Train to Daegu || MYG.

CHAPTER 3

Young-Mi's POV

<Continued flashbacks>

This note made you smile. You knew that from time to time he was nervous, jealous, and you thought that it was normal. Every couple had their ups and downs, and this one was only a down to get up at a better pace. But, it wasn't the case for you. It was only a long fall into the dangerous hole of this relationship.

It was after one of the countless times you weren't able to pick up the phone during work. He had this bad habit of calling you during work hours, checking if you were where you were supposed to be, if you were with the people you were supposed to be with. He wanted to be sure that you weren't cheating on him.

At the beginning, you found it cute but after a few arguments where some glass was thrown on the floor, after numerous sleepless nights and puffy eyed days – on which you had to lie and tell that you just couldn't sleep at night, and not that you were crying yourself to sleep on the couch in the living room – you decided to leave.

It was a decision that no one could take away from you. He wouldn't be able to make you change your mind this time. You grabbed your stuff quickly, putting everything in three sport bags before you stepped out of your room. You found him sitting in the living room, still with a can in hand. You knew you would have to face the inevitable.

“Where are you going?” he asked, looking up at you as he saw you with all your bags packed up on your shoulders.

“I'm leaving you,” your voice was serene, and you hoped that you could make it towards the door without too many shouting and crying. But he was faster than you had anticipated.

“No you aren't, come back!” he yelled and pulled you forward, bruising your wrist. You were trapped, you felt like a small animal, ready to be eaten alive. You began to cry and sob softly as his face softened. “Baby, it wasn't you, it was me,” he said, stroking your face with his thumb as your eyes were wet and puffy. He put a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I love you, I'll forever love you and cherish you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you.” And you wanted to believe him, again. But you couldn't. He lied to you too many times.

“I want to leave, please let me. Let me go, don't touch me please. Please don't...”

“I admitted it's my fault, I said I would do better, what else do you want from me?!” he blurted and you felt shivers all over your body.

“I want this to end,” you whispered softly, not looking at him.

“SHUT UP!” he yelled before slapping your cheek with a great violence. A gesture you thought he would never do. “You're f*cking mine, we're marrying each other and you're my wife! I love you, you're mine!” His palm took your chin up, forcing you to look at him, his fingers pressing your skin. It was painful. You tried to look down but his huge hand prevented you from doing so, “Look at me, look the f*ck at me, you b*ich!”

You spat at his face. You couldn't really tell why you did it but you did. And this was probably the worst mistake you should have avoided. He punched you with the other hand without holding back.

“Who do you think you are, Young-Mi?! Who do you think you are? You are no one without me!” He let your face go, pushing you as you started to lose balance but you didn't. He stepped back, looking at you like an afraid puppy, like he had just understood what he had done. A puppy that f*cked up. “I'm sorry Young-Mi, I'm so sorry. Please, don't leave me. I love you, I apologize. Don't leave me,” but his words were lies again, you knew it.

“I'm sorry,” you only whispered and quickly took your bags and left your apartment. You had to run, run for your life and catch a train as soon as possible, before he could catch you in the middle of the street and change your mind once again.

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<Back to present>

And that was how you found yourself in this train. Sitting on one of the chairs with your bags laying next to you as you tried to hide your face from everyone.

You were heading to Daegu, your hometown. You hoped that your parents would accept you back home…