My Song For You [JJK]

XIV

[A/N: Do turn the music on 💜]

Three years later and I'm back at the place that started it all. Seoul Train Station.

"Mr. Jeon, Are you sure you wanna travel by train? We can still book the flight, You just have to say the word." Assistant Kim asks skeptically, looking around the crowded station in horror. 

I flash him an amused smile, "Is this your first time at a train station?"

Clutching on the luggage tight, He purses his lips, "No... But the first time since getting this job. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I applied for your company."

I chortle out a laugh, "You follow where ever I go, That is a part of your job." 

"Yeah, I follow you to Paris in luxurious flights, Not Busan in economy class." He mumbles under his breath and I choose to ignore it even when I heard him loud and clear.

My heart starts to race, Suddenly getting overwhelmed by the memories of this place and the journey that followed. Thinking about her brings a calming smile on my face, Remembering her is just so easy.

It feels as if everything happened just yesterday, that's how clear my memories of her are. All of our conversations and arguments, they're like a tune  that I can't get out of my head. Funny how it only took a day for me to fall head over heels for someone who was never mine. 

Right from the start.

"Why do we have to go all the way to Busan for this conference anyway?" Assistant Kim complaints, cutting off my train of thoughts. He looks at me with a doubtful face, as if he knows that I'm hiding something.

I can only manage to clear my throat before the announcement of the relevant train booms over the station, indicating it's arrival. I swiftly stride towards our compartment, followed by a slightly ticked off middle-aged man with both of our luggage.

Finding the right seat this time, I settle down with a giggle at the memory of our first encounter. The man beside me lets out an angry sigh and snap, "Okay, You've got to stop acting like a love sick puppy!"

"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow at the sudden change of attitude by my assistant of 7 years. He simply rolls his eyes and fixes his already straight tie, "Whatever, We're out of office premises. I'm your hyung right now."

I shake my head at the man, Surrendering to his argument.

"OMG ISN'T THAT JEON JUNGKOOK?!"

"WHERE?! OH YES!" 

Two annoyingly loud voices scream from the corner of the cart, making us both flinch in our spot. The two girls, clearly fans, charge towards us at an inhumane speed and start gushing, too loud and incoherent for me to understand any of it. I just give them a grateful smile while Seok Jin hyung clutches on his seat for dear life.

After about 10 to 15 minutes of fangirling and Jin hyung visibly loosing his patience, I sign their diaries and take pictures with them, ignoring hyung's protests all the while.

Thanking the fans, I flop down on my seat. Without even sparing a second, the brunette whips his head towards me with annoyed eyes and an 'I'm about to whoop your ass'  expression, He starts swearing,

"Yah you little punk! I understand you're getting the kick of the lifetime seeing me in discomfort but enough is enough! I made my peace with travelling all the way to Busan just for this stupid conference and with sitting through the economy class of a train, not a flight, but train. So if we get ambushed by any more of your crazed fangirls one more time during the journey, I promise I'm gonna yeet your ass to Busan and fly there by myself! In business class!"

He breathes deeply after the outburst and everyone looks at us with different range of expressions (Horror, Annoyance, You name it!), While I just pout, "Hyung don't get so angry, You'll age faster."

He inhales sharply in shock and screams even louder, "You son of a- hmph, Oh, This is good."

Distracted by the packet of fish cake, Jin finally stops yelling at me with chocolate smudged on his thick plump lips and I scoff. Food is always the solution for this guy. 

I pull out my phone and plug in the earphones, listening to a certain song that I just can't seem to stop listening to. A song that speaks my story no clearer than others; The story of my turning point, my revelation and my bare feelings,

My Busan Love.

As I drift into my dreamland with the song as the background music, I loose myself to her memories once again, with a sad smile etched on my sleeping form.

"You're just gonna leave?" Her voice cracks as she asks something that places a strange kind of heaviness over my heart.

"Shouldn't I?" I ask her, the same question directed towards myself as well. We both avoid eye contact through out the exchange, knowing things have changed between us. There's a painful hesitance in the air as we both keep a safe distance from each other, Oblivious to other's feelings and thoughts.

And too scared to get close again.  

Neither of us say anything further, No words seeming right at this point. I take a look at her for one last time, igniting a spark of hope in her eyes which soon gets blown out when I turn my back at her, leaving everything behind.

"Please be happy." I whisper out, loud enough for her to hear but fast enough so that she doesn't get a chance to reply. 

The tears just slip out of my eyes like a waterfall holding itself back from flowing with all it's strength, and I let it all loose when I'm out of sight. "I need to go in order for you to go to him."  Clawing at my heart, I cry till my voice gets rough and throat runs dry.

Once again, I'm deprived of love in my monochromatic life. Only this time, I was the one to let go. I let her go.

And that was our goodbye, An incomplete one.

"Yah! Wake up!" 

I open my eyes to see the brunette leaning over to my side, his face filled with concern. My face feels hot as I look around in confusion, taking in the surrounding.

"Were you crying in sleep?" His soft voice laced with worry makes me stroke my face in reflex, only to find it stained with warm tears. Not having the courage or the words to response, I divert the topic, "We're here?"

He understands what I'm doing right away but chooses not to comment and instead, points out the window where I can see the faint outline of the blue sea, "Yep, Welcome to Busan. We reach in 5, Get ready."

I take in a deep breath, preparing myself to finally face the one person I've been hiding for years, To face my past and my feelings, but with an uncanny ferocity in my heart this time.