First Stop; Third Stop - Oneshot (Tablo/Jong Wan)
Title: First Stop; Third Stop
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Tablo/Jong Wan
Band: Nell; Epik High
Genre: AU, romance
Rating: G
Warning: use of tablo's english name? >_>
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Jong Wan sits by him on the late-afternoon subway, five days a week. They haven't said more than ten words to each other.
Comments: written for the playlist 01 - separation anxiety, at the_audio_mess. inspired by nell's separation anxiety. i couldn't resist doing another. for simply_emotion. ♥
Jong Wan sits by him on the late-afternoon subway, five days a week. It’s his commute home from the day job, a low-paid position at a finance firm while he gets his life together. They sit side by side and Jong Wan hums melodies to himself, while he talks to the lady on his left. They haven’t said more than ten words to each other.
He spills coffee on Jong Wan one time, hands scrambling over Jong Wan’s shirt and back to his own tie as he apologizes, a stumble of “oh, god, sorry-”. Jong Wan’s day was full of anxious-angry people and malfunctioning copiers; he looks at him and he smiles soft. “It’s okay,” he says - and somehow, he means it.
They get off at different stops.
(His name is Daniel Lee. He’s twenty-six and he develops negatives in the dark room of a small business, he went to college and he’s thinking about going back to get his masters. He’s brilliant and he likes to write on spare bits of napkins, sketch ideas that never look as good on paper as they do in his head. He has plans. He made up a back story for Jong Wan his first day on the subway, and he was completely off.)
When Jong Wan was young he had a certain fascination with the world; he expected magic and mystique to exist in perfect, intangible fashion on the sides of the streets and in glass windows - if he just looked close enough. The idea breaks as he gets older, but he still writes the pieces down. They look a bit like lyrics.
The subway stops.
He never says goodbye. It’s only after the other’s left that Jong Wan gets out his laptop and pulls up the documents of lyrics or thoughts or just-words. It’s near empty by then, just him and the catching perfume of a middle-aged lady five seats over.
But Jong Wan always leaves the subway feeling happy. Content.
Three times in a row he isn’t there, and Jong Wan sits next to an empty seat and thinks. The lady two seats away from him is looking lost without her usual listener - she gossips in his direction and he humors her, a quiet nod of his head every few minutes.
It rains those three days.
(Daniel is in another state, attending the funeral of a friend he hasn’t seen in years. He’s smiling or crying - he’s not sure anymore - and he’s dead-tired; one time he wakes up to find himself on the subway, and then he wakes up again. Reality settles in like a too-warm blanket.)
The fourth day he’s there, getting on at the last minute. He’s harried and rushed, coat pulled on quick and he hurries to sit down next to Jong Wan. Off schedule? Jong Wan thinks. He smiles in his direction and turns to the lady next to him.
Everyday, they sit side by side so close their hands are almost touching.
It feels right.
(It’s nearly four months later when Daniel gets off at the wrong stop and doesn’t make up an excuse, just introduces himself as they stand in the middle of a crowd and it’s not awkward, really, because they’re already met. It’s not odd, either, when Jong Wan asks him where he lives and he names a street too far away to walk from here, so they walk to Jong Wan’s house together. Talk.
It’s where they’d start - if they hadn’t all ready begun.)
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Tablo/Jong Wan
Band: Nell; Epik High
Genre: AU, romance
Rating: G
Warning: use of tablo's english name? >_>
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Jong Wan sits by him on the late-afternoon subway, five days a week. They haven't said more than ten words to each other.
Comments: written for the playlist 01 - separation anxiety, at the_audio_mess. inspired by nell's separation anxiety. i couldn't resist doing another. for simply_emotion. ♥
Jong Wan sits by him on the late-afternoon subway, five days a week. It’s his commute home from the day job, a low-paid position at a finance firm while he gets his life together. They sit side by side and Jong Wan hums melodies to himself, while he talks to the lady on his left. They haven’t said more than ten words to each other.
He spills coffee on Jong Wan one time, hands scrambling over Jong Wan’s shirt and back to his own tie as he apologizes, a stumble of “oh, god, sorry-”. Jong Wan’s day was full of anxious-angry people and malfunctioning copiers; he looks at him and he smiles soft. “It’s okay,” he says - and somehow, he means it.
They get off at different stops.
(His name is Daniel Lee. He’s twenty-six and he develops negatives in the dark room of a small business, he went to college and he’s thinking about going back to get his masters. He’s brilliant and he likes to write on spare bits of napkins, sketch ideas that never look as good on paper as they do in his head. He has plans. He made up a back story for Jong Wan his first day on the subway, and he was completely off.)
When Jong Wan was young he had a certain fascination with the world; he expected magic and mystique to exist in perfect, intangible fashion on the sides of the streets and in glass windows - if he just looked close enough. The idea breaks as he gets older, but he still writes the pieces down. They look a bit like lyrics.
The subway stops.
He never says goodbye. It’s only after the other’s left that Jong Wan gets out his laptop and pulls up the documents of lyrics or thoughts or just-words. It’s near empty by then, just him and the catching perfume of a middle-aged lady five seats over.
But Jong Wan always leaves the subway feeling happy. Content.
Three times in a row he isn’t there, and Jong Wan sits next to an empty seat and thinks. The lady two seats away from him is looking lost without her usual listener - she gossips in his direction and he humors her, a quiet nod of his head every few minutes.
It rains those three days.
(Daniel is in another state, attending the funeral of a friend he hasn’t seen in years. He’s smiling or crying - he’s not sure anymore - and he’s dead-tired; one time he wakes up to find himself on the subway, and then he wakes up again. Reality settles in like a too-warm blanket.)
The fourth day he’s there, getting on at the last minute. He’s harried and rushed, coat pulled on quick and he hurries to sit down next to Jong Wan. Off schedule? Jong Wan thinks. He smiles in his direction and turns to the lady next to him.
Everyday, they sit side by side so close their hands are almost touching.
It feels right.
(It’s nearly four months later when Daniel gets off at the wrong stop and doesn’t make up an excuse, just introduces himself as they stand in the middle of a crowd and it’s not awkward, really, because they’re already met. It’s not odd, either, when Jong Wan asks him where he lives and he names a street too far away to walk from here, so they walk to Jong Wan’s house together. Talk.
It’s where they’d start - if they hadn’t all ready begun.)