AERODROME | JiKook

Chapter 11

Along with the birds tweeting, and the crashing of the waves, I looked up to the sky, laughing my heart out. Letting my mind fly with the kite I'm holding in my left hand, and letting my feet run with the bestest friend I ever had in my right.

"Hyung! Hold up!" That voice with a glimpse of a giggle echoed inside my head.

"I'd rather live here than have my condo unit in a crowded urban, Hyung." We sat at a gigantic rock along the shore of Busan, at a beach resort far off the city.

"Me too, Jeri."

"Do you imagine being like that?" I pointed out a bird widening its wings.

"A seagull? Can freely fly over the oceans and the cities whenever they want? I do, Hyung. I always do."

I looked down at him, seated nether the rock I've settled on. He looked up at me, trying to figure out whether I have something more to add.

"Wow. Me, too."

Silence coated the atmosphere between us. We were both looking at afar. It was so heart-warming that my brother resembles me at my softest parts. Our connection is through our sentiments and my heart is overwhelmed.

I watched him getting deep into his thoughts and I find it cool when he makes a serious face. I looked once again at the shore and I saw kids running around, playing Tag. An idea popped into my mind and I quickly, sneakily walked towards Jeri, not letting him notice about my motive. I moved closer to him and when he's at my reach, I tickled him all over, breaking his time of zoning out.

"Hyuuuung! Ahaha." He giggled softly, but then it turned into big laughters while kicking and shaking his body, trying so hard to escape my grip. His face is now bright red, and he's still a screaming mess.

"Baby-booooo! Waaaaaah!" I'm making cute noises while tickling Jeri, babying him.

"Hyung! I'm not a baby anymore!"

"No, you still are! You're my baby! Even if you'll turn 50, you'll still be my baby!" Still continuing to cuddle with my brother.

"Eomma is pregnant now with Mara. I'm gonna be a big brother now. I'm no longer a baby!" He pointed Eomma, lounging by the poolside.

"Then, both of you are my babies."

"Aaah! Hyung!" He reacts so cutely, like he doesn't really want to, but just gave in for me.

I let out a high-pitched, heartily laugh while dismounting the rocks and pulling him down with me for another walk along the bay. It is near sunset and we can see the sun taking off and hide beneath the line where the sky meets the sea. It is the perfect time to have a reflection of yourself and to reminisce good memories.

But it was the season of falling dead leaves when I did it. I sat down infront of the biggest window inside my room, rolled my body with an old blanket, wearing a shirt that's thrice bigger than me, with socks not paired with each other, and wearing no emotions in my face but devastation.

I came to reminisce about the good, old memories I once had with my loved ones, asking myself, why are good memories just a memory only? Can't they stay forever? Or atleast stay a little bit longer?

I was unaware about the future and it won't tell me what to do to bring back the past. Why? Because, there's no way, anymore. It is how it is and it is what I fear the most.