Namjin Oneshots

Seoul Express

This gonna be so long so heads up this is a long fluff fanfic inspired from movie Chennai express .

Get ready !!! Grab some snacks and juice and you are good to go ..

Good luck!!!!

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It was a quiet morning in Seoul, the kind that usually brought a sense of peace to those who rose early. But for Namjoon, this particular morning was anything but peaceful. He was late. He had promised his grandmother that he would scatter her ashes in the Han River, fulfilling her last wish. However, Namjoon’s busy life in the city had left him with little time for anything else. But today was different—today was the day he would finally carry out his promise.

Namjoon hurriedly packed his bag, ensuring that the urn with his grandmother’s ashes was securely tucked away. His best friend, Taehyung, had insisted on helping him, but Namjoon wanted to do this alone. It was a personal journey, one that he needed to complete by himself.

As he rushed out of his apartment, Namjoon realized he was cutting it too close. The last train to Busan, which would take him to the small village where his grandmother had grown up, was leaving in less than an hour. He dashed through the crowded streets of Seoul, narrowly avoiding collisions with street vendors and early morning joggers.

Finally, Namjoon arrived at Seoul Station, panting heavily as he made his way to the ticket counter. He purchased a one-way ticket to Busan, hoping that the journey would give him the time to reflect on the memories of his grandmother and the legacy she had left behind.

With his ticket in hand, Namjoon pushed through the throngs of people, heading towards platform 7, where his train was waiting. The platform was packed, as usual, with people from all walks of life—businessmen, students, tourists, and families, all bustling about in the early morning light.

Namjoon found his seat near the window and settled in, grateful for the brief moment of calm. He took out the urn and held it in his hands, his thoughts drifting back to the time he had spent with his grandmother as a child. She had always been his rock, the one person who had believed in him no matter what.

As the train started to move, Namjoon gazed out of the window, the scenery of Seoul’s urban landscape slowly giving way to the picturesque countryside. He closed his eyes, letting the gentle rhythm of the train lull him into a peaceful state.

But his tranquility was short-lived.

The train came to an unexpected halt at a small station just outside of Seoul, jolting Namjoon awake. He looked around, confused as to why the train had stopped. The other passengers seemed equally puzzled, exchanging curious glances.

Before Namjoon could ask the conductor what was happening, the door to his compartment slid open, and a group of people hurried inside, clearly in a rush. Namjoon quickly scooted over to make room, trying to avoid eye contact. He was never one for confrontations or awkward social interactions, and the last thing he wanted was to get involved in someone else’s drama.

However, his attempt to stay unnoticed failed when one of the newcomers, a tall, strikingly handsome man with sharp features, accidentally bumped into him, causing Namjoon to drop the urn onto the floor.

“Ah, I’m so sorry!” the man exclaimed, bending down to pick up the urn before Namjoon could react. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine, really,” Namjoon interrupted, quickly taking the urn from the man’s hands. His heart raced as he checked to make sure it hadn’t been damaged. Thankfully, the urn was still intact.

The man, whose name Namjoon later learned was Seokjin, gave him an apologetic smile. “I didn’t mean to intrude. We were just in a bit of a hurry.”