The spark within their every gaze, sent a whole lot of new euphoria in their bodies as their hearts filled with great delight. They stood staring at each other, adoring one another as their hands slowly linked, feeling the familiar connection as they touched. Their faces remained void and emotionless, stucked and captivated by one's beauty, yet their gave it all away— they were happy.

It had been two years since Jungkook had been able to see, it had been years since his eyes laid on such wonderful and marvellous things. He had seen such amazing and jaw dropping sight, but whenever he gazed at the older, it always feels like the first time. The sight of Jimin's breathtaking cresent smile, it would always lead him back to the start— where he first felt his heart race, that unexplainable feeling in his chest as he listens to the older's angelic high pitched voice. The time where he would always feel tingles in his veins with the older's every touch. The first time— where jungkook found himself falling in love with that rude and whiny kid whom is better known as Park Jimin.

And for the first time since the day started, Jimin smiled. A beautiful sight which only shows whenever he's with the younger, taking in deep breaths before building up all his courage as he dragged the younger away, a huge smile on his face while the latter remained confused and lost, but still made no move to stop him.

"Where the are two going?!" Yoongi's loud snarls and grunts were audible no matter how far they've gotten. Their laughs filled their ears as they picture a fuming Yoongi, cursing the two of them to death and would probably murder them once they get back.

But they didn't care.

They needed to do this, although Jungkook has no idea where Jimin is taking him, yet he followed because even when he's clueless, he knows that there's nothing more as comfortable and warm as Jimin's hands, and he'd do anything just take hold of his hyung's soft hands. He didn't ask anymore questions, just held onto the older, reassured that wherever Jimin might take him, he'll be fine.

Strong wind blew past them, sending their hairs to float as they ran, adrenaline rush exploring their whole being as they both held hands, fireworks exploding inside, ignoring the wierd stares sent in their way.

Again, they didn't care.

They didn't care that their legs might be sore the next day or how their families might be pissed after this day, or how Yoongi might scold jungkook and might kill jimin after this. They both didn't care, because they were too busy for what today might bring, too busy loving one another.