To The Middle of Nowhere - Chapter III
Myungsoo scratches his head as he looks at the big map in front of the train station. He unconciously plays with his tongue like he usually does in times when he feels in doubt. He closes his eyes, spins on his heels, and stops to point at wherever his finger would aim. Mokpo? His mouth fell open, and sighed deeply. He furrows his eyebrows and moved his face closer to the map, narrowing his eyes, tapping the word, Mokpo, with his pointer.
He rocks back and forth on his heels and places his hands on his pockets. He purses his lips and sighs once more, "well, here goes nothing."
He walks like a model to the counter to buy his ticket. He pats his back pocket to get his money in his wallet, and counts it in the process. He then remarks, "I knew all those saving would lead me to something good. Just enough for half a year living alone." He grins.
As he was nearing the counter, he notices his shoelaces untied. He kneels down and ties it when just at the same time, someone bumps him, knocking him over. He scratches his butt, and cursed under his breath.
"Oh! I'm sorry" someone says but he barely even hears it.
Before he could realize what had just happened, the person was already gone. All he remembers was seeing a pair of white sneakers and a pair of long white legs. Must be a girl, he thought. He cursed a couple of unearthly words once again, now much louder, not even minding the people throwing him dirty looks in the process. But he couldn't care less.
"What the f**k was that? Geez. Hit and run? Hah. Very funny," he rolled his eyes, "Ouch?" He pouts and gets up, brushing off all the invisible dirt.
He barely got in time for the train to Mokpo. He breathed a sigh of relief as he walks through the aisle to his seat. He then stops 3 rows after. 1013, he mumbles, looking up at the number above his head. He places his luggage and his backpack in the compartment and claps his hands once, feeling contented. His seat was by the window, a girl with sunglasses and a mask on was sitting beside his chair. He shivers as the sight weirds him out. This will be a long ride, he sighs.
As he was about to take his seat, he tripped. He bumped his head hard on the glass, too hard that it made a sound louder than the train horn that went off when it happened. Myungsoo closes his eyes shut, trying to not feel the pain. He slowly tries to stand, rubbing his bright red forehead, hurting like hell. Just then, he feels a pair of hands on both his arms, helping him to get up. He still has his eyes closed when the person whispers, "I'm really sorry ..."
Myungsoo suddenly freezes upon hearing her voice. He trembles under her touch.
This voice seems so familiar. I feel so comfortable, peaceful. It cannot be ... the girl in the cafeteria, the person in the train station, this voice ... who are you?
He relaxes as he finally stands up, her hands still guiding him. He could feel the closeness of their bodies. He sweats even at the thought of it. He curses under his breath, and mumbles what the f**k, Myungsoo? Why are you feeling this way?
"Hey," the girl says. Her voice is too soft but so pure. "are you alright now? I really am-"
"Stop saying you're sorry," he cuts her off, opening his eyes, "it's okay, don't worry too much."
"Oh ... okay," she whispers.
The longer she holds me like that, the tighter my chest goes. What is this?
He feels her hands move slowly away. She sits back down on her seat and continues reading God knows what that book is. Myungsoo can see her faint reflection on the glass in front of him. Despite the blurry reflection, he could tell she has a pale skin, too thin.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" she asks, "we're about to move. You might hit your head hard again."
He shakes off his thoughts and swallows some saliva. He then takes a deep breath and sits on his chair slowly without looking towards the girl's side. Why are you so afraid to look at her, Myungsoo? What's wrong with your instincts? he thinks to himself.
The train began to move slowly, and soon after, he falls asleep.
He suddenly jolts up as the train shook around him. He thinks he fell down his chair, but he actually did not. He then feels something heavy on his chest. He adjust his eyes to the light, only to find an arm on top of him. He looks to his left and her face welcomes him, only an inch away from his. His eyes grow bigger at what he sees. The girl beside him was the girl he was not wanting to see.
Her hair is somewhat covering her face. Myungsoo moves his hand slowly to remove it out of her face to take a better look at her. It is a face he recognizes. She's still the same. Just a little more healthier now, a little, he thinks to himself.
"Suzy," he whispers, unconciously smiling.
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A/N: Okay, so this was much shorter than the previous chapter. And so their story officially begins ... *winkeu winkeu*