ᖇOOᗰᗰᗩTᗴՏ ᗯITᕼ ᕼIᗰ 《C.TZ × J.JK》

Chapter 4: Moving In

It was at long last the day when Mina and Tzuyu kissed their little cottage-like house farewell. Classes began their brutal torture of sleepless nights and unsparing studies in two days, yet their long stretches of living under the haven of the sunkissed ceiling ended here.

There would be no more peaceful tea times in the porch at the back or the blossoming of spring blooms in the garden they'd tend.

No more roaming around the maze of warm honey-hued backdrops or sleeping in modest but cozy bedrooms.

No more golden gleams of early morning daylight from the blocks of their east-bound windows would shower their eyes with a sweet good-morning.

All in all, their four years of bliss from their independent days were waved goodbye, as well as their golden memories. They never realized that all their joy would be snatched away from their unforeseeing hold this briskly.

Both were teary-eyed as they viewed a huge, red truck loaded with their furniture journey back to the orphanage. There wasn't much to take, but it was all they had. The rest was packed into suitcases that were being stuffed tight into Jimin and his friends' cars. While the boys accepted the position of the job, the girls, all seven of them, had come over to comfort the two. They wanted their friends to leave behind the place with as much merriment as possible because, after this, a long hard road awaited them in the future. They were practically homeless. And the dorms would only provide a home for them for a few years. The rest would be up to them.

"Come on, girls," Jimin called from his car. "All's set."

His friends, Jin and Namjoon, smiled understandingly at them from their driver's seats. Being college students themselves, they had consented to help with Mina's luggage. Well . . . likewise in light of the fact that it would be impolite of them on the off chance that they can't. That was straightforward enough to see, yet nobody truly minded. The two of them had their own stuff to deal with, yet helping Mina was a diminishing break for them, they said.

Namjoon, a smart guy with an IQ of one forty-eight, but tall to his unfortunate disadvantage, would be starting his second year of college too, with Jimin, and some other close friends of theirs. A beanpole, he was called, due to continually standing out clumsily of his gathering, particularly when it included short people like Jimin or their other friend, Yoongi; and girls, for that reason.

And Jin, short for SeokJin, the eldest in his group of friends, was a college third year. Hands down to his good looks that made girls, even men, swoon over his face that he gladly flaunted to the world, and his stunning cooking aptitudes that caused people to lick their fingers in no time. A funny guy, that's what he thought he was. But if asked anyone who was unlucky enough to be a victim of his illogical dad jokes, they'd be glad to be given the chance to say that they were straight-up ridiculous. Not to mention, without any trace of hesitance, even if to his face. He was the type to laugh at his own nonsensical punch lines.

The girls nodded in response to Jimin. Giving Mina and Tzuyu a few more minutes to have a last look around, they lead them over to the driveway and tried not to look at their faces, for they were carved with intricate and many-sided maps of torment and battles of their troublesome pasts. One moment, they had all that they needed, all that they never had, and the next-- BOOM! It was gone altogether.

Being their closest friends, and for quite a while too, they were the only ones granted with the ability to look past the aggregate and collective smiles and see the genuine afflict and bitterness of the unexpected blow.