The game is over
Title: The Game Is Over
Rating: G
Pairing: Rain(Jihoon)/Joon(Changsun)
Length: 1,011
Summary: When Changsun takes an earlier train than usual, he meets someone in a way he didn’t expect.
A/N: Written for the 2011 ficmix. This is a remix of jesusluvsjaeho's fic ficlet of nothingness.
Changsun always liked travelling by train - the slow, gentle swaying of the cars as the landscape quickly flew by, and the steady beat of the calming motor.
Going to work each day would have been a hassle, had it not been for the train - he would have been forced to sit on a cramped and hot bus for hours, and while the train was usually crowded as well when he took it in the early morning, and late night, it was much more comforting - he could move around, stretch his insured legs if he felt the need to, and he never got motion sickness on the train.
It’s nearly night by the time Changsun manages to get away from the ballet studio - and he hurries to the train station, clutching his backpack in his hands as he comes to stand with the rest of the tired, restless crowd. The train after this one won’t arrive until hours later, and he really feels like sleeping, like putting his legs in a high place, and giving his feet a hot bath.
The long travel is the only thing Changsun hates about his job, and his apartment - they’re too far apart, but he can’t afford moving closer to the ballet. Besides, he likes his apartment - it’s small, and it’s cozy, and he has covered one of the walls in his bedroom with mirrors, so he can practice his posture even when he has days off.
When the train’s doors open, he’s one of the first to step inside, getting away from the sudden light rain, his mind set on catching a good seat, and maybe even being able to close his eyes for the few minutes it took to get home.
Changsun can spot a free seat, and he quickly weaves his way between the other passengers, finally sitting down, smiling at his neighbor, getting a smile back. Changsun studies the other man out of the corner of his eye - taking in the other’s strong features, immaculate hair, and the way Changsun’s own brown, cheap jacket contrasts against the strangers black suit jacket - it looks like it’s worth more than what Changsun makes in a month.
He wipes his hands against his jeans, his backpack stuck between his legs, packed with shoes and an extra set of clothes, and food, but Changsun is not hungry at the moment - even though he could eat a horse, he just wants to sleep.
He wakes up with a slight pain in his neck, and as he sits up, jerking his head from its resting place on his neighbor’s shoulder, he realizes with cheeks that are starting to tinge with red, that he’s still on the train, and with a quick glance through the window, Changsun lets out a sigh of relief as he recognizes the landscape outside - he hasn’t missed his stop just yet.
“Sorry for using your shoulder for a pillow,” Changsun says, turning towards the stranger in the expensive suit, fighting the blush threatening to rise on his cheeks, but he’s pretty sure he’s losing the battle. He pulls and tugs on the collar of his jacket, trying to look embarrassed as he feels. He quickly wipes his lower lip, praying that he hadn’t drooled on the man while sleeping - but there is no trace of sticky wetness clinging to his mouth, and with a quick glance he sees there’s not dark, wet spot on the man’s shoulder, and he sighs in relief.
The speakers announce with a female voice that they’re nearing his station, and he pulls his bag towards him, getting ready to exit the train, and he almost misses the stranger’s reply.
“No problem,” the other man says, and Changsun throws him a quick smile and stands up, clutching his backpack with one of his hands.
“Well, I’ll see you around?” Changsun says in a half-question, half-statement, before he grins awkwardly, and hurries into the stream of people lining up in front of the doors.
Almost a whole month passes until Changsun can take the early train back, joining the other passengers on the crowded platform. His long, red scarf is wrapped tightly around his face, protecting him from the cold air and the almost completely dark sky.
The train is late by a few minutes, but it’s nothing unusual. When it pulls into the station, it stops with a door right in front of Changsun, and he heaves a sigh of relief as he’s relieved of the need to fight for a place to sit.
He doesn’t have to look long for an empty seat, and slumps down in it with another sigh, as he relaxes his tired legs and feet. He glances at his neighbor, hiding a smile in his scarf as Changsun recognizes him as the stranger that lent him a shoulder to sleep on.
“Hi,” he says shyly, and the man looks up from his newspaper, frowning slightly as he tries to place Changsun.
“I slept on your shoulder the last time we met?” Changsun says, his cheeks burning, and the man smiles when he recognizes him.
“You dyed your hair,” he says, and Changsun nods quickly, a dumb smile on his lips. He’s glad of the scarf that’s preventing him of looking like an idiot.
“Yeah, I did it so that I wouldn’t stand out too much,” Changsun explains, smiling as the man raises an eyebrow in confusion. “I’m a ballet dancer, we just started a new choreography and I don’t have a solo this time, so I wanted to blend in more.”
The man slowly nods at him, and Changsun worries briefly if he’s said too much.
“It suits you,” the man says and smiles at Changsun. “I’m Jung Jihoon, by the way.”
“Oh, I’m Lee Changsun,” Changsun says, quickly pulling of one of his mittens so he can shake hands with Jihoon, and he probably holds Jihoon’s hand for a moment too long, but Jihoon doesn’t pull away, and when Changsun finally does so, he flushes with embarrassment. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Rating: G
Pairing: Rain(Jihoon)/Joon(Changsun)
Length: 1,011
Summary: When Changsun takes an earlier train than usual, he meets someone in a way he didn’t expect.
