The Story of Us | Jikook/Kookmin

39 | News Over Dinner

[1 Week Later]

I watch the single autumn leave slide down the window of the passenger seat window.

I feel a little like it. A little ready, a little stuck. A little excited, a little cold. The pile of littles dance at the pit of my stomach to create an uncertain dance of butterflies. Change is always scary, even though this time I rationally know it's the right thing to pursue. Regardless, I've always been problematic with getting over things and bidding goodbyes without regretting anything - that's pretty much how this time feels like too.

- We've got another half an hour, hyung. -Interrupts Jungkook's voice from next to me, extra throaty due to the soundproof feel of the car. 

- Yeah, okay. -I smile, feeling the fabric of my beanie brush on my eyelids when I blink too quickly. He squeezes my hand and plants a sweet kiss on the surface of my knuckles, eyes on the road as he taps the wheel with his other hand in excitement. 

Cute.

It'll all be good. I don't even have to hear him say it out loud. That's all he's been making me feel like entire morning anyway. We visited our parents before taking off in the early hours to say goodbye. Our mothers cried a little and wished us the best of luck, reminding us our their never-ending support and prayers. Jung-Hyun was there with Hyuna, the woman I'd met earlier in the studio (apparently his current girlfriend), both hugging us in good wishes and advices about coping with the upcoming challenges. And then appa... He tapped my shoulder a few times without looking me in the eyes and disappeared behind the crowd, which is how I kinda know he cried by himself. My heart hurts when I bring his face in front of my eyes. We've gone through some bumpy roads... but we made it out alive and alright. Whatever happened doesn't even matter, I still have him and that's all that matters. 

We're leaving Busan... still sounds like a dream. 

Busan is kinda like my nest... heh. It's where I grew wings, where I shed feathers, seeked and hid - my upbringing, the place that will always make me feel like a child when I'm there. Every second that passes, it's farther behind me. 

And what will future look like? 

I was the one to plan everything about our Seoul settlement; housing, transportation, job contracts, you name it. I know best what'll hold us safe and secure over there. Yet I feel like everything I have is Jungkook. He's the only 'thing' I feel like I have true belief about, like everything else can fade away any moment (like it has in the past) but this time I'm sure about him, about his existence.

Sigh. 

It'll all be good.

I latch my fingers in between his and turn my head towards him, choosing to change my scenery for the rest of the trip. We'll be good, the two us, right baby? You'll never let me go, and I'll never let you go. Yeah?