The dainty petals of cherry blossoms fall slowly like delicate feathers over the little grassy yard, creating a velvety light pinkish floor, and enunciating romantic rhymes down its way.
The scenery eventually stirs up my inner creativity to frame words into sentences of a moment well to remember. I absent-mindedly feel better looking up at the clear azure sky, and listening to the chirps and songs of the little birds. At this moment I don't care where I stand and where these appendages of mine will take me.
I'm just content to be alive and free.
I lift my hand high up in air to stroke the wind with my relaxed and slightly curled fingers, embracing the breeze swaying my hair and welcoming me. I take in a deep breath, closing my eyes and smelling the sweet aroma of spring, filled with pink blossoming flowers.
"You coming?" I hear his voice, which snaps me back to where I am, in reality, of what's next to come. And I'm still questioning my conscience, how I did trust him? I have no answer myself, it's just what I did out of utter loneliness, and add a bit of his mysterious charms to cover up rest. I hastily follow him up, and continue trailing behind a total stranger, about whom I know nothing except his name, Jeon Jungkook.
"What should I call you?" He asks, turning back abruptly, making me stop paddling my legs, just inches away from him. My clumsy self was about to somersault, but luckily I recovered and didn't clash against his broad chest.
I blink my eyes and sparingly battle over my blankness but later give up and just stare at his luscious eyelashes. "Name me ..." I pause midway, still not able to draw words out of my mind, especially when I see him putting his thoughts in it too. Then like the most natural thing I could muster up, I say, "anything you like."
"What about . . . Love?" He quickly brushes his hand at me shyly, and adds, "nevermind, we'll think about it later."
He starts walking again. I stand there in slight bewilderment but finding it cute to hear 'love' from him. Again, I find myself struggling to follow close enough to him, competing my short legs with his long strides. I'm vaguely scared, I may lose his sight even in an extreme plain land, where I can locate him till the horizon.