Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Thirty Four

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"Wait!" Yells a small pitched voice, a small pitched and cute familiar voice. Small legs fumbling and trying to run as fast as he can.

A smaller figure runs after two. 

All around them are cherry blossoms, pink petals flowering from the ground to the strands of their hairs. The sun at just the perfect height in the sky, its warmth like a blanket and casting its soft light on the trees, and reflecting its golden glow everywhere.

The grass as green as can be, small dew flicking off as it rained just an hour before.

It was the calm after the storm.

"Hey! Quit running!"  The small voice whined out.

As the smaller figure sighed and stopped his running, he crossed his arms in a huff as his bottom lip pouted out.

"Sae~"  a voice coed out somewhere behind the trees and the little boys eyes widened in happiness.

The boy now known as Sae instantly smiled, and turned around so fast he almost stumbled on his feet again. Running as fast as he can towards where the voice was heard.

He was picked up off his feet before he can reach, the sides of his stomach being tickled softly instantly, thus causing him to burst into soft laughter.

When his laughing calmed down he was peering into gentle honey eyes, picked up into a smile. Soft blond hair like gold blowing softly into the wind.

"Don't run away like that again." He pouted.

"Sorry." The soft blond laughed gently, setting him down and patting his hair into place.

"I won't do it again, okay?" He lifted his small pinky up into a promise.

Sae stared at him there.

All of a sudden something seemed off.

Wasn't he chasing after two?

Where did the other go?

He was supposed to be here.

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"Does this place ring any bells to you?"

"Do you remember what took place here?"

"What was lost here... what you took away, from me?"

Kang stood there. At the end of the cliff, facing towards the younger male now. 

His long hair flowing from his pony tail, one of his eyes visible through the glasses. His eyes though stern, held an almost sad, vulnerability to them.

Jungkooks breath hitched as he stepped closer, eyes wide and worried. He flinched when Kang held his hand up, indicating him to stop. 

It was like the world has gone silent then.

"I had a son once." Said Kang, as he placed his hands into his pockets.

"A beautiful son. He was like the sun itself, like beautiful Rays of warmth.  The first moment I met him, after his mother died in birth, I thought to myself;  I'll be a better father then my own."

Jungkook listened intently, as he spoke, he felt himself growing even more rigid.

"Yeah he grew up not how I expected, maybe he got into things he shouldn't have, done things... he shouldn't have. But, you see?"