↣ ᴅʀɪғᴛ
the mismatched staggers between the harsh rocking of the train and the bodies she collided with ended in frustration and solemnly grumbled apologies through thick gasps for oxygen.
almond locks bounced as her head shifted from left to right. a reminder that public transportation was the worst enemy of those with no withstanding balance and a fear of confined spaces.
it was rare for the commute to be so stressful in a city like Busan, where it’s spoiled passengers would wait no more than four minutes for the next train.
yet the station had ran into multiple malfunctions, talk of construction and delays had rung through speakers, notifying the impatient passengers of the troubles, forcing the crowd to squish themselves into the maximum capacity of every car once the subway’s doors opened.
the mixture of annoyance and despair tickled at her every sense as shoving turned into hisses of misfortune and muttered curses, through the scrapes of cloth and skin, she found herself panting, trapped and jittery between a group of high schoolers and neatly stacked business men.
she’s searching for the composure, that seems to drift her in and out of consciousness, though hides within shadows.
the aroma caresses her nostrils time and time again, waters her orbs with a sense of wonder that drags her from the pit. amidst the stench of all the norms, rested a natural. and by the scent of it, he was much like her. she sniffles between sweat, hangovers, and cheap cologne surrounding them.
flowers, r o s e s, daisies, lilies, canine she counted the whiffs, inhaling deeply in search for the other w e r e w o l f residing within this overpacked c a g e.
twirling in a mid circle as bags were shoved over her frame. the scent soothed her in a time of sensitivity, relaxed her in the middle of a breakdown. she needed to thank a stranger, and in between the motions it might’ve been impractical.
the doors part, arriving at a station whose name she didn’t catch. she’s elbowed, nudged from the spot, knocked barely feet to the smell and all she can manage is a hummed, fairly unplanned;
“thank you”
lids shut, when she’s but steps away. unsure if he can hear her through the quivers she continued to pave.
@mxyoongi
