If You Could Go Back (Taekook)
Chapter 4
I started going to the gym the following week and blamed it on the bike
messenger. Every time I was in Seattle, I vowed, I was going to visit the
gym in the building next to the restaurant where I met with most of my
potential clients.
I grumbled to myself as the strap to my gym bag got caught in
something. The train station was packed with people, and it was the biggest
downside to this exercise nonsense. The later departure was in the middle of
when everyone got off work.
Juggling my gym bag and briefcase, I made it to the platform and
stepped onto the train four minutes before we were to depart. My shoulder
was stiff and sore, and I pressed a palm to it as I carefully rotated the
muscle. I supposed I was shocking my system by lifting weights and dying
on an exercise bike.
I entered the business-class section and found a—ℎ𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. This was
the first time we were on the same train going north. And this was certainly
a surprise. I sat down across from him, eyeing the suit he wore. His
expression wasn’t as open and bright as it tended to be in the mornings.
Now he fit in with the rest of us suited schmucks.
The plot thickens, I mused to myself.
He glanced up from his paper when I accidentally dropped my gym bag
on the floor, and he seemed a little surprised to see me too.
Kim Taehyung
Fudge, sorry about that
Frustration built
rapidly, and it annoyed me. His appearance had thrown me. Now I knew
even less how to place him.
Someone
Don’t worry about it
His voice was smoother and richer than I’d
expected. An accent that didn’t belong from here.
That was that. I rearranged my bags before hauling out my laptop, and
he read the paper all the way back to Busan. All while wearing a
bespoke suit.
I couldn’t concentrate, often casting looks his way. When his brow was
furrowed, he appeared older. Now I couldn’t even be certain we were the
same age.
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