#🚆 anon you fucking did it again

[pjsk-headcanons]

adding onto the all together now; one more time! au:

roselia likes l/n a lot and used a few of their covers as inspiration

hhw (or at least kaori) enjoys wandasho specifically because theater kids who do music is not only their schtick, but a good schtick

akito would kill to meet several characters from enstars, wont name names but you all know

mizuki stans popipa hard, shes dying to go to a show sometime but has no one to go with and w all the shit going on they dont have time right now (but rui and an would be happy to go with them when they do)

minoshihokoha all love happy around so much and listen to their music together a lot

(i honestly only played enstars for an hour or two before getting bored and i didnt read any of the d4dj stories but who cares)

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[sugalaritae]

🚆 📓 💖 !!

thank you so much anon!!!

pairing: yoongi x reader (no gendered pronouns used) genre: fluff, strangers on a train (because i love this!) word count: 1147 (this got away from me) rating: PG location: train object: notebook drabble key

The countryside shot past your window. Your head spun a little as you watched the outside move in the wrong direction. You sighed and rested your head against the palm, your arm pressed into the cold table of the train. If you couldn't get a seat facing the right way at least you found a window seat.

That was the problem with the commuter trains. If you left work at precisely the right time then you could catch the train that was empty as it reached your station, but you hadn't been able to do that today.

No, today your manager had pulled you aside and decided to ask you all about the new employee and what you thought of them. On any other day you wouldn't have minded giving your opinion, but the day had been long and busy and all you wanted was to get home and crawl into bed with forget that you even have a job for two entire days.

Catching this train meant you would also miss seeing him. Your stranger, as you like to call him. The first time you saw him he had short mint green hair, ripped jeans, and a printed button-up shirt that seemed to be missing far more than the top two buttons. The second time he had walked onto the train in joggers and a black hoodie and sat across the aisle and two rows in front of you and you spent the ride glancing up at him as he sat there, eyes closed, and headphones on. It was after the second time that you noticed him more, always standing in the same spot on the platform, always getting on the same car as you. Your friends liked to joke that it was destiny, but you weren't sure if you believed in that.

You closed your eyes as the muffled and cracked voice over announced the next station - his station - and you found yourself hoping that he had missed his usual train.

The train began to slow but you didn't know if you could open your eyes to see if he was waiting on the platform.

You heard the breaks screech and people move around as they gathered all their belongings. Your seat mate and a few other people making more noise than you would have preferred, and you thought about getting your headphones out so that you could just drown everything out but that would mean opening your eyes and until the train had left this station you weren't going to do that.

So, you kept your eyes closed and new people got on taking the seats that the others had emptied, you realized at that moment that you should have opened your eyes because someone's leg brushed against yours as they took the seat facing the right direction across from you.

Fuck.

You opened your eyes and straightened, blinking a few times as you reaccustomed yourself to the day's light. The platform began to move away as the train started again and you moved to look at the new person sitting across from you.

Him.

He looked so relaxed in his plain black shirt, silver chains hanging around his neck, and you watched his hair as it hung down in his face as he searched through his leather bag that was resting on his lap before he finally pulled out a black leather notebook (one of the expensive ones that you always looked at but never bought) and set it down on the table between the two of you.

You watched as he moved the bag on the ground, shifting in his seat as he did so, quickly apologizing to the older woman sitting beside him and then with both hands pushed his hear back and looked right at you.

You hadn't realized you were staring until he smiled at you, and you immediately dropped your gaze to the table before slowly you looked back up at him.

He was still smiling at you.

"Do you want to switch seats?" He asked, his voice low, catching you off guard.

"What?"

His smile grew and he released a little breath. "You're sitting the wrong way."

Slowly, you nodded.

"I couldn't put you out though," you said as you looked at the people sitting beside each of you.

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind," he turned to the woman beside him, "would you mind if the two of us just switch seats, they get sick if they're facing the wrong way." He gave a happy smile to the two people sitting as they nodded and got up.

A few minutes later you were facing the right way and he was looking at you with a happy and shy smile that reached his eyes in the most wonderful way. He gave you a little nod and then as if everything had been taken care of now that you were sitting the right way, he dug his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out his headphones and pushed them into his ears. You watched as his fingers dashed across his phone's screen and then the soft sound of a heavy bass could be heard.

You were disappointed. You hoped that this would have been a way to start some sort of conversation but perhaps you were only destined to be strangers.

You pulled out your own headphones and turned on your own music and turned to watch the countryside again. This time the proper way in a way that didn't make your head spin.

One song later you felt a bump on your hand, and you looked up, he was looking at you and nodded to the notebook that was now pushed in front of you, his pen resting on it.

I hate talking on trains even with people I know.

A messy smile was drawn beside the words, and you looked up at him. He nodded.

You smiled as you picked up the pen and wrote.

Me too. Though, sometimes I don't mind listening to people's conversations.

You slid the pen and notebook back across the table and watched as he read it. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you watched him bend over a little and write something before pushing the notebook back across to you.

Normally I just listen to music. You knew this.

Text me the best conversation you've heard on the train.

You smiled as you read his number and then,

my name is Min Yoongi btw.

You typed his number into your phone, closed the notebook, and passed it back to him.

You [17:45]: Y/N

Yoongi [17:45]: Nice to meet you. I am very happy I missed my train.

You [17:45]: Me too.

You looked up from your phone as he did and you took a deep breath as he gave you a smirk and began typing.