late night train
late night train
kyuhyun & song qian
there is no one to come home to.
a/n: can be read in juxtaposition (fancy word eh?) with early morning train (victoria’s version).
kyuhyun takes the last train home every night. it is a nice change from the rush hour trains, living sardine cans pulsing with stale middle-aged blood.
the train’s airconditioning is unusually cold, punctuated by the scent of cheap soju - the salaryman's opium. it nauseates him to think that he will end up like these men, wearing taseteless black suits and drifting off to sleep in the innards of speeding metal worms.
he wonders what kind of dark, silent homes they come back to.
he thinks of her, far away.
he would not mind coming home to her every night for the rest of his life.
kyuhyun & song qian
there is no one to come home to.
a/n: can be read in juxtaposition (fancy word eh?) with early morning train (victoria’s version).
kyuhyun takes the last train home every night. it is a nice change from the rush hour trains, living sardine cans pulsing with stale middle-aged blood.
the train’s airconditioning is unusually cold, punctuated by the scent of cheap soju - the salaryman's opium. it nauseates him to think that he will end up like these men, wearing taseteless black suits and drifting off to sleep in the innards of speeding metal worms.
he wonders what kind of dark, silent homes they come back to.
he thinks of her, far away.
he would not mind coming home to her every night for the rest of his life.