12hrs - k.th

six

第六个小时。

the neighbouring train carriage contained slightly more people, some with bags upon bags of luggage, and others with only a slim briefcase to accompany them on their journey. you felt really out of place as you stood looking around for a good place to sit, as if everybody was watching you, judging you, when in reality, none of the passengers could care less.

there were no seats where you wouldn't be surrounded by anyone; wherever you decided to sit, you would always be near at least one person, which was one person too many. so you sigh in annoyance as you begrudgingly choose to sit across a mother and her son.

the son is young and energetic, constantly bouncing around and babbling incoherently, using the train's seats as his mini playground. involuntarily, you start to smile whilst watching him, and your smile grows even wider when you notice the familiarity of his woolly hat - it's the exactly the same as a certain someone's.

you feel a string of guilt tug at your gut once you start thinking of taehyung, and your mood drops instantly. you wished you had someone to talk to in that moment, and you wished that someone was taehyung. you think about the fight you just had and your stomach turns queasy; for some reason, the thought of never talking to taehyung again, because of a stupid petty fight, made you feel nauseous.

you look out of the window, at the forever ongoing expanse of thick frosty white covering everything in its path, and when you look back at the young boy, he's staring at it too, his nose pressed right up against the glass, with pure childlike wonder in his eyes. then joyously, he grins an eerily familiar boxy smile.