Autumn St.

The Late Autumn: 62 (Part 2)

In an indoor tennis court, nets let loose in front the, about four little machine with circular mouth resembling a cannon steadily shots green balls at constant speed. Squeaks coming from Jungkook's shoes echoes, hitting the balls launching at sorts of direction. Swinging the racket in the air double his strength for the final shot "Ah I didn't get everything", shaking head to shove off the sweat at the hair over his forehead.  Baggy gray t-shirt has soak traces from the heat, he licks lips. Panting while he extends arms to the water bottle at the bench.

The trainer announces his score then calls Tzuyu to stand at the player line. He is chugging down the whole bottle yet spins mildly sideways to watch. Green, fist size balls shoots at the player line and she swings the racket one after one after one. Jungkook watches walking up the line, chest heaving upwards and down. Shoes squeaks rare to ears because of her waltz. Her legs leaps running after one ball, strategy shaken as if the ball has magnet it drags until she catches and hits a klutzy swing. The foul ball goes in unpredictable direction- ricocheting from the wall and hitting Jungkook on face.

"Ow" Tzuyu covers her mouth, dropping the racket. A wave of concern and fear surges in her wide open eyes. Jungkook bends down, hand over the left side of his face. She hurries to him, holding his shoulder, bending to see where he got hit. "where? I'm sorry, sorry" utters she repeatedly rather perplexed.

She sat him down the bench while she held his hand to remove them from his face. Jungkook's left eye is blinking, the part under kind of swollen, red and purple like a bruise from a punch. Her eyebrows furrowed "I'm really sorry. What did I do?-" The trainer presses an ice bag meaning to do some first aid but she kindly said "No, It's my fault, me me do it". The trainer asks once more if she is sure including some questions which she answered "Yes.. yes, I'll take care of him. Thank you" in a kind and polite voice with a sly smile that's sort of determined to hide worry, for the time being of the conversation.

Tzuyu gently touches his face then presses the ice bag lightly under his eyes- over the upper cheek rather. Through the other eye, Jungkook stares at her furrowed eyes, pooling with worry, and what's this he see? is it Fear? "Does it hurt so much?"

"Eh?" He snaps back to Earth. "Does it hurt so much?" she repeats, unconsciously answering why there is 'fear' on her eyes. "No- no" Jungkook stutters, a warm feeling blooming inside because for the first time since he remembered, she looked at him the way she did before. "Are you sure?-" gazing forward his eyes "I'm really sorry" touching his face with her point finger rather careful and light like a butterfly.

"Yes" a little yet bright smile flicker on his lips, the kind that reaches the eyes "I am really okay"

For the last few months, the two of them manages to grow closer together. Meeting once in every two weeks, learning new thing such s cooking, baking, playing sports or just hanging out in the apartment with the dogs while they are both in Korea. Forming a bond as if they were at the beginning of their relationship again. One of the days, Jungkook will just walk into the laundry room of BTS dorm lightly while Jimin separating white and colored shirts from one another. "Aren't we too happy?" smirks he to the BTS youngest who has a grin plastered on the lips. "I wonder?.." Jungkook tilts head, picking his white and colored clothes like a machine in full capacity. Jimin pauses in shock at his speed while he is standing still with clothes in either hand, bewildered gaze. He lays down the two on different baskets to pat Jungkook "Good for you" mouth arching a little. Jungkook stops and stands still for a while "Everything is going well now hyung. I feel like we're on our way to getting back to how we used to" a little but real smile crawls on his face, relieved. "As things should" Jimin commented, bending down to the baskets.

After half a day of doing the laundry Jungkook sleeps in his room. When the sun is near to hiding, Jin pulls Jungkook's arm the moment he steps in the first floor, dragging him somewhere. "Why? What's this?-" jaw dropped and dumbfounded, Jungkook takes involuntary steps. "Say nothing more, be my partner,we're playing game- Hurry" Jin storms at the common room wearing a joker sort smirk as if he was not the red man bicking they know before Jungkook was recruited on his team. He pushed Jungkook down to sit along the member's circle. "Ahh so you're playing this?" Jungkook touches the tiny square tiles consisting letters. "Scrabble but to spice things up a bit, every pass is equal to a consequence" Namjoon drops the square tiles while the other hand catches them. "What so?" Jungkook picks for himself inside a red pouch. "Drink or eat a food ending with the last letter of the word by your opposition. Or spill an embarrassing memory- or something related to that"