Part–2

Jungkook's POV—

He looked so small standing there.

So lost.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around himself like the cold could protect him from what he didn’t understand.

Fog curled around his ankles, slow and patient, like it had been waiting for him.

He still didn’t know.

That was the painful part.

I stepped closer, careful not to make a sound. The platform beneath my feet didn’t creak the way it should. It never did for me.

Not anymore.

“Taehyung,” I called softly again.

This time, he heard it clearly.

He spun around, eyes wide and terrified.

“Who’s there?” he shouted into the mist.

“Jungkook? Is that you?"

I didn’t answer right away.

I just watched him search for me, turning in circles, panic rising in his chest.

Humans were always like this—brave until the world stopped making sense.

Taehyung's POV—

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

“I know you’re there!” I yelled, trying to sound braver than I felt. “Stop messing with me!”

Nothing.

Just fog and silence.

My hands were shaking. My phone was still dead, no matter how many times I pressed the power button.

This couldn’t be real.

Trains don’t just disappear. Stations don’t change. And people don’t vanish into thin air.

Right?

“Okay,” I whispered to myself. “Okay, calm down. There has to be an explanation.”

Maybe I fell asleep. Maybe I hit my head. Maybe this was all some weird dream.

But dreams didn’t feel this cold.

Footsteps echoed behind me.

Slow.

Calm.

I froze.

Then—

“Taehyung.”

Right behind me.

I turned so fast my neck hurt.

Jungkook stood there.

Exactly like before—black hoodie, gentle face, unreadable eyes.

Except now he wasn’t smiling.

“How did you—?” My voice cracked. “Where did you come from?”

He tilted his head slightly.

“You shouldn’t have gotten on that train,” he said quietly.

A chill ran through me.

“What… what are you talking about?”

He took a step closer.

“This station isn’t for people like you.”

Jungkook's POV—

He was starting to understand.

Not completely.

But enough.

Good.

“It wasn’t your train,” I continued. “You weren’t supposed to board it.”

Taehyung shook his head, backing away.

“That doesn’t make any sense. I missed the last train. Then yours came. I just got on like a normal person.”

I almost laughed at that.

Normal.

There was nothing normal about tonight.

“Taehyung,” I said gently, “what was the name of the station you boarded from?”

He opened his mouth—then paused.

“I… I don’t remember.”

“Exactly.”

His face went pale.

“I-I was tired,” he stammered. “Jet lagged. I probably just didn’t notice.”

“Then tell me this,” I said, stepping closer. “Did you see a single other passenger?”

He swallowed.

“No.”

“Did you see a conductor?”

“…No.”

“Did your ticket get checked?”

Silence.

The fog thickened around us.

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—To be continued!

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