yas. i love small dogs i love large dogs i get certain critiques for each.. and im glad that ppl are able to say I wouldnt be able to

[nomaishuttle]

i am just a small dog girlie and they are my best friends. i love them sm

[monotonemanday]

A State Fair-y Tale

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Upbeat circus type music could be heard in the distance in one direction and in the other there was pleasant music coming from a small stage, most likely a local band. Children running around, laughing, chasing one another, teenagers walking around hand in hand, parents enjoying a bit of a break from wrangling up kids all day. 

The sun was out and there were only a few big bright fluffy white clouds in the beautiful light blue sky. You looked out across the huge field spotting so many different sectioned off areas, families with their spots set up in the grass, a small roller coaster, a large ship that rocked back and forth, something spinning at an alarming speed, a ferris wheel and a sea of different tents and booths for local vendors. 

It had been awhile since you were at a State Fair. Ever since you had moved away from home you were constantly in big cities, and at present day, there was nothing small or rural about your life. 

You had returned to your home town because one of your favorite cousins you had grown up with was getting married. You thought it would be the perfect opportunity to bring along your partner, your boyfriend. Show him off a bit. 

The wedding went off perfectly. A beautiful ceremony and he had charmed everyone in attendance. Even your cousin, the blushing bride, had a few words of envy for you about how lucky you are. And you knew it to be true. You loved that you could show off your man. But now...here at the fair. It was a bit much. People couldn't stop staring.

With your blanket in one hand and his hand in the other you gave a side glance to your boyfriend. He insisted on wearing that three piece suit. His normal attire, but at a state fair? Well...it looked like he was running for mayor of the town or something. Trying to make a good impression.

"Jumin?"

He turned to face towards you, the sun dancing off his raven hair.

"Yes, love?"

"Are you sure you're okay wearing a suit? It's pretty warm out, and it will continue to get hotter."

He furrowed his brows together, signifying his entering into deep thought.

"Perhaps, I should have listened to you, my dear. It seems I have severely misinterpreted what a fair like this would be like. I am stubborn to a fault." He tugged your hand, pulling you in close to him and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I can simply take off my suit jacket if it gets too warm."

You gave him a heartfelt smile and rolled your eyes internally. You loved how he dressed, how he carried himself and how he was so naive too certain things. Of course having a man escort you around in a suit made you feel almost like royalty, but you were in a small rural town, for the state fair, and you were going to show him what it was like. What it was like to genuinely experience something like this. 

"Jumin, I brought a change of clothes in the car just in case your stubborn walls came down." 

The corner of his lips upturned and he gave a throaty chuckle.

"Alright, love. I'll see if I can make it work." 

As Jumin walked back to the car, you sauntered around for a bit and found the perfect spot in the grass. Unfolding the blanket you began to spread it out, when a group of women came up to you. You recognized them and greeted them kindly. They made a little bit of small talk but then immediately went into the third degree with their questions. Each one of course being about Jumin.

Once they heard the word "boyfriend" their jaws dropped. Asking if he was a politician, a celebrity, a billionaire playboy. If you were just his mistress, and if he needed another. You were becoming overwhelmed with their squawking, the heat getting to you on top of that. Feeling weak at the knees, you suddenly felt a gentle hand placed on the small of your back and a rich baritone voice silence they clucking hens.

"Good afternoon, Ladies. I hope you are enjoying yourselves. My dear, are these old friends of yours?"

Jumin was no longer in his suit but the wide eyed Mary's staring at him were still equally impressed. Now dressed in form fitting khaki shorts and a light lavender button up shirt, you found yourself staring as well. Him being so covered up most of the time, you often forgot how fit he looked. His calf muscles, his forearms, everything so toned. With a few blinks you snapped yourself back to reality and out of your day dream fantasies.

"Oh, yes this are some acquaintances that I used to know."

Jumin chatted with them amicably for a beat. If he allowed it, they probably would have talked to him the rest of the day and well into the night. But Jumin didn't waste time with such things and he also wasn't about to let a day with you go to waste.

