You brushed your little girl's brown, curly hair into one pony-tail. She handed you her favorite purple little bow.
"Ayla, why do you like this bow so much?"
She giggled, "I don't know Grandma. I just like it! Mama said this is a gift from you."
You laughed, indeed it was a gift from you for her third birthday. You remember it clearly when you went out of the town to search for this specific purple bow. Somehow, purple stays in the deepest part of your heart.
She stood up once you finished, and held your hand with her small hands. Her eyes blinked and glimmed, looked to yours.
"Grandma, Mama said not to come to the attic. Can I go to the attic with you?"
You raised your eyebrows, "What for my darling? Up there is very poluted, dusty, and old."
"On the cartoon that I watched, there are fairies and dazzling things at the attic! Maybe I will meet a fairy, no?"
You sighed, "Alright. Let's go to the attic, don't tell this to your Mama or else we will be in trouble. Promise me?" I bopped her nose and pulled my pinky finger. She linked hers to me and softly dragged me to the attic.
Once you arrived to the attic, you realized that everything remains the same as when you decided to move from here to pursue your dream job.
"Grandma, what is that purple box?"
She ran towards the purple box, even though you put it in a hidden place, somehow she saw it and peeked through boxes in front of it.
"Ayla, be careful", you moved some boxes and pulled out the box. "Come here, let's see what is inside."
She sat down next to you, "Grandma can you read this words? What language is this?" She pointed to a sentence written in a language that she didn't know.
You smiled, "This is Korean language, Ayla. Do you want to know what this mean?" She nodded in excitement.
You traced the words, reminiscing old days that you spent together with the memories that you had.
yeongwonhiㅡforever.
It brought you back to 2014, the first time you decided to follow seven boys and their dreams. The feelings, the tears, the struggles that you had. And most importantly, the happiness that could never be replaced with and by anything in the world.
The years went by, they grew up to be amazing, humble men in a blink of an eyes. They became old enough for them to retire, even so they gave you a present. The last ever comeback, and the last ever concert. Tokyo Dome was where they chose to end their journey.
The last concert that they held, you sat there. While holding back your tears, you waved your army bomb left and right. The audience sparkled with purple lights, from the first floor to the fourth floor. The crowd cheered and cried their lungs out, the boys couldn't help but cry along. One of them stood still, looked down to his feet. His long legs supported him but he wept his tears. It was Kim Namjoon.
Two people walked here and there, stopped by anytime they wanted to just to see every single of their fans' faces. They were Jimin and Taehyung.
The other 4 remained still at their places, though you could see that Jungkook was unable to control his emotion as he broke down and sat to the floor, with Seokjin patted his back and busily wept of his own tears.
Yoongi didn't even look at the crowd, he looked to the big screen that was showing the crowd, filled with purple lights. But one could tell that his shoulders was shaking, he lowered his baseball cap and hid his face underneath it. Hoseok waved to the crowd and muttered it's okay. Gwaenchanha.
It was finally the time for them to leave the stage, the last bow with every back-up dancers. This time, the band staffs also bowed together, making the stadium filled with crying noises and people screaming 'I love you' 'please don't go' 'stay with us'
They bowed down, but one person didn't let his eyes go from the crowd. It was maknae Jungkook. He cried, he shiverred, blending with the crowd. But nothing could be done as the stage went down slowly.
"Grandma?"
You realized that Ayla was looking at you the whole time, eyes filled with tears. You laughed patheticaly, "Oh no, look at my little baby. Why are you crying?"
She swept off the tears on your cheek, "Grandma was crying. I felt sad, so I cried too. Grandma, are you sad?"
"No, my dear. I'm not sad."
"Then why are you crying? Is this box not good?" She looked at you worriedly. You glanced over the box, slowly stroking it.
"You know, when you receive something that you like and you feel happy?" She moved her head up and down and took off her purple bow, shoved it to you.
"Like this bow! When Mama gave this, I was sooo happy!"
You patted her head, "Exactly. That is what I feel right now."
You heard someone rushed to the attic, and a familiar face popped through.
"Y/N? Ayla? What are you doing?"
"Grandpa!" Ayla ran to your husband and plopped herself to his hug. He fixed his glasses.
"Grandpa why is grandma crying? But she said she is happy, so is it a good thing?"
"Y/N, are you crying over the box again?" He sighed and smiled at you. You nodded, lifted up the box to your embrace.
"I told you many times, if you miss us that bad you can say it to me. I will tell Namjoon, and we can all meet here."
"Yoongi, I know. I do miss all of you."
