Train to Daegu || MYG.

CHAPTER 1

Young-Mi's POV

You were sitting in the train, looking at the landscapes.

You would never get tired of seeing the countryside. The greens, the light, the sun, the people. Everything seemed to be out there to soothe you, to give you comfort and calm. Everything you needed. You looked outside through your hood, your hand on the window pane, before leaning your head against the window itself. Your eyes closed for a brief moment as you were thinking...

It was probably too much, even for you. You have had enough of these scenes, of the yelling, of it all. Everything because of your job, you thought.

Everything because of your goddamn job.

It wasn't the first time, but it was the most violent one. He swore he would never hurt you. He lied about it as usual. He always apologized after all. He said that he loved you after all the yelling, all the reproaches and all the hurtful things his mouth yelled at you.

Was he lying then, or was it your fault? Was it because you loved him so much that you refused to see the truth? 

He told you countless of times that it was all his fault, that you should pick up your bags from the sidewalk as you were bawling, your eyes puffy and trembling right in front of your shared apartment in Seoul.

And... you did.

You always came back after a hug and a kiss. It wasn't the first time that you had your bags on your shoulders, but it was actually the first time that he hadn't followed you down in order to stop you from fleeing from him.

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<Flashbacks>

A few years ago, you met him at the bar counter during a wedding you were attending as a photographer. You immediately fell in love with his dangerous eyes, his strong, veiny hands and everything he was embodying. It was after one of the weddings you were photographing for, where he had noticed you and spent the evening with you. You couldn't get enough of him as he made you laugh and smile during the whole evening.

He was a great entertainer, and you loved his company during the evening as he was bringing you some drinks and things to eat. You found him lovely.

He always gave you compliments, and that alone made you blushed, and when he laughed, his strong laugh, it made you dizzy.

Your first kiss was a drunk one, behind the floral gates of the wedding in the darkness of the night. Both of you seemed surprised of this experience, but loved all of it as your hands were wrapping around his neck and his hands wandering over your body. He gave you his number, hoping that you would call him, to which you didn't hesitate to call him the very next day. He was quick to answer and to talk with you for hours.

It all happened so quickly. His charming smile won your heart at the cafe as he held your hand and kissed you goodbye when you were leaving. And before you knew he was bringing you flowers and chocolates. He took you on a numerous dates to the gardens and the zoos, and it felt like love was filling the air.

It was magical, you almost thought it was too perfect to be true. You believed you were blessed and felt as if God had sent an angel for you, to protect you and to take care of you. You were already imagining you and him as a family with two kids, living happily in an apartment, living your best lives together. All of this, lovingly. But...

You were absolutely wrong about it all. He was simply a curse sent from the above, but for what sins?

You couldn't tell.