Frost

dream on, dream on (good night)

The sun shone brightly as they stood in line waiting to get on the train, tickets in hand.

Nervous? Kai signed, an infectious smile on his face.

Yeonjun helplessly grinned back. "A little." He admitted.

He had never met someone's parents before – not like this. It seemed like a big step, even after a whole year of being inseparable since he came back.

"Your sisters are gonna beat me half to death." He muttered suddenly, and Kai snorted.

A conductress ushered them on board, flashing her bright smile and swaying her hips as she walked down the aisle.

Her hand kept brushing against Yeonjun's chest as she explained something in the small compartment, an annoying high pitched voice directed at what seemed to be his right ear.

Yeonjun pressed his lips together in a thin line, but couldn't even feign interest.

She looked familiar – had she been the one on the train when he first came here? He couldn't remember

It had ceased to matter, because the only person he cared to look at was in front of him, awkwardly nodding along to the safety explanations and sneaking looks at him.

It was endearing – the way Kai stood there shyly, playing with the loose bracelet around his wrist, solemnly nodding at the girl and glancing at him out of the corner of his eye every couple of seconds. His cream-colored cardigan and fluffy hair made him look like a distressed intern, running errands for some mysterious CEO.

Yeonjun truly was too whipped for his own good.

As soon as the woman turned to leave, Yeonjun crossed the small space between him and the younger boy, pulling him down to sit next to him, thighs pressed against each other, hands a tangle. His head rested on Kai's shoulder.

"'M tired." He lied, making himself comfortable. He could feel Kai shake with laughter, and an arm rested around his shoulders, Kai's long fingers playing with the elder's hair.

If he tuned out all the background noise, he could almost pretend they were back at home, lazing on the couch, a forgotten movie playing in the background.

The younger pressed a soft kiss to Yeonjun's head, and closed his eyes too, ready for the 8-hour long train ride to his hometown.

The stewardess, as she turned around to close their sliding door, gaped in open wonder at how the two clung together so easily, so comfortably nestled against each other.

"They must be good friends." She decided, for her own sanity. Yet she couldn't help but stick around for a moment longer, long enough to see the gentle kiss that the smaller boy planted on his friend's head, and the lovesick look in his caramel eyes before he closed them.

Her face colored, and she rushed to the next compartment, asking for the occupants' tickets in a brisk voice.

The trees rushed by as the train headed off, sun shining through, seemingly moving along with the train.

When the snack cart came around, the stewardess was greeted with a cordial smile.