Autumn St.

The Late Autumn: 63

"When I was young my dad would go to the shore with me and my hyung to collect seashells. Then we're going to cook it in a pot" Jungkook narrates, sitting down the blanket with his hands pressed against the ground behind his back like a support, long right leg over the left. The pupils of Tzuyu stares upwards pondering about the time she run away from the waves as a child. He stares at her with a little smile. "I was scared of the sea when I was young" she honestly says if ever Jungkook is waiting for a story about the beach. Laughter breaks into the grass and trees carpeted ground. The green shades of the trees in several yards is cut by the light brown hue of the sand then vast blueness of the sea before them. Jeju island's arms keeps their hearts at peace as though they are only two ordinary people. "I want to be like that" Jungkook whispers gazing over the scenery, mouth upturned in a dream like manner. "Like what?" she asks. "A cool dad" says he with sparkly gaze as if seeing the moment where his son and wife are watching him on the stage. He fall into a grin, bunny sort. She paused not knowing how to react yet.

"You will for sure"

"reallly?" he asked rather bright. She nods. "I really hope" grinning, he. Jungkook throws a grape up the air, falling straight to his mouth. She too, took a bite on the chocolate bread.

Jungkook lies down using his arm as a pillow, gazing up the blue sky. Month had gone now since the night they talked at the Autumn St. It was not easy nor was it not awkward at the first few days but the thing about awkwardness is that it melts the more you approach it. Vice versa it gets harder when you don't so as they promised they work on their relationship now more attentively and willingly. Jungkook's eyes slides to her direction, her hair is laid down on the other side of her face emphasizing her features from his spot. He gazes quietly. It's as if she felt his gaze that she look over him. His bambi eyes forms an arch. Soft dimple smile writes across her face.

The day turns to night while they drive back to Seoul. Jungkook parks the car in front of Twice's dorm. The engine laid down. Silence prevails inside the car, not empty but rather a cloudy kind of quietness. "We're not going to see each other for a long time again" thumb caressing her hand, he looks down their hands that are intertwined. "We'll see each other in New york. Until then and after, take good care of yourself okay?" she tells him in a sincere tone. Jungkook nods telling her to take good care too and always call especially when something not so good is going on. They hugged each other for seconds then releases. Jungkook's gaze landed on her necklace, the ring and it somehow sparks a smile to his lips.

The warm breeze turns into ample cool while time moves forward. Beginning of the tours launched the work pile resembling pyramid blocks which even a single one is required to be carried with utmost effort. Choreography practice starts at the first peek of the sun in the sky. At high noon, interviews are being filmed for the documentary series or for promotional purposes. Then, sound check by the afternoon. Night time the concert hall vibrates, shines and endangers eardrums. The cycle goes on and on every single country and every single day therefore, only leaving them an ounce of time for making music and for personal matters. "What are you doing? You're still awake?" Tzuyu asks in a quiet voice. He pans the camera over the music strips at the computer screen "Um, I'm composing a new melody" whispers he, headset resting around the neck. "I heard something at Yoongi and Hoseok hyung's room- they are probably still awake. It's the only time we could do this." Jungkook blinks his eyes vigorously, easing the dryness. A yawn escapes his mouth. "Why are you still awake by the way?" he studies her, who is sitting at a wooden floor, leaning back to a black curtain. "Practice.... Our flight is tomorrow and the concert will be at night. We are running behind so we need to practice til morning" replies she, blinking slowly as if her eyelids are heavy.