Loony | yoonmin

November 14th

3:31 AM

He was around 30 minutes early, until the train that he always traveled on, would arrive.

Legs kicking back and forth underneath the metallic bench, Jimin serenely flipped his already bent-up train ticket around in quick swivels. His earbuds locked into his ears with Butterfly Culture playing not-so loudly, just enough for him to be the only one listening. Meanwhile the train another track down that arrived 6 minutes previously now had started leaving.

Jimin had his brown, leather-like backpack settled on his right side—taking up some space on the bench, but not enough to be bothersome to the weary-eyed folks; despite no one seeking a seat anyway. To his left side was a lamppost, plastered with posters of all variations but what took up the majority were flyers of the missing cases; some were dated a month back at the longest—at the time when the missing cases first started appearing into media and it became evident something was going on.

Despite the horrors others were possibly experiencing, Jimin's day begun very pleasantly so far, if you excluded the fact that he couldn't sleep for a prolonged amount of time.

Jimin's puffy eyes were completely sapped away, staying up to an unreasonable time while also accomplishing nothing out of it. And as a result, he slept for less then 2 hours. Brilliant.

"No, no, no!"

A disembodied voice shrieked out. Jimin's head flicked over to the source of the voice, confusion wrapping around his mind and his eyebrows scrunched together. A young boy darted past him to his right, seemingly late as he was racing in the direction the last train went on to, which had now barely escaped from Jimin's peripheral vision.

The boy's pace soon turned to a slow walk and then he took his final steps before staring out in complete despair, Jimin didn't see his face but his body posture radiated with defeat; it was quite obvious.

With his fits balling up, he let out throat-strained scream.

Jimin's whole body shuddered and his eyes widened slightly as he pulled out his right earbud from his ear. The sudden outburst from the boy earned him some glares and grumbles from people waiting nearby, either looks of displeasure, pure shock, or both combined.

Jimin was petrified to say the least.

The boy turned to him, grey-dyed hair tangled and settling down from the bustling winds. Jimin's face paled when he met the boy's eyes, body frozen when he starts bounding his way towards where he sat with a glint in his eyes.

"The next train heads to Ansan right?"

Jimin blinked, not quite listening in to what he just requested. "What?"

He didn't quite expect a softer more delicate tone out of the boy, Jimin was wholeheartedly ready to say farewell to his own life thanks to a lunatic who missed his train. So this was odd.

The boy unfazed repeats his question in his gravelly-like voice, "the next train heads to Ansan.. right?"

Jimin's own honeyed voice hushed itself as he felt much more shaken when the boy was practically towering over him from where he sat, "yeah, it does."

"Okay." His facial features softened, "thanks." was all he added on before stumbling away from him in a moment of a rush, and what slightly looked to be embarrassment.

Jimin's strained, tired gaze didn't bother to trail after the boy who left him shivering. Only one thing seemed to buzz around his mind after the interaction.

Now I'll be in the same train as a lunatic.