𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

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ʜᴏɴᴇʏ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ
ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ
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They were taking a train up to Busan.

After a rather drunken night filled with blurry fragments of the night before, they rose quite late in the morning and left to the train station. Hee-won and Hae-jo strolled together down the length of the sidetrack, falling into step so casually it was intrinsic. She kicked a loose stone, hands buried deep in his tracksuit jacket pockets which he had given her before she felt hands wrap around her arms and jerked her forward. Hee-won shrieked loudly prompting Hae-jo to burst into cheerful laughter, his eyes crinkled into half-moons, his smile so wide and beautiful as he pulled her back just as quickly.

"You absolute dick!" she yelled through her teeth, hitting him aggressively while his laughter turned into chuckles of amusement, weakly shushing her as other passengers shot them dirty looks of irritation. She hid her smile and she turned her back to him, taking one careful step back from the edge of the railway while Hae-jo glanced at her with a soft smile.

The journey was long and boring that the two found themselves dosing along the ride. It wasn't until they had awoken, more than an hour into their trip did she find her head laid on his shoulder with his cheek pressed on top of her head.

Another forty-five minutes later, they had reached their layover stop and found themselves sat opposite a lively elderly couple. The old man was nose deep in his newspaper while the old woman wouldn't stop feeding them. Her age worn hands curled around Hee-won's, patting her affectionately and Hee-won found herself drifting the longer she entertained the lovely pair. Her and Hae-jo wouldn't make it to their age she thought. Hee-won's eyes drifted between them, from the way the way the old man looked at his wife, his warm eyes bursting with love and affection even after years upon years of being together. The woman smiled, hitting his shoulder playfully as he embarrassed her but he would give in fast and lean over and kiss the hand that hit him. It was scary how much they reminded her of herself and Hae-jo. Like a mirror staring back at her. Could this have been them if fate wasn't so cruel. Could they have been happy, old and still in love?

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