(i'm sorry if this is bad but i don't know wtf i'm doing)
the thundering noise of wheels against rusted iron tracks was what awoke namjoon early on that winter morning. through the grogginess of his fatigue, he could feel that the air was crisp against him, biting his face like a colony of tiny ants trying to gather materials to generously feed their queen. muffled melodies of birds sounded from the outside of his room; their chirps echoing off the sad wooden walls that surrounded him in an enclosure of darkness and distress. the scent of damp, festering wood hung in the air like a heavy cloud made from the tears of the innocent and the continuous drip... drip... drip... from the gutter outside caused an icy shiver to crawl up his spine. it was a cold place.
once namjoon had managed to partially hold his heavy eyelids up, he glanced towards the door in front of him. a thin slit of sunlight peeked through the bottom of it, giving him hope that today wouldn't be as freezing as it was the day before. yesterday was so cold that his joints had become extremely stiff which meant he wasn't able to complete his daily tasks so he had to stay late, very late. his boss was heartless - no empathy towards him and his friends at all. it didn't matter how tired any of them were, how cold any of them were, or how hot any of them were, their boss would still force them to work until complete exhaustion. furthermore, their living conditions were beyond poor as they were stuffed in tiny, sweaty, dank (👌👌😩🔥🌝), cramped rooms with little to no light or comfort.
"what about workers rights?" namjoon had often thought to himself but then he remembered he was a train and trains weren't supposed to have a conscious yet alone workers rights. so, there was nothing he could do about it. he had completely lost hope of escape.
"right, you scum! get your pathetic excuses for wheels moving and come out!" (wow this is the best i can do? jesus christ) a sudden voice sounded from outside, causing namjoon to flinch in surprise. something was smashed against his door, causing a huge bang to attack his ears and ripple through his body. sweat started to accumulate across his forehead as he slowly rolled forward, cautious and frightened like every day. pushing the door open with his nose, he shuffled out from the dank (👌👌😂😂😩😩💯🔥👊) room and squinted at the sunlight attacking his eyes.
"why are you so slow?!" someone bellowed from behind him, whipping the ground and causing namjoon to accelerate forward in distress towards his assigned space.
he was in the centre of a rather large mess of train tracks which led outwards in different ways to doors similar to his own. there were seven of them all in a big semi-circle however only five of them were in use and as namjoon came to a stop, other trains started to appear from behind their doors with the same look of hopelessness across their features. his friend, jimin, was the first to arrive next to him, gracing a small, trembling smile towards namjoon as he came to a halt. he could tell jimin was exhausted as the large bags beneath his bloodshot eyes gave it away instantly. looking past jimin, he saw two more trains roll in - his friends, jin and yoongi. as they stopped, namjoon took in their appearances also. they both looked distraught, traumatised in fact, and who could blame them? they watched as taehyung, their poor, naive friend, was dragged away by the boss to the factory, and whoever goes in the factory never ever comes out - that was a fact(ory - i'm so sorry wh yam i lik ethis).
"come out, you filthy swine!" (gg boss such wow insults yes) the boss suddenly yelled from behind them, banging on someone's door. namjoon wanted to see what was going down (down baby) but he was a train meaning he didn't have a neck to be able to look backwards so, instead, he listened as best as he could.
it must have been jungkook - the newest and the one who was affected the most by taehyung's removal. he was still young so namjoon knew it would be hard for him as he, himself, had been through all of it before too. all the tears he had shed late at night when he had first arrived, and even more salty droplets had fallen to the ground after one of his friends had been taken away barely after a week he had been there. the only things that namjoon had felt were: terror, worry and confusion until he realised the best way to escape he had was to become numb - numb to everything (numb is such a weird word - it's like thumb but not). what he had lived through was a similar situation to what was happening to jungkook at that moment and so namjoon could imagine the pain that the younger must've been feeling. jin was the only one left of the trains who had arrived before namjoon because all the others were taken to the factory. they had seen the distress behind their old friends' eyes as they were dragged away but knew they couldn't do anything to help because they had no hands... so, they had to watch their loved ones fall apart. yoongi, even though he was older than namjoon, arrived the same time as jimin - so that meant out of the five of them, jin was the most knowledgeable.
