A Stranger {Youngjae, JB, 2Jae}

{{One}}

His alarm clock rang through the room, making him wish he got more sleep. For a while he debated on not getting up, but he knew he could not miss another lecture. The ringing kept going, making Youngjae groan and get up, slamming down the stop button. As silence filled the room, Youngjae got himself dressed and ready to leave.

Youngjae didn't put much thought into what he was wearing, he had no one to impress. Students and classmates liked Youngjae, it was Youngjae who paid no attention to flirting girls or fake friends. He knew he was good at music and performing, he didn't need people sucking up to him because of that.

As Youngjae made his way out of the room the smell of coffee filled his nose, and even though he preferred tea, he was up for a cup of coffee. His smile dropped a bit when he found a pot of coffee with a note:

Sorry had to dash off! L x

Even though you could see he disappointment on his face, Youngjae was happy that his friend still considered him and made him coffee. It was a small gesture, but to Youngjae it meant a lot, even when he has mentioned more than once that he preferred tea.

As he finishes the cup of coffee which to him tasted bitter, he got his bag from the steps and made his way out of the apartment. There was slight wind in Seoul which made the boy shiver slightly, but he decided not to turn back for a coat and instead put his earphones in his ears and his playlist on shuffle. The walk to his train stop is short and he arrives just as the train pulled up. Youngjae always say in the fifth cart, row 8 and then by the right window. Youngjae didn't know why he did so, but it became a habit to him and sitting else where annoyed him.

Youngjae enjoyed the train ride, even though it was overcrowded with angry working men and women, it gave him time to process his thoughts. Sometimes he would write some lyrics, then later try to compose some music to go with them. He was able to recognise those who got on the train on a daily basis as well as those who only got on once or twice. When the train pulled up to his stop, Youngjae awkwardly shuffled between individuals, mumbling 'sorry' and 'excuse me' as he was pushing past.

The university was filled with students, rushing around getting to their lectures. A few girls would twirl their hair and smile at Youngjae, who would politely return the smile but kept walking. Not. Interested. It pulled on everybody's minds, he could probably date any girl and guys either wanted to be him or hated him. What everyone didn't know was that he was not interested in girls, but guys. It was the reason why he lived with one of his only friends , Lilah. His parents were not accepting Youngjae's love choices and after months of arguments, he left for good.

The day dragged for Youngjae, his lectures were long and exhausting, the only thing he wanted was to go home and sleep. And that was exactly what he intended on doing.

The train was late, though that made no difference, it was like that most days. Youngjae was irritated though, all day he had to pretended to enjoy talking to people who he didn't particularly like, which put him in a bad mood. When the train pulled up Youngjae counted to the fifth cart and got on, counting to row 8 and sitting on the right side by the window. He wondered if no one sat there because they knew that he liked to sit there, because whenever he got on, that seat was waiting for him.

Youngjae was lost in his own world, his music playing loudly through his headphones as he admired the setting the train was passing. He also enjoyed looking at people as the train came to a stop. Everyone always rushed on, making sure that the train doesn't leave without them. Just as the train was setting off again, Youngjae spotted a young man running trying to make the train. He has never seen him before, his hair was pitch black with a few earings. The boy was not dressed smartly, more casual. But soon he became a silhouette as the train carried on its journey.

Youngjae felt bad for that boy, he felt guilty. He knew he should of stopped the train, but he was too awkward to do that. For the rest of that journey Youngjae couldn't get that stranger out of his mind no matter how hard he tried. But hey, why should he care, there's more trains that go and after all to him he is just a stranger.

Hey guys, this fanfic is completely made up and of course I don't live in Seoul so I don't know what it's like there. I'm using my imagination. However, if there's something you wish I change feel free to private message me.
I hope you lot enjoy this!
Mags x