He was going to be late. The last subway he was supposed to get on had already left and now he was stuck there in the subway station. Peering down at his wrist watch, the young Yoseob was still dressed fully in his school uniform. His backpack was slung over one shoulder and his hair was a mess. On top of training to become a future idol of Korea, he also had studies to worry about. To pile on top of those studies, he also had his parent’s ramen shop to worry about as well. Granted, on some days service was slow, but he still wanted to help his loving mother and father out whenever he had the time to. Besides, he promised he would come by after school. Just— now he’d be a little later than anticipated.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed the number to his parent’s ramen shop, but received a busy tone. This only meant one thing: the shop was busy. Shoving his phone back into his pockets, his dark brown eyes fixated on the tunnel in which the two headlights of the subway train would appear.
The instant the subway train arrived after a few minutes of pacing and peering, Yoseob hopped in. It was packed. Attempting to push through the large crowd of people, he caught sight of an empty seat from his peripherals. He made haste towards the opening and kept in mind to be mindful of the people around him and not push and shove. Once he reached the small space, his eyes fell upon a male that had been settled into the seat next to it since his own entry into the public transport.
“Uhh— is anyone sitting here,” he asked with a meek smile on his lips as soon as their eyes met. Little did he know that in that instant, that moment that they shared, would spark memories that would last him a lifetime.
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Junhyung was extremely tired. Tired of school with its endless stress to ace every exam thrown at him. Tired of never quite making the cut in entertainment companies which only led to being a disappointment to his parents. Not that his parents didn’t love and support him, but he knew it was hard on them to see their son coming home day after day, with no news of accomplishment. Sighing he laid his head back against the uncomfortable plastic headrest, if you could call it that. He was on the bus home from dance practice, he had recently joined a group from school and today was their first meeting. Nothing much had come from it, besides various moves of trying to show off, which only resulted in him hurting his shoulder against the tiled floor and an immense amount of pride flushed down the toilet, but he was perfectly fine with that.
He would do anything to become an idol, even if that meant dragging himself through endless humiliation until he reached success. Opening his closed eyes as he felt the train lurch forward to a stop, he noticed he had a few more to go, and he wiggled in his seat, trying to defrost his numb butt against the seat. He hated that feeling. It was then he noticed a mop of dark hair making its way towards his direction, shuffling quickly, yet cautiously through the throng of people littering the train. He was short, very short, a school uniform crumpled under the thick backpack he wore. Junhyung could tell just by looking at it, that it had to be cramped pack full of textbooks, making him grimace at the thought of his own backpack, equally as full now dusting the ground of the train. His eyes fluttered towards the window, watching as the subway station left view, the same lurching feeling happening once again as the train took off. What he hadn’t expected was for the mop of dark hair to come trudging towards his aisle, a timid voice making him turn his head in his direction. “Uh, sure, I don’t mind.” Out of habit he scooted over in his chair, though he was already pressed up against the side of the train. Junhyung looked away as the male took a seat, the sound of him getting situated filling the silence that followed. Once he seemed content, he side-eyed the raven haired boy, “So you just got out too huh?” He motioned towards the backpack, hoping the male would understand that he meant school.
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