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A few knocks on my door sent chills down my spine. My heart sped up. I clutched my rolling suitcase in my already sweaty palm.
I opened the door with a small bounce. "Soomi.", Joon said softly as if we hadn't seen each other a month ago. A month. That's insane.
"Hello.", I chuckled.
"I love your apartment, it's so cute.", he said glancing around the somewhat dark place considering all the lights were off and it was almost 9pm.
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"I, uh-", I froze, staring at the train tracks just ahead of our walking distance. Joons money in hand ready to purchase tickets for us.
"What's up? Do you have a thing against trains?", he joked. It wasn't funny.
"Trains have a thing against me...", I fake chuckled and shook my head, brushing hair from my face. He stopped walking, seeing how uneasy I was.
"What happened? We don't need to take the train- I can call for a taxi.", he said, guiding me over to a nearby bench. I didn't really hear anything he was speaking about, my attention on the far too familiar train station.
Everything was the same. The person handing out tickets was the same- just now older, the rusty metal poles holding up the cement roof, and the train.
The way the flyers on wooden telephone poles were handing on my a thread due to the windy weather send chills down my spine. I remembered hanging up missing posters there.
"Are you okay?", Namjoon asked, I felt his hand against my cheek and I shoved it away- pushing myself off the bench. I hadn't realized I was crying until I touched my own cheek.
"I'm sorry. It's just, my brother was-", I sniffled, sitting back down and looking at my small thighs. "he- he was, he was killed here. Some- fucking guy mistook him for another man and nobody knew. I hung up posters here, and it took me a year and two months to finally hear what happened..."
I was instantly tugged into a hug, the tightest I've ever been hugged by anyone before. I hugged back, "My parents didn't tell me, hell- they left when I turned 18. But they knew before me, I had to hear it off the- the news. My brother was publicly placed on the news- his story, told by someone who didn't know him at all... I called my parents and they told me they knew. That they were sorry- bullshit."
I realized what I was doing and slowly let go of the hug, apologizing quickly. "We won't ride the train. Let's go.", Namjoon said quietly, rubbing my arm carefully.
"No, I can handle it. It's fine."
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But I couldn't handle it. Once we sat down on that train I swear- I didn't believe in supernatural beings until now. I kept seeing flashes of what was once my older sibling, before his blood covered photos were the last I seen of him.
It was surely all in my head, as I saw him throughout the ride. Namjoon didn't try anything and I was thankful he knew I wouldn't of been even close to alright with that.
I felt sick. The second we were let off the train I had to rush out, getting to the nearest public trash can and feeling disgusted after for even having my mouth open around it. "My house isn't that far. I'll make you some soup and some soda- the bubbles will help smooth your stomach.", he smiled and held my hand even though I had just had it on a public bin.
*sorry no good chapters I can't have sex in story only not now they are so close. sex soon. I hope you enjoy story like this!*
