Train to Daegu || MYG.

CHAPTER 13

Young-Mi's POV

You moved quickly from one spot to another on the top of the hill, looking for the perfect shot - standing on the bench, going down on earth, crouching. For a brief moment, you looked up at the sunrise.

These marvelous colours were delicately merging one into another, illuminating the world and its nature. The orange and pink hues were turning into purple and blue magically. Everything you knew about colours was disappearing as nature made its own rules all over the sky. It was wonderful to watch. So wonderful that you didn't hear anyone was approaching you from behind.

Yoongi’s POV

In order to exhaust myself and start the day in the best way possible, I climbed to the top of the hill to capture the orange light of the sunrise on my skin. There, my eyes were kindly surprised to see her, Young-Mi, right in front of my eyes. When I saw her face again, I thought that my heart would miss a beat.

There was no other place that I would rather be - my soulmate was here with me. She was definitely my soulmate. Meeting her again like this was just an input of fate in our lives. Her eyes were focused on the landscape as she looked at the scenic view through her camera lens.

Oh, she is a photographer.

It was a beautiful and rare view - her skin was glowing under the morning light, as her fingers were pressing the button on the camera and its quiet clatter was the only thing perturbing the sound of the leaves softly shaken by the delicate wind.

I stood there behind her. She didn't notice me until I sat on the bench right next to her. Her eyes suddenly were laid on me. She seemed surprised for a brief second before loosening up a bit. She smiled, and sighed.

“Don't scare me like this,” she complained as she held her camera closed to her chest.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you while you were working.”

“Don't worry, I'm only doing this to... you know,” she vaguely gestured, “clear my mind.”

“Well, I run to clear my mind too, and I think that your way of clearing your mind is less barbaric than mine,” I laughed. “You are all artistic, and I'm all covered in sweat, absolutely perfect.”

She giggled before saying, “Everyone has their own way of coping.” Her cheek wasn't bruised anymore and she seemed more calm.

Where was she in her grieving? At the bargaining phase? Did she accept it?

“As a coping mechanism, I gave my organized wedding to a couple that was waiting for a date at the same place I was going to get married,” I bluntly said as she started to take pictures again while listening to me. “It was nice to make people happy about something I was excited about a week ago.”

“I hope you're invited to the wedding,” she jokingly added.

“I'm their special guest apparently,” I corrected, “and my mom too. She helped me to pick the couple and because she's doing the catering so they offered...”

“Your parents have a restaurant?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, the 큰맘순대국,” I replied.

“Really?! I love that place and the people running it are so lovely!” she added as she looked down at me with stars in her eyes. “And they're so proud of their son who's the CEO of Min Music something I think...” she paused suddenly after she realized that she was talking about me, and I smiled. “Ahh. I'm so sorry! I'm talking about it as if you didn't know. I didn't connect the dots. Of course you are their son! I'm so embarrassed right now...” she looked down and rubbed her ear. She looked so cute!

“No worries, no worries. I'm glad to hear that you like my parent's restaurant and that they are proud of me. It's always nice to know it.”

“Yes, for sure...”

“Would you like to come and eat something at my parent's restaurant now?” I offered and she seemed to blush vividly. “I'll pay, and if you don't want to, of course you can refuse. I won't force you to anything! I just thought that it's always so nice when I talk with you. And before you can say anything... I know we've only talked like, two times, but every time I felt like I was finally understood by someone, and that you meant all that you were saying. It was nice to know that I'm not the only one going through it.”

“Anger phase?” she asked, putting her hand over mine with mischievous eyes.

“Tell me that I'll get through it,” I replied, softly chuckling.

“After the meal, obviously you will!”