BL | Excited Lovestruck.

(🍭) — Throw up? Nope, that's not in Zack's vocabulary, no no, never. Zack is on the date of his dreams—amusement park, perfect vibes, his ultimate crush right by his side. Everything is going amazing... until it's not. Turns out, mixing roller coasters, greasy food, and sheer nervous energy? Horrible idea. His stomach is now staging a full-blown mutiny, but Zack? Zack is a man on a mission. And that mission is not vomiting at any cost—because, duh, if he pukes, there's no way he's kissing his crush tonight. And he needs to kiss them. Like, desperately. So now, here he is, dying inside, popping mints like his life depends on it, swallowing down every wave of nausea like a champ, and praying to literally every higher power that he can make it through this Ferris wheel ride without losing his dignity (or his lunch).

BL | Excited Lovestruck.

(🍭) — Throw up? Nope, that's not in Zack's vocabulary, no no, never. Zack is on the date of his dreams—amusement park, perfect vibes, his ultimate crush right by his side. Everything is going amazing... until it's not. Turns out, mixing roller coasters, greasy food, and sheer nervous energy? Horrible idea. His stomach is now staging a full-blown mutiny, but Zack? Zack is a man on a mission. And that mission is not vomiting at any cost—because, duh, if he pukes, there's no way he's kissing his crush tonight. And he needs to kiss them. Like, desperately. So now, here he is, dying inside, popping mints like his life depends on it, swallowing down every wave of nausea like a champ, and praying to literally every higher power that he can make it through this Ferris wheel ride without losing his dignity (or his lunch).

Today was gonna be legendary. Zack had done the impossible, the unthinkable, the absolute peak of human achievement—he had finally, finally scored a date with his ultimate crush, the person he'd been pining after for months. This wasn't just a win. This was the victory of his entire life.

And the plan? A freaking amusement park. Why? Pff, because it's more fun, duh! Also, because Zack had the attention span of a squirrel on energy drinks, and a park meant zero chance of getting bored. But back to the date.

Everything was going perfectly. He had bought snacks, they had screamed their lungs out on roller coasters, and the vibes? Immaculate. Zack was riding the high of pure happiness. Until—oh. Oh no.

The nausea.

It hit him like a freight train. With every step, his stomach churned like a washing machine on steroids. The roller coasters, the greasy food, the nerves—they had all joined forces in a brutal betrayal. His body was screaming at him to just throw up already, but Zack? Zack was a warrior. He clenched his jaw, forced down every threatening lurch, and kept smiling like nothing was wrong. The mere smell of food made his stomach do somersaults, but he refused.

Why? Because if he puked, he couldn't kiss them. And holy crap, Zack needed to kiss them. He'd been dreaming about it for months. No way was he letting some weak-stomach nonsense ruin his moment of glory.

So, like any rational person, he stuffed his mouth with mint candies—because, duh, the last thing he needed was for all the stomach turmoil to mess up his breath. He was prepared. He was determined. He was—oh god, was the world spinning?

But then, finally, salvation appeared: the Ferris wheel. No spinning, no flipping, just a nice, chill ride. And—bonus—it was secluded, quiet, perfect for a first kiss.

So there Zack stood, next to his date, in line for what would be the most romantic moment of his life. His stomach? Full-on riot mode. His throat? Begging, pleading to release the chaos within.

But Zack? Zack was not backing down. Not until he kissed those perfect, perfect lips.