Unknown Number | yoonmin

WRU?

WRU? = Who are you?

One of the abysmal times to wait for trains to reach their destination in Busan is in the winter because of the change in the climate. People know that once the snow started to hit the ground, everyone who was scrambling to and from work, home, school, and other significant places, would need to take an intermission.

Yet it doesn't prevent passengers who wanted to leave from being furious about waiting for a train that won't arrive. And to make matters worse, the same woman from ten minutes ago announced for the fourth time in one hour that the train is behind schedule because of the snowstorm down south.

As people muttered about how they would never come to the station again as they rolled their eyes in annoyance, Min Yoongi stayed unruffled by the temperature. He watched flakes of snow falling from the sky as though he was admiring fireworks at carnivals in mid-July.

It fascinated him, the thought of snow falling onto the pavement and becoming one with the earth because it made him think about himself. A child that grew up rapidly only to fall to the pavements of broken dreams and silent screams. Or becoming something only to become nothing when you hit the earth as it absorbs all your pain.

Yoongi sighed in despair.

With both of his cheeks flushed from the drop in temperature, Yoongi pulled his right hand from his gray coat pocket and stretched it from the building to the open sky to catch a snowflake. However, with a few tries, he gave up and sighed as he returned his hand to the comfort of his coat pocket because his attempt to catch a snowflake ended up being cold water instead.

Although his attempts were impossible, Yoongi still loved the cold, but he hated waiting in it more. He wished he was home because, on days like this, Yoongi often watched snowflakes falling out his apartment window. Or just being engulfed in his blankets while sipping hot chocolate in front of his television that loses signal too many times in one day was enough too.

Before he began losing himself in the thoughts, Yoongi jerked back to reality. Yoongi turned and stared at the train in the distance with a small smile as it approached the crowd of angry passengers.

As soon as the train halted at its regular location, the eager passengers who couldn't wait to escape from the snow entered the train while the equally impatient people exited.
With the same smile plastered on his face, Yoongi ascended the stairs of the train and started looking around for a place to sit. He observed his surroundings, debating whether he should sit in the back, away from the eyes of strangers, or sit in the front and confront the judgmental gazes from unwanted attention.

The crowd is still annoyed by the time they spent waiting for the train to arrive that they are not even paying attention to Yoongi, yet he can't underlook his paranoia. It was a curse being paranoid and having no one to help make it worse than it should.

Luckily, he spotted an empty seat in the far back that no one seemed to have any intention of occupying. And so, Yoongi decided to take the seat in the back. Facing him was an elderly lady with a pleasant smile on her face. Yoongi then shrugged and sat down because the woman appeared gracious.

Yoongi made sure he didn't slouch his shoulders when he sat down but doing so made it seem like someone forced him to take the train.

He inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. Yoongi then wore a smile because he didn't want anyone to suspect he felt uncomfortable. Due to the snow, Yoongi thought it would be wise to take the train, but if the weather was nice, he would have walked with earphones in and with an unstable heart.