AERODROME | JiKook

Chapter 9

Haven't slept properly for days and I've been feeling things like
not feeling anything at all. Blank, that's the word. My mind is always blank and floating. I've made this conclusion right when this blue-haired man snapped his fingers on my face to wake me up from drowning in my thoughts.

I tried to look behind me, to the roads, to see blood stains and ambulances at where they were positioned earlier in my imagination. There were barely two or three cars passed. No traces of collision. No dead people.

I looked up to meet questions flooded by Yoongi.

"Hey, Jimin! Are you alright?"

"What are you thinking? I've been talking by myself for minutes."

"Do you want to talk with me about something? You teared up midway."

"And you sobbed. What happened?"

I don't know. I really, really..... don't fucking know.

Overthinking is a crime. It made me a criminal. It made me kill someone. I killed Yoongi in my thoughts. I made Sugar lonesome in my thoughts.

I'm supposed to dream about an ocean in the sky but I've been drowning in my own ocean that made me float and hanging.

"You don't need to worry. I just felt tired and a little sick but everything is fine."

"Well, okay. But we have to go now. I'll catch up with you, later. Bye."

Goodbye.

—

Hello.

Said the eyes that welcomed me.

"Hyung!"

"Jungkook!"

He welcomed me with a hug. I looked up to meet his eyes. He was shy and doubtful at first and looked away but he then locked his eyes with mine again and with a bolder attitude that screamed confidence and assurance.

By then and there, I was calm and safe.

It felt as if he was the missing link of my unfinished puzzle.

His embrace defrost the winter in me.

And by then and there, I realized, he must be the plane that drove me to fly to the sky. He must be the oxygen that let me breathe when I was drowning in my ocean.

"Jiminie-hyung."

And with him calling my name, it's like I was being called by my future. Like my name was being written in the book of life. Like my name was being written in the book of my own life. Like my name was being written in the book of....

his life.

"Jiminie-hyung! I have something to show you. Come in!" He playfully pulled me inside.

He led the way inside and brought me in front of the room, Heaven, and opened the door.

He opened another door inside the room that leads to another room and I guess, that's where he put the things he prepared.

Four steps later and his magic welcomed me. There lies a display of miniatures of the things he loved and named the whole exhibit, Passion.

Airplanes hung on the ceiling decorated with clouds and a little bit of an illustration of a rain. Below it was an airport. You can clearly see the best part of the airport, which is the airfield. There were planes aligning and ramps rested beside each of them. The airport was in the middle of a big city filled with yellow lights; thus called, 'city lights'.

At the right corner of the set, there's a stage with a complete set of instruments for a band. It seems like an open-field concert to me. Below the stage was an open area and there was kind of like a festival. The space was filled with Japanese lanterns and some were floating in the air.

Wonderful.

I was mesmerized. I would never come up with an idea like this to build in my room. What a creative human being. Creative and productive.

I admire how he can express what he loves by making them into an art.

This is aesthetically pleasing.

I looked at the smaller details of the exhibit and my eyes caught something unusual and weird.

At the airfield, wet because of the rain, two men were hand in hand while standing next to each other.

Looks familiar..... feels familiar.

—
JK's pov

Hyung left the room while he was praising what I did. He seems so impressed to the point that he has no words. My heart crumbled because of joy as he pointed out that he love my soul for speaking loudly all the things I love and that his softest parts were touched by the theme of the art. He said, everything there also has a sentimental value for him. I felt connected.

I let him have some snacks at the dining room and I excused myself to come back here.

I am here, staring at the display. The whole art was bright, lights were shining, colors combining, everything was eye-catching but my sight was arrested by the thing that nobody would guess that I made that one first.

I actually only made that miniature, a miniature of the both of us, alone. I never really intended to make that extravagant exhibit. I only wanted to make two men and showing affection with each other and call it, Passion. But I thought it would be weird to blurt it out like that to him so I wanted it to be subtle, as if it's not the main part of the whole art.

I stared at it for a while and,
Woah!

I actually made something like this! If it's not because of Hyung, I wouldn't have thought about expressing myself through creative stuffs or something at the first place.

But wait. Why am I doing something like this?

Jungkookie,

Are you inspired?