AERODROME | JiKook

Chapter 8

Grey hoodie hugging a green shirt in the shade of bright neon, and gets even brighter as the early morning smile of the sun shown down upon me. Clear roads, solemn laughters of the elderly, watering her plants with her grandson across the street, peaceful sound of the water's current, flowing gently down the stream at my left, free birds flying in the name of integrity above, are what welcomed my morning as I jogged along the streets of Oxford.

The freshness of the air reminds me of the same breeze I felt when I was sitting along the seawall in Busan, viewing the panorama of the ocean, skies painted by the seagulls flying and playing with each other.

After going back and forth from Busan and here for how many times now, I still can't get used to the beauty of both places I called, home. When I go home in Busan, the freshness of the place instills in me throughout my whole stay there. Then when I come back here in Oxford, I see kind of like a sparkling situation allover my vision and in my mind.

Thinking about it makes me believe that my life is perfect. But no, it's far away from being like it. The freshness of the place of Busan goes along with the disgust that my family throws at me. Sparkle is all I see in Europe but the sparkles of it darkles in the sight of those who live here when they got to meet me.

It's ironic if I say my life is heaven when a lot of people throws hell at me. Thinking about how I'm swimming through all the brain-drying gossips and threats of other people brought me to think about Jungkook.

His life is spotless. Everything is smooth and seamless. I admire how he live his life and how his life lives him. He gets what he loves, he loves what he gets. Everything may be simple and may be fancy, but all I could say is that, he's blessed to be complete.

While I jogged, turning left from where I was earlier, I bumped on a white, cloud-like creature that couldn't even reach my knees in size, waggling its tail as it playfully jumped on my feet.
I knelt down to try to get the little kitty with both of my hands and let it sit on my lap.

"Hello li'l boo-boo. Who let you play alone uh? Why are baby alone? You look like a cotton-candy to me but I wanna call you Cookie because you are sweet, little boo-boo." Cookie keeps on waggling his tail as I talk to him in a childish manner.

"Sugar, where have you been? I've been looking for you for how many minutes now." A pale, short man came my way. I assume he's Cookie's papa as there's no one else here but Cookie. He went closer and leaned down to get Cookie from my lap while excusing. He twisted his head gently to take off his cerulean locks that covered his eyes as he get back from standing. "Thank you for taking care of Sugar. I almost lost him."

"Not a problem. He is cute and fun." I smiled cheekily as I held Cookie.... Sugar's paw.

"I'm Yoongi, by the way." He stretched his arm towards me for a handshake then I also stretched mine to reply to his. "Jimin. Nice to meet you." I greeted and smiled to him.

Awkward silence.
We stood here for half a minute now. I think I should get going. It's getting late in the morning. I took a last pat on Sugar's head and then waved goodbye to both of them and started to move away. I walked, following the road I was at and after four cars had passed, I looked back again to where we were standing earlier and I saw the blue-haired man took his phone down suddenly as if he was being caught of using it or atleast that's what I thought it is.

I checked my wrist-watch for the time and it stated 7:15 in the morning. We have no school today as it is Saturday and I have a lot of free time. I decided to roam around the city so I could relax for a while and try to take off the stress as much as possible.

Busy streets. Cars zooming like bees. I don't know but it seems like everyone's in a rush today, passing by me like a lightning. I was feeling so calm when I heard a sudden sound of an explosion. The sound seems like collision of cars, then I realized it happened just right behind me. There's no one there to help the people lying on the floor, coated by their own blood. I called help from the people nearby and fortunately, there's a group of men coming our way and came rushing as they saw the situation awaiting. They picked the injured bodies of the victims up and brought them to the ambulances that just arrived now.

I walked in so I could take a closer look of the injured people but I stopped walking as I suddenly felt something on my feet. It was Sugar! I glanced at my back to look for a sweaty and rushing Yoongi to fetch Sugar up but in my surprise, the road was empty. Goosebumps. I felt nervous all of a sudden. I have a gut feeling that something bad happened. I wish it's just my feelings.

I was checking the ambulances to find any blue man lying down. I searched there one by one, zooming my vision into their faces but I checked all and I found none except the last bed settling at the very last ambulance in the line. It broke my heart that I thought about it could....... it could possibly be....... Yoongi.

I carried Sugar by my arms and went to the ambulance at the right corner so I could check the bed that carries a person, covered by a white sheet. I took a glance at Sugar and I saw how sad and worried he is but I patted his head to assure him that everything will be fine. I proceeded to walk with full courage even if I'm slowly breaking apart inside.

I stopped infront of the ambulance number 030993. I took a deep breathe before opening the sheets. Sugar was shaking. I was shaking, as well. I hated this feeling but when I lifted the sheets up, the only feeling I could recognize is great abhorrence. I felt the tears crawling from my eyes to my chin and staining my shirt and the ground. Yoongi was pale, but got even paler now. His bright red lips were the same color as his skin now. His blue locks were no longer blue as they were coated with dark red blood like the color of my bleeding heart right now.

I looked down again at Sugar. He looks pitiful. I remembered the first time I met him. He was alone and then Yoongi showed up and thanked me for taking care of Sugar and that he almost lost him. Now, I will forever take care of Sugar because we lost him. Since I am in charge of Sugar now, I promise to not lose him until the end of my life. He is my family now and even if we're both hard to accept this version of truth, we need to fight.

Yoongi made the most out of his time. I just knew him literally hours ago but I knew, I knew in myself that he's a productive person when I took a look at him and at Sugar. I know he's a good person and he worked hard all his life and that he deserves to rest now.

I made a conclusion that my fear of death minimized. What should be feared more than death is living your life without a purpose.