The Train From Busan.

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Author's Note:

(See what I did there for the title? Sneaky sneaky, huh? ㅋㅋ)

Hello, everyone!~ I've been gone for awhile, so here's the chapter ya'll have been waiting for (ehh...sorta). The chapter where Yoongi and Dahyun (finally) meet! It's quite long, and it might be a bit underwhelming, but since they already met, expect a lot of #YooHyun moments! ㅋㅋㅋThanks again for reading ^-^


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Dahyun's POV


*Ring Ring*

What the hell is that noise? Ugh.

*Ring Ring*

Eesh, it's the alarm clock isn't it?

I turn to my side and open my eyes slightly, but then the sun's light pierced through my window, landing straight on me. I groan in misery and get my alarm clock, throwing it to God knows where. I heard a thud on the ground where it landed. I fixed myself on the bed and started to daze off...until,

"DAHYUN-AAAAHHHH!"

Can a woman get any sleep around here? Jeez what time is it? Oh, right- now I don't know where my clock is.

Great day so far.

"Dahyun," Jungkook says, banging the door open, "quickly, get up!"

"HOLY CRAP, JUNGKOOK. HEARD OF KNOCKING?"

"Are you trying to hide anything?" He asked with a smirk.

"What the f-- NO!"

"Hey, chill. I'm sorry, alright?" He laughs, "anyways get up. Mom's calling you to go down."

"Well thanks a bunch, cause waking up to a fright was the best thing ever," I say sarcastically, "don't you even realize that I could've been like-- naked or something??"

He started walking out the door, "that's why the lock was invented, honey." He smiled sarcastically before closing the door behind him. At least someone in this house knows how to close doors.

I get up with a frown on my face, then started looking for my clock. I find it near the corner of my desk, beside Haru, my dog. He's a pure white Jindo that's only 2 years old. He helps me find stuff as well. Thank God I have him. I would've lost so many things if he wasn't for him.

I pick it up and dust it off. I looked back at Haru, he was sitting patiently and was smiling with his tongue slightly out. I pat his head lightly, "Thanks again, Haru. You know how I am with losing things." He acknowledged by howling briefly. I pat him again then walked into the bathroom.

I hopped in the shower, but I basically just wet myself. I didn't feel like moving, so I stood under the shower until my fingers wrinkled. I wrapped myself in my towel, then did my morning routine, that I won't really put into full detail. Once I was done with that, I brought Haru down with me so he could join me for my walk. He didn't need a leash, cause I already know he won't walk too far away from me.

Before I was able to walk out the door, Jimin called me.

"And exactly where are you going, young lady?" He smiled in a teasing posh manner. I rolled my eyes at him, "I'll take a walk and maybe check out some shirts in the store down the street."

"But mom's looking for you," he said. I nodded and told Haru to sit by the door and wait for me.

I walked out to the backyard, because at this hour, mom's usually gardening. I saw her sitting at the porch, watching the sky. She probably missed the view our house allowed us to have. You could watch the waves hit the sand, as birds fly across the line between the sea and the sky. She watched every detail with peace. I walked to her and waited for her to notice me.

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