this was supposed to be the chapter where dojoon and hajoon met but i lost motivation for it very quickly
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it was like something out of a story book, hajoon hasn't even known dojoon for more than 2 months and they're already meeting up? hajoon swore he was going crazy, if this had been anyone other than dojoon, hajoon could assure you he would not be doing this right now.
taking a shaky deep breath, hajoon stepped onto the train and began his search for a seat.
unfortunately, the brunette had been one of the last passengers on the train, meaning that most of the good seats were taken. if he was lucky, he might be able to squeeze between some nice old ladies.
clutching his phone in one hand and his backpack strap in the other, hajoon carefully weaved between the people standing around, looking for a seat. if you think he would stand for nearly 5 hours you would be quite mistaken.
hajoon was filled with delight as he spotted an open seat next to a man and his dog. just as he was about to claim the seat, though, a sickly woman with a face mask sat down gingerly.
hajoon didn't have the heart to ask her if he could take her seat, so he retreated back into the crowd of people and held onto a pole, figuring he would stand at least until someone left.
and someone did indeed leave, supplying hajoon with a (very comfortable) window seat. the brunette sighed in relief and put both his earbuds in, shuffling his favorite playlist and squeezing his phone under his thighs. resting his head on his hands, hajoon looked and looked out at the breathtakingly beautiful early morning sky. hajoon had to say, 2 am was definitely one of his favorite times of the day. it's a perfect balance of late and early, hot and cold, light and dark, it made the man feel somewhat comfortable.
the next couple hours went by smoothly, hajoon nodding off to sleep as the distant sound of chatter and the low volume of his music filled his ears.
the time was 4 am, almost 5 am, when hajoon awoke from his short power nap. instantly, he reached for his phone tucked under his thigh, having a mini panic attack when he couldn't find it. relief washed over him refreshingly when he found it wedged between his seat and the train's wall. he stared at his home screen as if waiting for a text from dojoon to appear.
sadly, a message from his friend was not sent until 5:37, which, to hajoon, felt like an excruciating 2 hours.
after his little chat with dojoon, the brunette was beginning to worry juuust a little tiny bit. what if the train didn't make it to busan? what if something horrible happened and hajoon was to die? what if-
as if she were tired of hajoon's 'what if's, the lady on the intercom announced, "our next stop is busan."
hajoon didn't realize he was holding his breath until he exhaled. what was he so anxious for? excited but also terrified, hajoon straighted up from his slouched position against the window and flung his backpack on, unconsciously chewing his nails, bouncing his leg, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, anything to keep him distracted from the nervous feeling in his gut.
when the train stopped hajoon felt his heart stop too. what if dojoon was lying? then again, hajoon didn't think dojoon the type to lie. shaking his head, hajoon stood up awkwardly and waddled to the exit of the train. now he can say he took a train to busan. you get it. because it's like the movie. i'm funny please laugh.
once he was seated comfortably on a bench at the train station, he took out his phone and texted dojoon a quick, "i'm here!" which was met with a speedy response of, "where are you?" but in dojoon language.
