MOONDUST ʲⁱᵏᵒᵒᵏ

fourty - three

Jungkook

"So, when do you plan on telling me this plan of yours?" I say as Jimin rests his head against my thigh. The motel room we share is filled with the fading evening glow of the sun. Jimin hums and traces lazy patterns  over my skin.

"I was thinking of something along the lines of you underneath me" he says before pushing himself up to kiss me. I smile into the kiss as my hands naturally go round his waist.

Jimin sighs into the kiss, running his hands through my hair, his every touch send electricity through my body. We can't stay here for long, not when we're close to our houses.

"Come on, we need to leave" I say, pulling away. Jimin nods and gets off the bed, stretching. I rub my eyes and follow suit, grabbing yesterday's jeans and a new shirt. We dressand pack our stuff quickly before putting on our jackets.

"Where are we going?" Jimin asks as I adjust the mask around his mouth and pull down his cap. I pull out a picture from my pocket.
"I found this in your jacket once.....it has my number on the back" I say, handing the photograph to him.

Jimin looks at the photograph, the man smiling on a sandy beach, squinting in the sunlight,, the scrawled number on the back, the ink faded with age. We've come to a stop in front of the car before Jimin takes the photo.
"We should get moving...I can talk as we drive" he says, handing me the keys. I nod and get in, waiting for Jimin to get buckled in before driving off.

The car is filled with a heavy silence as city traffic turns to mountain roads. Its ages before Jimin finally speaks.
"I found the jacket in one of the old lockers in the gym...at the space centre. It was a year ago and I took it to my father to see what he thought of it...

"...I promise I wasn't doing anything wrong" Jimin said as his dad examined the photograph. What he'd said was partly true, if you didn't count the hidden device he'd found along with the jacket; The Box. His father frowned before handing the photograph back to him.
"I only spoke to that man once, right before he died. He wanted to apologise to me. He'd joined the original crew and went through failure after failure with the rest of us before we were granted permission to start up the space centre here on the Moon"

"I always thought he was so determined, he was smart too. But his heart wasn't set on space exploration. It was set on something else....or someone else. He followed that person up to space only to die of radiation sickness" his father explained, looking at the display case of their first sample of Moondust.
"Who did he fall in love with?" Jimin asked, completely enthralled by the idea of some tragic love story he had discovered.

"It was my mother" Jimin finishes, his eyes drooping as he looks out the window at the midday sunshine soaked hills. I glance at the photo in his hand, Jimin's story echoing in my mind. Seeing a petrol station close by, I turn to drive in, pulling up at a pump.
"Can I take a closer look at that?" I ask as Jimin gets ready to head out and fill the car with petrol. He nods and hands me the photograph before getting out of the car. I look over the photo, my finger tracing over the man, the scratches on the surface. I look over the skyline, the cliffs that he faces away from before I notice it.

A small house on the cliff, light blue in colour and small. I've seen it before......

a/n i realise that wattpad keeps trying to correct my english to American English which annoys me