Loony | yoonmin

November 16th

4:09 AM

To Jimin a perfect train ride consists of a fully charged pair of wireless earbuds, a phone and a charger, a packed or previously bought breakfast and lunch, and no interruptions or stress. Did he achieve that in this cerulean morning? No, and that's thanks to the lunatic.

Jimin was less afraid and more bothered to find him bounding past him in his aisle, a bit shocked but way more bothered in hopes that he'd be left alone to listen to his music.

He leaned his forehead against the window on his left, abandoning the rest of his yogurt and grains he couldn't finish and shut his eyes softly.

For a few moments, he feels tranquility.

For only a few moments.

Jimin's eyelids snap open when he hears a grunt and a thud in the aisle. Jimin peers over without turning his head to see the grey-haired boy slowly lift himself back up, using to top of an empty seat to assist him. It appeared he had tripped.

Having Silk playing mid-volume, he didn't bother to take off his earbuds when the boy gazed over at Jimin and murmur some words he couldn't quite care to comprehend. Jimin took a wild guess and figured it may have been an apology or some sort of explanation to him tripping over.

The boy then turned to take an empty seat one or two rows down in front of him, barely visible to him.

Jimin didn't take his eyesight off of his seat, no sense of trust for the boy. A wave of shivers crawl down his spine, the mere thought of him was a bit nerve-wracking.

Then he remembers something.

The missing cases..

He feels his blood runs cold when the thought  travels across his already jumbled mind. The horrors kidnapped victims were possibly going through, it felt equally exposed onto him.

The lunatics train shouldn't even be this one. He missed his already leaving train just a couple days ago, he had no logical reason to board the same late train again.

He didn't even scream bloody murder when he boarded that morning.

Jimin's eyes finally strained away from the boy's seat, more calm at the fact that he stir much to suggest he was going to leave any time soon. And hopefully not to leave to go murder Jimin.

His mind was still completely boggled about his potential stalker or kidnapper, none of it made any sort of sense.

A low Inanimate groan in a seat somewhere in front of him once again catches his attention, the same seat the boy sat in. The back of his seat had heaved back, the weight pushed more against it. It had seemed that he was going relax or nap through the whole ride.

No way in hell did Jimin feel relaxed like he did.