WATER FOUNTAIN

03.

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Many seasons have changed and passed. remained in the past.

the restless breeze still blowing to any direction they wanted to head to.

blows away things that we thought forever, yet, ephemeral. for those who are eternal remained the same.

still penetrated to the ground, chained with the gravity.

change after change had sculpted many things within the face of the planet itself. as the sky hung above with its filling, rolls of clouds, the sun, the night twinkling creature, never had the intention to stop watching the storm beneath them.

with content eyes they see. they witness. they enjoy.

all of those concluded in human's calculation. summing two years. two years have passed by carried away by the cloud of water vapor. disappear in the vast blue sky as its cotton form untangled from one another, and forming another one. a newborn cloud.

to dal and jimin, lots of things surely had changed. the bakery's shop building is a lot bigger. there are real employees working for her mom. new, and more menus to offer. more people come, more attention drawn outside the glass window as the tantalizing steaming baguette mocks the drooling faces of humans with a smug smile.

to dal and jimin, lots of things, both inside and outside them, had surely changed. either puberty, body height, clothes size, hair growth, or the development of their persona and emotion. all of those sculpted the seventeen year old jimin, and upcoming seventeen year old dal. still learning how to exactly shines out their truest color upon the world. unleashing the buried truth.

today, jimin and dal had made an appointment to see each other by the fountain. it was jimin who initiated it first, because he -- being the nice friend with a dash of more than platonic feeling toward the girl -- is aware that his friend's birthday, is just in counts of hours. he wanted to be the one who said it first. he doesn't even care if he has to compete with dal's mom. call him selfish and self centered, however, jimin is just -- badly -- wanted to show the best out of him. for the girl he had his feeling clung onto for many years. many years of seasons changing, spring to spring, summer with downpour, jimin, didn't budge despite the extreme change fell upon him. patiently knock on her door, praying to who ever listening to him that someway and somehow, there is an empty seat for him. to sat down, side by side with the woman he loved, talk about the relevant and the irrelevant, passing the time until maybe... when death come and do they apart.

as simple as it pictured, jimin didn't give up with anything and still trying his best. keeping his pace in a preferable speed he maintained for the past years. how jimin likes the baby steps, and at some extent when he has to take a break, he would like to see how half of his work is slowly making the pattern. left him with his content heart, honey dripping eyes, and irresistible smile.

seconds to minutes, minutes to hours passed and the night, yet again, fell upon the earth where jimin and the people he know and love, live. it's time for his action.

helped by her mom he had made a do-it-yourself cake with a very humble artistic -- he doesn't want to be judged as messed up when it actually what it displayed -- white cream dancing atop the vanilla baked dough. sprinkles of iridescent space matters added the cherry on top vibe for the cake. a number-seventeen candle stabbed on the cake. a lighter in his back pocket. a sing-song heart reflected by his face, he journeys to the garden. where he will wait for dal to come and make the surprise come true.

as if fairies were dancing inside his mind, fireworks of pixie dust popping in his mind along with it, jimin couldn't help but imagining the possibility and the impossibility. for the possible things, he wishes it will somehow come alive. like, maybe, feeling dal inside his arms. smile of dal's for jimin and jimin's eyes only. not even the moon will see it, nor the light will fell upon dal's face. as jimin blocked dal's view by closing the space between them, connecting what has to be connected as two people in love express the love for each other. sounds really, really, nice. for the impossibilities, well, jimin will find a way to make it possible.

approaching the garden's gate, he paced up his walk as if someone is chasing him. he was about to push the gate open when he saw the short hobbit's gate was already half opened. weird he thought, because who would visit this abandoned garden -- the fact that the fountain is already in full functioning mode, still doesn't attract anyone's attention except for dal and jimin's -- in two hours remaining before midnight.

shrugging the puzzled thought, jimin stepped inside past the gate. from the paved road, to lush greens of grasses. trimmed by both jimin and dal several days ago with the specialized machine for the job belonged to jimin's family. but maybe after this, jimin might need to step back and reconsider his decision of pushing the gate and entering the place where the water fountain is. scratch that, he might want to go back to the very first moment of him thinking about making the surprise. continued to him thinking what kind of idea he should do. and to this point. he might want to erase all of that and pretend those never happened, or like ever passed inside his mind. he might want to go back where everything was normal.

very normal even the sight he sees now, is dal kissing another man he knows the most, one of the many boys that were born in this town, in this neighborhood, by a wealthy family, the kim, kim taehyung, never happen. not even a bit showing it will happen.

and how the fact scraps of balloons printed wrapping paper from an opened gift box scattered about around the two.

jimin's heart sank. the one hundred eighty degrees upwards curve that was plastered on his face, flattened like it wasn't there before. not a trace of joy he radiated once is presence at the moment.

what's worse is, jimin's heart broke into pieces. even jimin himself couldn't feel the pain he should be feeling at the moment. vacant heart, fucked up mind.

even worse, they are standing by the water fountain.

him and dal's water fountain.