"It was nice meeting you all, but I am afraid I have to cut things short. I am here on a date with my loved one and she has a lot to show me when it comes to these fairs." His hand once again found yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours. You both found each others gaze and smiled brightly at each other.

"Okay, let's go!" You begin to walk off in a random direction but your were stopped. Jumin had his feet planted and wasn't very...mobile. "Jumin?"

"We are leaving? But we just put the blanket down."

"Well yes, to save our spot. We will come back after we look around and get somethings to eat. This is really just where we'll come to take a break or if we get a whole bunch to eat and need to sit!"

Jumin loved your enthusiasm, but he was still a bit perplexed.

“We’re going to leave it unattended? What if it is stolen? If someone mistakes it for their own? Can someone take over this spot we have pick if we ourselves are not present”

Looping your arm through his and snuggling close to his side you stifled your giggling.

“This is a small community, Jumin. Not the big city. It will be fine here, I promise.” With a gentle nudge he let you know he was ready to go on the days adventure. 

First, the two of you walked around arm in arm, getting the lay of the land. You explained which stalls were games, which were shops, and which sold food. You showed him where different competitions took place. Those were the most confusing for him.

“A pie eating contest? People compete in who can eat a dessert better? How can you tell who is eating it best?” 

“Well Jumin, it’s whoever has the most enjoyable expression while eating.”

He blinked at you and rubbed the back of his head in inquiry.

"I don't think that is all that accurate..."

You let out a satisfying belly laugh and pecked his flushed cheek.

"Eating contests are when people try to eat the most of something in a certain amount of time. Pie's, Hot Dog's. Maybe one day we can find a Pancake eating contest and you can enter."

"Or a whine drinking contest?" Jumin asked in all seriousness as his eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas.

"I think you and Jihyun already have those at home."

The two of you laugh and make your way further down the line of sections. 

"Are these the pie's they use for the contest?" When you looked to what Jumin was pointing at you saw a table with several different pies all lined up.

"Oh! No, that is the Pie BAKING contest. That's where locals bring their best attempts at pies and then the best one wins!"

"I see. So they bring in chefs and critics I am sure. With degrees and high levels of experience?"

"Uhm. No. Usually it's like, the Mayor, or a local business owner."

"Well that won't do. That is not fair to the people who are looking to have their baking judged. Clearly they are looking for praise and critique."

"Actually I think it's more of something they do for fu- no no no no Jumin! Get back here!" You were scream whispering at your boyfriend who left your side and was now talking to the woman he had seen holding the prize ribbons. 

Hastily you ran up to them to try and diffuse the situation, when you recognized the woman. Mrs. Cook your old babysitter. 

"Mrs. Cook I'm so sorry to-"

"Is this your girlfriend young man?" She interrupted you with a big hug and took a good look at you.

"You've grown so much! I was just talking to this charming young man. He mentioned his girlfriend was from here and I am assuming that he was talking about you!" She gave you another bear like hug. "I always knew you were going to end up with someone so successful! A businessman with unparalleled good looks as well!" She gave him a cheeky little wink of her own.

"Thank you, I hope he wasn't being too harsh with you abou-" You were interrupted again by her enthusiasm.

"No No! He's wonderful. Actually, I was wondering if you two would like to be the judges of the pie eating contest." 

Looking over at Jumin, he slowly produced his most charming smile. You gently shook your head, embarrassed by his antics but for his sake you agreed. Before the competition started, Jumin asked you a few more questions. Like why do the pie's get accolades and ribbons when it was the person that baked the pie that is the real winner. You explained it's just for show in a way. He also explained to you why he asked your old babysitter for the task of judging the pies. How you are a local and fitting for the task and how he is a prominent business man and due to his high demand of fine dining with clients he has the perfect pallet for such a thing. The real reasons why he wanted to judge however, remained a mystery. But you had a hunch it was because he knew how much you loved pie. Once the two of you finished judging the pies, the contest was over, and local photographers and reporters were done swarming your boyfriend. The two of you continued on. 

