Ship: minsung
Lee minho + han jisung
With one hand, tightly clutching the strap of the light brown tote bag, the other shielding the rays of the sun from his pearl eyes, jisung was waiting for the train's arrival, like the rest of the passengers to his left and right.
He let out a tired, suppressed yawn, standing there after yet another hectic day of work. A smile appeared on his lips as he imagined himself snuggled cozily in bed, a warm cup of coffee in hand and that novel he had recently started exploring.
The thought of it made him all the more restless to just rush home, if possible to fly there and that's when he began wondering 'why can't humans fly? Life would've been so much easier'
But then again another thought struck him 'the sky would get too crowded then' lifting his head up, he dreamily stared at the beautifully laden clouds among the sky, now thinking it's better vacant. Flying humans would destroy the nature's beauty.
The vibrations in the floor awared all beings as the train finally came hurtling in view. Passengers began aligning themselves in rows to step in, and his eyes caught sight of a man standing a few feet from him, waiting to get in through the door next to his.
Jisung eyed him sideways. He showed the impression of a rich, luxurious gentleman, but a sophisticated side was visible in his personality. His hand was carrying a leather briefcase, and the other arm was holding in the large coat he was holding.
The doors slid open and jisung averted his eyes from the man, heading into the train, with the long queue of passengers behind, scurrying their way in before the doors would shut again.
The chilly breeze of ait conditioners relaxed him, comparing to the heat of the day, As jisung began searching for an empty seat amongst the bustled crowd. "Over here, sir" called a voice and jisung noticed that rich man waving at him.
Hurrying over before the spot gets stolen, jisung sat down next to him as the train motioned again. "Thanks" jisung muttered softly and he nodded, responding with a gentle "no problem"
He felt silent again, grazing around at the travellers in front, and smiling at anyone who looked back at him. The stranger beside him opened up his briefcase and jisung curiously turned to him, only to see he was pulling out a thin sketchbook and a dull lead pencil.
As if he's sitting alone in his room with no person to bother, the man flipped over the pages and began filling in to what looked like an unfinished sketch of a landscape but an awestruck one.
Jisung gasped at those majestically sketched mountains and waterfalls sprouting out of it, and now it seemed he was imprinting neat, calming field under it. "You're really good at drawing" jisung praised and the man's head instinctively turned to him.
He scanned jisung for a short minute, and with his insecurities kicking in, jisung guessed he was probably judging his clothes - jisung had never had enough wealth to afford things even half the price the man was wearing.
"Thanks" minho replied, jisung hurriedly smiled back, feeling a little at ease. "So you're an artist?" "A doctor, but i love doing art in spare time"
"You could've done well though as a paper artist" jisung remarked , and it was rather true judging by how skillfully his hands danced the pencil around the paper.
