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xxxvii - surprise

𝙹 𝚄 𝙽 𝙶 𝙺 𝙾 𝙾 𝙺

WHEN CONSCIOUSNESS TAKES OVER ME AND I FEEL THE ABSENCE OF HER TOUCH, I thought I was just having another lucid dream, but then I suddenly feel a jolting noise that causes me to awaken fully enough, only to have my vision lost in bleak darkness. I wistfully hold both of my hands, the feeling still present as I slowly rise on my knees in hopes of finding one of them that might be near.

I continue to crawl on my way in the dark, not knowing what would happen—whether I'd bump into someone accidentally—but that doesn't stop me from moving.

A gasp escapes my mouth only for a split second, for I suddenly feel my arm being grabbed back and a hand clamped over my mouth. I kick my feet and force myself to break free from the intruder's grip, grasping onto the hand on my mouth. The grip somehow loosens, making me grab one of their wrists and twist their arm backwards before pinning it onto their neck while locking the other wrist down on the ground.

As my body hovers on top of the trapped person, I can feel their breathing hitch for a moment.

"There's no need to be that defensive."

Eyes widening, I quickly loosen my grip on her wrists even if I couldn't see the face in the darkness, exhaling in relief. "(Y/N)?"

Her face becomes lit by a flashlight that turns on between us, and now that I can see her tricolored hues staring at me, and how she is situated below my hovering body, heat rises in my cheeks but I don't let go. I don't know why, but she doesn't seem to care about our position except that her head turns to the side, sighing. "I'm sorry. I. . . I didn't mean to scare you."

"Um, yeah, it's fine." I swallow, the pulse on my wrist beating as it is still pressed against her arm. "Why are the lights off?"

This time she turns her head back to face me. Her other wrist, which is trapped within my grip, seems to fidget. "I don't know. . . Can you wake the others up?"

"Yeah?"

She takes a deep breath, staring into my eyes. "Well, listen. We're near Daegu and we gotta stop over and take another train there," she says. "I have a plan."

I continue to stare at her. "I knew you always have."

"Yes, so," her eyes dart on my hands, "can you wake them up now?" Her cheeks are tinted with a hint of red when she avoids my gaze again. I slowly let go of her wrists, allowing her to hold the flashlight firmly after I push myself off the floor. She sits up and scoots away, grabbing something from behind and holding it out to me. "Here."

Another flashlight. I turn the switch on. "Where did you get these?"

"Found it here. This train kind of reminds me of your base in Raventown. It's oddly resourceful," she says, her eyes half lidded. "I'm sorry about that." Her eyes flick towards me. "Destroying your home."

The corner of my lips lift. "Yeah, it was my home. . ." I stare down at the flashlight. "But I'd say it was meant to happen, I mean, I remember now, I guess. . . You saved me from the fire, didn't you?"

Silence intercedes between us, but that doesn't hinder her from giving me the answer I want to know, even though that one word does not escape her lips. She makes a sideway smile while slightly waving her flashlight. “Go figure.”

I return a chuckle, rising on my feet and striding through the aisle to look for Jimin as (Y/N) goes to wake the others. The light sweeps through the compartment, and soon enough I see him plopped on the bench with the same position. He is curled into a ball, his face buried in his arms.