The day Jungkook left finally arrived. The entire village gathered at the train station to see him off. His five disciples, tears streaming down their faces, begged him not to go. “Please don’t leave, Guru-nim!” they cried, their voices filled with desperation. The farmers sobbed, the ladies were weeping, and even Mr. and Mrs. Kim fought hard to hold back their tears.
“Baby, don’t forget to visit Mumma and Papa, okay?” they kissed him goodbye, their love and sorrow overwhelming.
Lisa came with a soft smile she bestow upon her bestest friend .
Jungkook smiled through it all, accepting flowers and gifts from everyone, but through the sea of people, his eyes found Taehyung. The distance between them was vast, but all he could see was Taehyung, standing quietly, watching from afar.
Taehyung’s heart twisted. Jungkook was leaving, and nothing would ever be the same.
Jungkook took a deep breath, his eyes lingering on Taehyung. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words never came. Instead, he turned away, knowing that this was the last moment they would share.
The train arrived, and just like that, Jungkook was gone—vanished into the distance, leaving behind an emptiness that Taehyung couldn’t fill.
Everyone had gone. The crowd, the voices, the tears—they had all faded away, leaving only Taehyung standing alone. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the spot where the train had disappeared, the place where Jungkook had gone. It didn’t matter that the train had left hours ago—four, maybe five hours—
The rain began to fall, soft at first, then heavier, drenching him in a cold, unfeeling embrace. Taehyung didn’t move. He opened his arms wide, as if reaching for something that would never return. His tears mingled with the rain, invisible against the downpour. He felt empty, as though something essential had been ripped away, leaving only a hollow ache where Jungkook used to be.
A kind lady approached, her voice gentle, offering words Taehyung didn’t hear. She handed him an umbrella, then walked away without a word. Taehyung didn’t acknowledge her, lost in the storm of his own thoughts.
He stood there long after the rain had soaked through him, long after the last drops fell. The night fell around him, dark and quiet. Only then did he slowly turn away, his steps heavy, as if carrying the weight of the silence that stretched between him and the person he had lost .
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My love from the countryside ✅
Hayran Kurgu"An arrogant brat is so spoiled that his father had to send him to the countryside, to his friend's home, to teach him a lesson in respecting others. A calm, disciplined, and responsible son is tasked with teaching the spoiled brat some valuable lif...
