daybreak | yoonmin

january 27th.

7:06 a.m.

As always, the monorail was crowded. Late students and workers and walk-of-shamers in various shapes and forms all stood smushed up against one another and bearing different kinds of the same disgrace. The granny Jimin had sacrificed his seat to sat ungratefully, smugly watching everyone sway and stumble and contort their limbs to reach the nearest support pole.

Where do grannies go at 7 in the morning anyway? Why is there always one?

Jimin's height and the length of his chubby fingers conspired against him, barely able to wrap him around the overhead pole. Gravity sent blood rushing out of white, numb fingertips first before attacking his arms. Only fourteen more stops. That's seven stops twice, or two stops seven times. Fourteen. And at least he was only a little blind, and at least he'd downloaded Season of Migration To the North to his phone's library, and at least he could hold his phone really, really close to his face in the position he secured.

Wait, which stop are we..?-- he squinted, looking up from his phone. Fuck, he can't read the display for the train stops.

"Hey, can you turn the text size up a little?"

He winced away. His sudden jerk aroused a few grumbles and side eyes from surrounding passengers due to the lack of space. When he looked over his shoulder, there he was.

Highlighter Head.

He stood slightly to the right and back of an annoyed Jimin, eyeballing the digital book with interest. Another hot breath left his nose and this time the two actually locked eyes. Jimin's frustrated gaze met the man's embarrassed one. He turned a bright shade of pink, his hair and complexion like cotton candies. Nonetheless, he chuckled.

"The button to make text bigger is at the top right."

"Can I help you, Blues Clues?" Jimin spat in a scowl. It took much more than expected for him not to roll his eyes at this fool. The man paused for a minute to contemplate.

"What's your name?"

Jimin gave the man a disbelieving look and shoved him away.

"I'm good off that."

As the train screeched to a halt, the unsteady passengers jerked, falling onto one another for support like a line of dominos. Granny just watched, smug as ever. Highlighter Head leaned unnervingly close to Jimin, nearly making them topple over onto the young schoolgirl to their left. Proactive as ever, Jimin tightened his grip and stopped that in its tracks.

And amidst all the grumbles and groans, the man nodded.

"Yeah so anyway I'm Yoongi."

The side eye Jimin returned was lethal.