Jungkook POV
I looked out the window. Where was I going?
I remember the way Taehyung had kissed my forehead, yet I can't remember what happened next.
Now, I'm just sitting in a train, looking out the window, wondering where I was going.
No one sat besides me, it was just me and a suitcase.
A suitcase?
Where was I going?
I looked around the train, but there were only random foreigners sitting quietly in their seats.
Wait, foreigners?
I looked at all the signs in the train, and realized everything was written in Korean.
Was I in Korea?
Why wasn't Taehyung with me?
How come I have no clue what's going on?
I looked out the window again. The train was passing acres of land. It was a mixture of the sunset in the horizon, and the long, flowing, grass.
I saw myself running in the long grass, with someone else, hand in hand. We were smiling like idiots. Who was I running with? I tried my best to look at who it was I was running with, until the train hit a large halt. I felt myself flying out of my seat, about to hit a glass window until-
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My eyes were wide as I sit up on the bed. Beads of sweat took over my forehead. Taehyung had awaken to my sudden movement (his arms were loosely wrapped around me).
Taehyung cupped my cheek with his hand. "Is everything okay, Jungkook?"
"Y- Yeah..."
"Tell me, Jungkook. Was it a bad dream again?"
"Y- Yeah..."
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✔︎"I Love You From Korea & Back" | TAEKOOK
Fanfiction"I love you from Korea and back" "Why not the moon and back?" "Because, we're in Cali, Doofus." At the Incheon International Airport, you don't suspect to fall in love at first sight. Because that's the case for Kim Taehyung when an adorable 18 ye...
