AERODROME | JiKook

Chapter 10

Making tap sounds with a pen on the table above a piece of paper, I looked up at the ceiling to find words that best fit every sentence I am writing in my notes.

I also need to find the reason why I'm doing this.

The soul that once desired to fly, made a stop-by at a place called 'Being Inspired'. I'm not sure about the name, though. I thought it could also be 'I'm Happy When We're Together' or 'Just Being Thankul'. I guess it's my burden to find out about that.

My mind is spinning like a tornado. I don't know if it vacuums in ideas or it just throws away all I'm about to think.

But here I am, making tap sounds with a pen on the table above a piece of paper, looking up at the ceilings, forming a mental picture of the main reason why I'm doing this.

None of this is a coincidence
I'm just going with the flow
The world is different from yesterday
Just with your joy

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JM's pov

When you call me
I go to your flower
As if I've been waiting
We bloom till it gets cold
Maybe it's the way of the universe
That's how it is
You know I know
You and me, I am you

Making tap sounds with a pen on the table above a piece of paper, I looked up at the ceiling to find more words so I could now finish answering my examination.

The instructions are to make a poem with just two stanzas but I'm last to finish as I really don't know what to write. It feels like I was writing a presidential speech.

Actually, I don't think this is about my lack of words. It's just that, there's a lot going on in my mind and I want them all to be expressed freely,

but I am afraid.

I reminded myself, this is just an exam. I can write whatever I want. They won't grade me by the content and meaning of my piece. They'll just critic the grammar and spellings, and whatever, but I am afraid.

I'm afraid to express them.

I'm afraid I could write something powerful.

I'm afraid I could make it happen.

I'm scared, just as much as my heart flutters
Because destiny keeps getting jealous of us
I'm just as scared as you
When you see me
When you touch me

But, yeah. I did it anyway.

Finished it with the words produced by my heart, not my mind.

I'm afraid to evaluate my thoughts.

I'm afraid to embody them into words.

I'm afraid because I might actually mean it.

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JK's pov

Clicks of keyboards and flicks of papers wrapped my ears as I stayed and sit on the chair in front of our professor's desk inside the Faculty Center. I was given a behavioral log for not listening to the discussion earlier in our class.

I couldn't help it. I was just so distracted by this new 'hobby' I have recently. I was supposed to finish it this day but because of this punishment I got, I couldn't finish writing.

My professor let me stay inside the room for an hour so we could settle things, but he excused himself for a while along with the other teachers inside the room as they we're called by the principal for an urgent meeting.