Spring Day | BTS ✔

08

I tapped my foot against the cab floor impatiently. Traffic was completely jacked today it seemed. Everyone was being extra cautious because of the accident that was reported a few days ago. They wanted to go slow so that they didn't spin out and crash as well. I, on the other hand, wanted to go a whole lot faster.

I knocked on the glass pane separating the back and front seats of the cab.

"Yes?" the driver looked over his shoulder as we sat on the road. The intersection was so slow and packed that we hadn't moved for an hour.

"Here," I paid the cab driver what was on the meter and got out.

"Hey! You can't just walk out into traffic!" I turned back to the driver.

"Watch me," I slammed the door shut and stalked off towards the sidewalk, ignoring the loud car horns as I hopped over the hoods of some cars who were too close to the front one's bumper to pass between.

I ran down the soaked streets towards a nearby train station, practically throwing the money at the till manager and racing off with the ticket to Seoul.

"Just hang on, Jimin, I'm coming," I whispered under my breath as I launched myself into the last train car. Not seconds later did it pull out of the station. I muttered a few curse words under my breath and walked to a nearby seat.

The car was virtually empty except for three other people. I didn't bother checking who was there as I pulled my phone out. I ran over the news story one more time in my head, ignoring the jetlag. While I had been visiting my cousin who was studying abroad in Japan, Jimin had gotten himself in a car crash, a nasty looking one from the pictures I had seen.

I was his emergency contact, but I hadn't gotten any calls yet. Either they hadn't gotten his information from the Busan District Hospital or they had called the apartment phone. I sighed and shoved my phone back in my pocket, letting the ticket crumble up underneath of it as I slumped into the chair.

"Taehyung?" I looked up and saw a man sitting across from me. He looked a little familiar, though I couldn't say how exactly.

"...yes?" he blinked a few times, hands clenching nervously. Then it clicked.

Instead of black jackets and skinny jeans he wore a green sweatshirt and his khaki shorts that ended at his knees. Instead of Jordan's and a black tank he wore converse and a Nike socks. His hair was draped over his forehead in a reddish honey brown color instead of being swooped into a black spikey style. A tattered orange backpack sat next to him on the train seat with a koala keychain on its strap.

"Hoseok?" I sat up straighter, becoming defensive about my former friend sitting across from me.

"What are you doing here?" we asked at the same time.

"I'm going to see Jimin, at Seoul Center. He was in a car crash," I muttered, not wanting to tell him a whole lot more. It was no longer his business.

"So I was Jimin?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Namjoon was the one driving. I forgot I was his emergency contact, but I'm his only one so I have to go," Hoseok explained.

"So the thick headed idiot almost killed my best friend."

"Don't call him that, Taehyung. We may all be strangers now, but we can at least have some respect to one another."

"That's rich, Hoseok. And we aren't all strangers. I don't know if you remember, but I was the only one who stayed with Jimin," I spat at the older.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung. I left because my mother was sick, not because I wanted to leave you two," I rolled my eyes.

"You never came back or called us though, did you?" I turned my attention away from the stranger as I looked outside of the train.

"No, I didn't," if I wasn't smart enough, I would've almost thought he sounded regretful.

I sighed. Hang in there Jimin, I'll get there. Still, the train felt agonizingly slow. Will I get to you a little faster if I was the snow in the air? I thought to myself jokingly. Of course, there was no snow, just rain, but the train car felt colder and colder as Hoseok and I continued our tense silence. No wonder the other two people got off at the next possible stop.