Uproar /PJM FF

Chapter 77

Time flies they say and that is the reason most people at the end of their days refer to life as short. It long only when you are struggling for time depends on the one experiencing it. Abstract and unreachable, difficult to comprehend even, impossible to halt or speed it up willingly. Such a flitting and strange thing time sure were yet it was magical. And anyone can be a magician. Anyone can travel through it, in a blink of an eye.

Your body may not visit any place of the past or the future but your mind will take you wherever you want to be, at a speed greater than any other, simply be an order coming from your heart. That's one of the reasons we hold dear to our memories for they are checkpoints in the map of our lives, that enable us to go back, smell the familiar moment, hear the words someone could have once said, feel the feelings that moment once made us feel.

The light breeze, hitting against your face with Sira walking by your side in this early morning hour, was all it had taken for your memories of the days you would go to University together, to float your mind. Just like this, she used to speak of random things, with the same sparkling eyes and you would smile at her and nod your head, having your attention half there and half not.

"Earth calling Y/N~You aren't even listening." She waved her hand before your eyes, making you blink a few times as you brought your feet to a halt then left your smile to grow more, for she was right.

"Of course, I was listening. You were talking about the wedding dress shops you plan on taking me to." You tried to defend yourself by using the last words you remembered her speaking about that were mostly the same subject she and you had been talking about for the last four days.

From that day that all had shared breakfast together, you had found yourself on vacation, as Jin had contacted you that Namjoon was to be kept in the hospital for some days and as such he would not need you to go to work. Surely the news had been a bit worrisome, but maybe a break from that job was needed, for you and Namjoon most likely way more than you.

You had taken this few days that you were free as an opportunity, to start with the planning of your wedding, the date of still was not decided, but Jimin had reassured you that the sooner he was to become yours, the sooner he would be the happiest man on earth and surely you didn't want to hold him from feeling such emotions.

"You are seriously love struck. I was talking about shoes Y/N. I stepped on a gum earlier. Ah~" Sira lowered her head as a deep exhale escaped her lips, pretending to be slightly disappointed at you, only to make you take hold of her arm and gift her a soft apology, that didn't take long to erase her momentary dramatic act.

"It's okay, It's okay~. You are allowed to be lovestruck~ That's what we are here for~" She teased you and you rolled your eyes at her while still smiling.

"Please, let me live~" You gave her a pleading gaze that only made her laugh more before you two started walking again, reaching the first shop you had to visit in search of a wedding dress. A place where Areum had been waiting on you to arrive since she had gotten there five minutes prior to you.

You had invited her to join you in your so-called journey to find the perfect dress, as Sira referred to it and she had cleared up her schedule, just to be present because for Areum this was the first time in her life that she had close friends besides Jungkook and it had sure made her feel more excited than when she had been looking for her own dress, back in the days she was supposed to marry Jin.

She greeted you with a smile once you and Sira entered the place and you returned her gesture before greeting the workers that were there and welcomed you.

"Oh, this place sure looks expensive," Sira commented under her breath for only you to hear as you approached Areum.

"It sure does look too expensive...maybe we should try going to some other place." You suggested as your eyes kept observing the surroundings that were way luxurious enough to make you feel out of place.