Transcendence.

Chapter 5. Lost.

It's been almost a week since the incident at the pool, but Jungkook still hadn't gotten his head around it. Just what in the hell was that? He knows what he saw, he just can't quite bring himself to believe it.
It's not like he'd been hypnotised or anything, fell to the power of suggestion, he knows it did happen, but it wasn't possible, was it?

Visiting the past?

And it was the past.

Wasn't it?

He'd felt it.

He just didn't really want to believe it, because what does that make him? Crazy? Delusional? And if that was the case, what did that make Tae, huh?
Shit, maybe they were both crazy.

And here he was thinking it was only misery that loved company.
He snorted a little, shaking his head and made a conscious effort to tune back into what Mr. Lee, the biology professor was talking about.

Mr. Park walked along the back of the work room checking on the students progress as they carved, planed, whittled and sanded their way around their project. Some made napkin holders, others carved and dug out smooth wooden fruit bowls, some not so smooth and not so steady.
It didn't matter, it wasn't part of their grade, it was purely for fun, and of course, practice, for some who were interested in the art of woodwork.

Jungkook had chosen to make a working toy. He started out not knowing what he wanted to make, maybe a small wooden doll, that he could finish in colourful paint work?
A tad predictable perhaps, but easy enough.

Though once he'd started, he found himself carving and smoothing the balsa wood into a more human form, taking his time carving out perfect features of an all too familiar face.
He just went with a natural flow, his hands and nimble fingers creating the effigy his heart so dearly desired.
Of course.
His artistic hands knew what he wanted to see, long before his mind had caught up with his creation.
The finished piece was a piano, intricately detailed, complete with pianist, whose long delicate fingers bore a striking resemblance to a certain shaggy haired beauty.

Tae.

The figure he'd carved sitting at the piano, was Tae, and though it lacked the fluidic grace of the talented boy himself, it worked.
The mechanism he devised at the side, only had to turned by a small wooden handle and the piano player's hands would move across the keys.
Now, if only he could replicate that song...
"You seem to have a way with wood," Mr Park's  warm cheerful voice, interrupted his thoughts.
"Huh?" Jungkook asked, his tongue tracing the perspiration on his upper lip.
"The wood," the teacher informed with a small nod of his dark head, "it seems to speak to you."
He pulled a work bench stool over and sat facing his student, before speaking again.
"You started your project a month behind everyone else, and here you are, almost finished."
"I still have to refine the face and hands," he rushed out, his Bambi eyes roaming critically over the work his progress so far.
"Like I said. It speaks to you." Mr Park repeated with a smile, his own eyes keenly observing the way his student lovingly handled the piece.
It was exquisite.
It was perfect.
It looked anything but amateurish and it seemed like the boy had been working the craft for a life time.
" This is your first time doing this kind of art," he stated softly, watching as the boy returned his attention to the toy in his hands.
"That's a very natural talent you have. Your proportions are perfect-"
"Oh, I don't know," he smiled bashfully, "I just kind of went with it."
Mr Park smiled, his eyes tracking the pinkness of the boy's cheeks, to the slightly fevered look, his dark eyes held.
"I'll let you get back to it." He stood up shaking his head a little, Jungkook was already engrossed in what he was doing, the short conversation with his teacher quickly dismissed.