Lu Han sees him amongst the anonymous crowd on the opposite platform. It’s sudden, how everything’s drowned out —the conversations around him, the shuffling of footsteps on the concrete floor, the mother with her child a metre away— as if someone had turned down the volume in his head. His legs shake as he continues to stare, eyes wide. No. It’s odd, for someone to look so alive when they’re meant to be dead. There’s a ghost of a smile on the other’s lips and a howling sound in his ears. “Come here,” Jongin mouths, so Lu Han goes.
He fails to see the approaching train.
(Source: humanised, via eteru)