Train Tracks [pjm x myg x jhs]

Chapter One

    "Where the hell is the train?!"

    Jimin glanced over in the direction of which the complaint came from, there stood a man who seemed to be in his forties dressed in a grey business suit yet he seems so childlike with his whining. However he couldn't quite blame him because the usual 6:00 train has yet to arrive and it's already half an hour late. Many of the other passengers who usually ride at the same time as us don't look too happy either he thought. It's been a long day and I'm sure everyone just wants to go home.

    "The train should be arriving shortly!" A young man who worked at the station called out followed by a sigh of relief from almost everyone there, including Jimin's.

    And as he had said, less than five minutes later the train arrived and they all got on. Jimin sat in his usual seat, in the middle, slightly towards the back with no one sitting beside him.

    Leaning back, he prepared himself for the long ride home.  It was quiet most of the time and Jimin assumed that was because everyone seemed so tired and just about ready to pass out. For normal people this amount of silence would be uncomfortable but he actually enjoys it and finds it soothing. So soothing that he almost drifted off to sleep.

    Before he knew it, the train had arrived at his stop and a sudden rush of energy overcame him as he rushed out. Jimin's apartment is nearby a station which makes it easy for him since the walk to and from is a mere seven to eight minute walk.

    Once he finally steps in he groans and stomps over to his couch, plopping onto it. He works at a daycare and let's just say, kids can be rough. Regardless Jimin does love his job but coming home tired and slightly sore has become a daily routine. His eyes begin to close when suddenly, his phone starts ringing. 

    "Hello~?" He answers without bothering to check who's calling.

    "Jimin!" A loud somehow energetic in the evening yet oh so familiar voice yells.

    "Hoseok? What is it?" Jimin asks.

    "I'm coming over, I have dinner." He says then hangs up before he can reply. Jimin smiles small and sits up.

    You see, Hoseok is his neighbor who lives directly across the hall. He's one of those friends that you don't exactly remember how or when you became so close to but accept it anyways. Often times he'll come over and just hang around or eat meals with him.

    The door swings open and in walks Hoseok holding a bag with what looks like Chinese takeout. "You should really lock your door, this isn't safe at all." He says as he shuts and locks the door behind him.

    Jimin shrugs. "If I did you'd probably freak out and start screaming my name."

    Hoseok chuckles and brings the food to the table, nodding. "Well you aren't wrong." Jimin gets up and walks over to him, wanting to see what he has when he suddenly turns to him and wraps his arms around the smaller boy's waist. "I'd be so worried about you. You know a lot can happen to a boy as pretty as you."

    Jimin giggles. "You think I'm pretty?"

    "Of course I do." Hoseok whispers and pulls Jimin up against him, leaning into his face. "I think you're gorgeous and to be honest, right now I'd much rather eat you than this food."

    Jimin licked his lips as their eyes met and locked into each other's, nodding slightly. Lucky for him it's a Friday because he knows he's going to be sore by tomorrow.

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And that's chapter one guys! I've been on a hiatus for so long but I've missed writing so much and have so many new ideas! I've also been working on my writing skills which is why I unpublished my previous stories which were cringe tbh. But don't worry, this is a plot that I came up with a long time ago but have been holding back to really plan things out. I hope you enjoy it so far and look forward to future updates!