1936 Steam Train || SunSun.

01.

There was a light fog outside the window, where his imagine ran wild with the possibility of anything hiding behind the mist. Kim Sunoo clicked his tongue gently against the roof of his mouth, a rhythmic pattern emitting from his lips. Sunoo skipped through his bedroom, his clothes folded and tucked away as he prepared to leave the warmth of his home and venture to the train station.

The weather seemed to be chilly seeing the view outside his window, pushing him towards picking up the stylish trench coat that hung gently from a hanger that was set on the door knob of his closet. His hands moving far quicker than his brain could think, he reached for the trench coat and threw it on over his shoulders, adjusting it as needed.

With one last final look in the mirror, a quick smack of his lips in approval at his own visage, he tossed all his materials into the pocket of his coat, slipping outside his bedroom and subsequently slipping on his shoes. With a quick goodbye to his home, he skipped past his home and began his journey to a nearby train station.

He followed the path he deemed all too familiar, a sidewalk of concrete that his feet had taken him more times than he could count on all of his fingers. There was a slight, sweet bounce in his step, his earbuds tucked tightly into his ears as he hummed the sweet melody of a medley of his favorite songs at the current moment.

With an occasional shiver at the chilly breeze that would whiz past him, leaving gentle love bites on his already pink cheeks, he thanked his past self for making the decision of wearing something thick on the skin. He probably would have turned back to change if he hadn't.

20 minutes pass, and though Sunoo's legs once grew weary only half way through the journey to the station, Sunoo felt energized and motivated, though more than content with a (quite long) rest on the train nonetheless.

You see, he was headed out of town—two hours away to be entirely exact. Though he and his closest friends never lived too close to each other, they were never further than a simple train ride. And so, when they offered to meet up in a city only a mere three hours away, with his free schedule, there wasn't a single reason for him to decline the request.

Arriving at the train station, he walked through the glass doors and was met by a large (yet crowded) building with a dome roof overhead that stretched to the skies. Letting a breath escape his lips, his cheeks warming up with the heat inside the station, Sunoo quickly scurried to a certain line comprised of around 10 people, all of whom were preparing to purchase a ticket for their designated trip.

As the line inched lesser and lesser, he arrives at the booth, a glass screen separating him and the employee behind it.

"Hello! Ticket to Gyeongju, please!" he chirped cheerfully.

The lady behind the glass nodded and pulled up something he couldn't decipher on her computer before turning to him.

"That will be ₩45,000, Sir. Platform 4." she replied.

Fishing his hand into his pocket, he pulled out the money required, handing it under the glass, and in turn receiving the decently sized ticket. Bidding a thank you to the lady, he turned on his heel and began briskly walking to the platform he would be boarding his train on.

After walking and observing his surroundings, he had arrived at his designated area with barely minutes to spare as people began boarding into the train, him included. With his phone and other common necessities tucked into his trench coat, he sat down in his seat and squirmed around until he got comfortable and situated.

As all the passengers rapidly began piling into the train, all going to their specific cars. He didn't have baggage loaded with him, so he needed not to fret about making his way to the baggage carriage.

Thanking the heavens, not a single person had sat next to him, giving him his own person bubble. Around fifteen minutes passed when a man began to check for tickets from each passenger, traveling person to person as he punched each ticket with a hole puncher as he went. In minutes, he arrived to Sunoo, who politely handed his ticket with two hands and a small smile adorned on his face.

Examining the ticket, the man nodded gently and too punched a hole in his ticket before handing it back to him.

With that as his cue, Sunoo cracked his bones and stretched his limbs before slumping back into his seat and turning his head towards the window. With his music now only gently playing in the background, Sunoo tempted himself off to sleep with the idea of counting sheep.

'Never not the time for a nap on a train.'