Train to Daegu || MYG.

CHAPTER 10

Yoongi’s POV

I couldn't get enough of her. We spoke for the rest of our train journey and it felt as we knew each other longer than the time we spent in this train together.

I spoke about music as it was part of my job but without mentioning the fact that I was a CEO, which could have brought up another story about my ex-fiancee.  She was something that I truly wanted to avoid at the time being.

The discussion we had made me very happy as I could see that her face was all smiley now, and even the bruise on her face seemed a little bit faded out. When the train finally stopped, announcing that we were in Daegu, she sighed.

“It was nice meeting you, Yoongi-ssi,” she said as she slowly began to gather all her belongings. She didn't have much with her but it was clearly enough and quite heavy.

I wondered what she had in those big fancy bags.

“Thank you for making this journey a little less painful than it was in the beginning...”

“My pleasure,” I quickly replied. “If you need someone to drop you off at your parent's place, I can definitely do it. I mean, my taxi can do it,” I corrected, trying to not seem too desperate especially in her situation. I wanted to be nice with her. I didn't want to creep her out.

“That's very nice of you, but I can do it by myself,” she said as the bags were already hanging on her shoulders. “I hope that you'll find what you need here. I mean... peace of mind and everything.”

“Me too,” I replied and swiftly added, “I mean I hope I find peace of mind and everything... but I also hope that you'll find the peace you need after all of this!”

She smiled and waved before stepping out of the train as I was still gathering all I had with me. I saw her one last time through the window of the train as she looked left and right to find the exit and the taxi's place in front of the train station. I sincerely hoped that we would meet again because she shed a light in my life during the short amount of time we had spent together.

It was nice to talk with someone I barely knew about my heartbreak and to know that this person was going through the same shit, hence the understanding. It was like meeting a soulmate, the other part of a soul that was also broken, and the two formed a whole during a brief moment. It felt exactly like that.

I regretted that I couldn't go with her but I believed in soulmates and the fact that two people were destined to meet again. And if what I felt was real, our paths would surely meet again. I looked at my phone and gasped at five missed calls I got from my mom.

Well, our paths would meet again if I'm still alive after not answering my phone when my mom called… sigh.