If You Could Go Back (Taekook)
Chapter 1
My mood soured as I opened my laptop and took a sip of my coffee. The train departed. I had an hour to kill but was more likely to kill myself
I flicked him a brief glance and shook my head.
Bloody hell, I was only twenty-eight. Wasn’t I too young for misery?
It was official. Sitting still for forty-five minutes every morning was
giving me too much time to think that was the problem. I tried to work
and couldn’t get into it. Forty-five minutes wasn’t long enough to get
settled, so it was time going to waste. I needed my cubicle that would hopefully soon turn into an office if I could get that promotion. I was driven
and hanging on to a shred of hope that this summer would get me to where I
wanted to be.
Checking my watch, I chastised myself for being impatient. It never
ceased to amaze me how spoiled we got. It was a new train, a two-stop
route between my little town in Seoul and Busan, a route
that’d shaved at least forty minutes off my commute. Yet, two months into
this new transit, I grew restless after a few minutes.
I closed my laptop, giving up on the notion of getting anything done.
The six-thirty train from Seoul was an express departure, so I was surrounded by men and women in suits working on their way to the city.
They could get into it work, or whatever they looked busy doing.
I completed the crossword puzzle I’d started last week instead. I made
reservations and confirmed another, read the local paper, and drank from
my travel mug. This had become my everyday life, starting in April when
my boss told me there was a promotion on the horizon. I was getting close,
though I knew how quickly a deal could fall through.
My hopes were almost as high as my expectations, no matter how hard I
tried to keep my thoughts leveled.
I had to get out of here.
A promotion would fix my worries and shake up the dreariness of my
regular routine.
𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒.
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