Jumin bought a few souvenirs at the stalls where people were selling hand crafted goods. You had him try several deep fried things, cotton candy, junk after junk after junk. 

The two of you played some games. Jumin was perfect at the ring toss, the two of you were dead awful at the shooting range and Jumin ended up winning you a large stuffed animal playing darts. Not because he was good at it, but because he had ended up asking the worker so many questions and going over so many statistics that the worker gave it to him just so he would get out of his hair. You saw some more people that you recognized from your past and watched a couple of bands on the stage. Jumin seemed very fond of how calm and simple it was having a gentle local band performing for a crowd.

After walking around and introducing Jumin to fresh squeezed lemonade, the two of you returned to your blanket and sat down with a funnel cake for each of you.

The crispy fried bread topped with the messy powdered sugar smelt so delicious and so inviting. Familiar to you but foreign to Jumin. Ready to take an enormous bite yourself you noticed Jumin looking at his hesitantly.

"Is something wrong, hun?"

"Well..." His cheeks were a light pink and he held the plate up to his eye level. "It's just...how are you supposed to eat this? The sugar on the top is very messy. There are no utensils. And everything else we ate today, well for the most part, came on a stick."

"You use your hands, Jumin." Your heart was bursting with joy and love for this adorable man. 

Holding your funnel cake in the air, making a proper path to your mouth you suddenly felt a breeze whip by you and a bite from your funnel cake was gone.

"Jumin! You use your own hands! To eat your own food!" You burst out laughing as you catch him with his cheeks puffed out. Stuffed with the big bite he just took. He swallowed and closed his eyes, shaking his head. 

"Darling, I have learned many things today but this is where you are wrong. Eating it this way is much better." He picked his funnel cake off of his plate and held it carefully to your mouth. You took a bite and blushed once you realized the two of you were feeding each other in plain view of everyone else. 

The day was coming to an end and the two of you folded up your blanket. With the sun getting ready to set, Jumin took your hand and walked you to the Ferris Wheel. You waited in line while each basket rotated to the bottom for people to step in. When it was your turn, you got in the basket and Jumin stopped short. 

"There is no worker that escorts us in here? A driver for our basket?"

"Jumin...there's no-"

He stepped inside and gave you a smirk, with kind gentle eyes.

"I know. I was simply making a joke."

The two of you sat across each other, your basket mid way up, waiting for the actual ride to start. Suddenly you felt it shifting and sway back and forth.

"Jumin! You're making the weight un-even!" You were scolding him as you were clinging onto the front of his shirt. He had stood up and moved to sit directly next to you.

"I know that, love. But I feel better having you safe in my arms instead of across the way."

With your nerves settled the Ferris Wheel began it's journey. You leaned on his shoulder and the two of you watched the sunset in silence for several rotations. Occasionally you felt him lay a gentle kiss on top of your head. 

"Jumin, thank you for coming with me."

"Hhmmm?" He looked down at you and you looked up to see him a bit puzzled.

"We came here for my cousins wedding. We didn't have any other reason for being here. But you made time to come to the state fair, on a date with me. Thank you."

He pulled you in closer and you rested your head on his shoulder once more. "No, dear. Thank you. I never thought like this things were a necessity, and I never thought that the way I grew up made me anything but normal. I never thought I had to participate in these kinds of things to make me like everyone else. And I still don't. I learned a lot of things and had a lot of fun. I needed to come here today not to be like everyone else, but because this is a part of you and the world you grew up in. So it's important that I take part in it too."

Feeling immense light and love you craned your neck so that the two of you could share a soft kiss. Enjoying all of the sounds, the breeze, and looking back on the memories of today, you realized something. 

No matter where you are, what you are doing, how he is dressed, or if he is doing something new or something he has done a thousand times; He will always be the prince making you feel like a princess living out a fairy tale. Because no one could ever love, comfort, care for, or deliver, like Jumin Han.