A/N: Written for the 2011 ficmix. This is a remix of jesusluvsjaeho's fic ficlet of nothingness.
Changsun always liked travelling by train - the slow, gentle swaying of the cars as the landscape quickly flew by, and the steady beat of the calming motor.
Going to work each day would have been a hassle, had it not been for the train - he would have been forced to sit on a cramped and hot bus for hours, and while the train was usually crowded as well when he took it in the early morning, and late night, it was much more comforting - he could move around, stretch his insured legs if he felt the need to, and he never got motion sickness on the train.
It’s nearly night by the time Changsun manages to get away from the ballet studio - and he hurries to the train station, clutching his backpack in his hands as he comes to stand with the rest of the tired, restless crowd. The train after this one won’t arrive until hours later, and he really feels like sleeping, like putting his legs in a high place, and giving his feet a hot bath.
The long travel is the only thing Changsun hates about his job, and his apartment - they’re too far apart, but he can’t afford moving closer to the ballet. Besides, he likes his apartment - it’s small, and it’s cozy, and he has covered one of the walls in his bedroom with mirrors, so he can practice his posture even when he has days off.
When the train’s doors open, he’s one of the first to step inside, getting away from the sudden light rain, his mind set on catching a good seat, and maybe even being able to close his eyes for the few minutes it took to get home.
Changsun can spot a free seat, and he quickly weaves his way between the other passengers, finally sitting down, smiling at his neighbor, getting a smile back. Changsun studies the other man out of the corner of his eye - taking in the other’s strong features, immaculate hair, and the way Changsun’s own brown, cheap jacket contrasts against the strangers black suit jacket - it looks like it’s worth more than what Changsun makes in a month.
He wipes his hands against his jeans, his backpack stuck between his legs, packed with shoes and an extra set of clothes, and food, but Changsun is not hungry at the moment - even though he could eat a horse, he just wants to sleep.
He wakes up with a slight pain in his neck, and as he sits up, jerking his head from its resting place on his neighbor’s shoulder, he realizes with cheeks that are starting to tinge with red, that he’s still on the train, and with a quick glance through the window, Changsun lets out a sigh of relief as he recognizes the landscape outside - he hasn’t missed his stop just yet.
“Sorry for using your shoulder for a pillow,” Changsun says, turning towards the stranger in the expensive suit, fighting the blush threatening to rise on his cheeks, but he’s pretty sure he’s losing the battle. He pulls and tugs on the collar of his jacket, trying to look embarrassed as he feels. He quickly wipes his lower lip, praying that he hadn’t drooled on the man while sleeping - but there is no trace of sticky wetness clinging to his mouth, and with a quick glance he sees there’s not dark, wet spot on the man’s shoulder, and he sighs in relief.
The speakers announce with a female voice that they’re nearing his station, and he pulls his bag towards him, getting ready to exit the train, and he almost misses the stranger’s reply.
“No problem,” the other man says, and Changsun throws him a quick smile and stands up, clutching his backpack with one of his hands.
“Well, I’ll see you around?” Changsun says in a half-question, half-statement, before he grins awkwardly, and hurries into the stream of people lining up in front of the doors.
Almost a whole month passes until Changsun can take the early train back, joining the other passengers on the crowded platform. His long, red scarf is wrapped tightly around his face, protecting him from the cold air and the almost completely dark sky.
The train is late by a few minutes, but it’s nothing unusual. When it pulls into the station, it stops with a door right in front of Changsun, and he heaves a sigh of relief as he’s relieved of the need to fight for a place to sit.
He doesn’t have to look long for an empty seat, and slumps down in it with another sigh, as he relaxes his tired legs and feet. He glances at his neighbor, hiding a smile in his scarf as Changsun recognizes him as the stranger that lent him a shoulder to sleep on.
“Hi,” he says shyly, and the man looks up from his newspaper, frowning slightly as he tries to place Changsun.
“I slept on your shoulder the last time we met?” Changsun says, his cheeks burning, and the man smiles when he recognizes him.
“You dyed your hair,” he says, and Changsun nods quickly, a dumb smile on his lips. He’s glad of the scarf that’s preventing him of looking like an idiot.
“Yeah, I did it so that I wouldn’t stand out too much,” Changsun explains, smiling as the man raises an eyebrow in confusion. “I’m a ballet dancer, we just started a new choreography and I don’t have a solo this time, so I wanted to blend in more.”
The man slowly nods at him, and Changsun worries briefly if he’s said too much.
“It suits you,” the man says and smiles at Changsun. “I’m Jung Jihoon, by the way.”
“Oh, I’m Lee Changsun,” Changsun says, quickly pulling of one of his mittens so he can shake hands with Jihoon, and he probably holds Jihoon’s hand for a moment too long, but Jihoon doesn’t pull away, and when Changsun finally does so, he flushes with embarrassment. “It’s nice to meet you.”