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“STOP!” Baekhyun screams. “STOP THE TRAIN!” people stare at him pityingly as he runs along the platform as fast as he can.

But the train is too fast; it speeds away before he can leap on. Baekhyun stops running, panting and panicking.

My luggage…

He looks down at himself and sighs. He’s wearing his ducky PJs, the soft ones that make him feel like he’s on his bed no matter where he sleeps. The ones that hug him like a soft down blanket and make him feel better no matter how bad the situation. The ones that make him look like a five-year old.

The clock hanging on the wall says that it is just a little past midnight, and he is on a station named Gaebong. Baekhyun groans, realizing that his ducky PJs don’t have pockets and therefore, his phone is in his bags. Which are on the train. Which he just missed.

Baekhyun stands up straight, looking around.

There’s got to be some way to stop the train.

He walks along the platform, ignoring the lingering glances and suggestive leers thrown his way.

Ah!

He stops in front of a room with a wooden board proclaiming it to be the station master’s room, and relief floods his chest. He pushes the door open and opens his mouth to announce that he has just missed his train.

But the station master; a surprisingly handsome man behind a desk, holds out a hand, signalling for him to wait.

Baekhyun stands at the doorway, and watches the station master write something for two whole minutes before he dots a final full-stop and looks up.

“How can I help you?” the station master asks. Baekhyun glances at the nameplate on his desk.

Kim Joonmyeon.

“Joonmyeon-ssi,” Baekhyun says, sitting down. “I- I missed my train, and all my luggage is-”

“You missed your train?” Joonmyeon echoes. “Well, you should try the next station then.”

“I- what?”

“The next station.” Joonmyeon repeats. “Take a taxi and tell him to drive you as fast as possible to the next station, Oryudong. Catch the train there. Simple.”

“B-but I don’t have any money.” Baekhyun says. “I don’t have my phone, either! Oh, God, I’m so scared…”

“Listen, young man.” Joonmyeon says with all the wisdom of a thousand elders. “You seem to be young. Young people make mistakes. It’s only natural. Let me tell you a time when I was just as young as you, and-”

“YAH!” Baekhyun shouts, annoyed. “Do you think I want to hear about your childhood?! I- god, this is all because of that grumpy guy on the train. I shouldn’t have gotten off the train to save him! How dumb of me! Let him rot in hell, who cares?!”

“Well, if it’s because of him that you missed the train, don’t you think it’s his responsibility to get you back?” Joonmyeon says.

Baekhyun stops. “You’re right!” he exclaims, wide-eyed. “You’re damn right! He’s going to get me to- what was that station- Oryudong! I- I’ll make sure he does!” he stamps a foot with finality and stomps out of the room, leaving Joonmyeon behind to sigh at the stupid children of this generation.

Chanyeol’s feet refuse to move. It is as if they’ve suddenly hardened into lead, and no matter how much his mind screams at him to move, he simply cannot. He settles for a slow, slow, pace, dragging his feet as he walks. He is exhausted; his mind too tired to think and