underground railroad

@☠ Nam Taehyun Mark turned off the music and stared out of the window. Resting against the back cushion. The window was very oddly tinted the world looked grey, absent of color. It was weird and calming at the same time. Less to think about when everything was black and white. Mark took in all the sights, but soon it got boring. He groaned quietly and rested his hands on his knees. Looking around and wondering how much longer until he could make his way back to his room and go to sleep. He met eyes with the man beside him blinking slowly.

'So colorful.'

Mark heard him say and tilted his head puzzled as to wear all of this color was. Until he realized the man was staring at him. And he was right Mark realized the entire place was grey scale aside from him. His colorful hoodie and sneakers and even his ashy blond hair. Even his book bag and phone case were colorful. Mark smiled. Unsure of what to say. 'So colorless.' Didn't have quite the same positive connotation to Mark. "Yeah." He said finally.

@☀ Mark Tuan At some point, Taehyun was just staring at the man next to him, dazed and almost challenged by the man who didn't even seem to notice him. Maybe that over world was just gliding against his own for a short period of time, a black hole in the void, a anomaly which would disappear. Taehyun's reality was his own and the other world, the world of /colours/ was fiction to him so timidly, he cleared his throat and got no answer though as a matter of fact, his neighbor had his ears plugged. He then faintly shook his hand before the other, the excitation getting to him. He just noticed a few details, vivacious colours the flickering lights revealed as if he was in a nightclub, playing hide and seek with reality.
This was like a dream and maybe would it never happen again, Taehyun was sure of it.

He leant in in a creepy way since there was no one to witness his weird act and raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the stranger's hair. They felt real, but to him they weren't. He did not care for once, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his doubtful heart. As weird as this breach in dimension felt, he wanted it to last a little more and he wished for this stranger to acknowledge him as much as he feared he would be. He looked at his fingertips, looking for traces of the color from the other's hair on his skin and he didn't see anything but his own pale skin.
"It's so colorful."
He had muttered the words, his eyes adjusting to those many shades of colours he was granted to see, so different and yet so nameless and meaningless to him; still nothing looked like the other's lips. He wasn't the type to be silly but if he wouldn't encounter that stranger from a vision, his imagination could go wild, and it did already.

@☠ Nam Taehyun Mark was tired, he had a long day of classes and tiring conversations with his overly energetic friend who was more like a first grader than college freshman. He just wanted to listen to acoustic songs on his ride home before falling face first into his bed. But it seemed the day had other plans. Mark was snuggling into his pillow one moment and the next he was hearing the train announcers voice telling him he had reached the end of line, Mark had fallen asleep on the train. Mark swore under his breath nothing looked familiar. But he knew he had passed his stopped and needed to go back the opposite direction. Mark ran to the first train on the other side of the landing not bothering to look at where it was headed. It was going the right direction and that was enough.

The car was dark and the lighting seemed to flicker. Mark settled down next to an oddly pale man. But he didn't think much of it. Mark himself was often joked to be 'colorless' so he didn't really mind not being the most ghostly for once. He didn't say anything and just put his headphones back in this time listening to some uptempo girl group song to keep him awake. But the music didn't seem to work it sounded static almost like a radio in between stations. Mark shrugged and settled for looking out the window.

@☀ Mark Tuan The lights flicked and for a few seconds and Taehyun smiled, thinking of a few scary movies scenario. That was a nice parade from feeling scared himself. He lowered his head again and doing so, a shiver ran down his spine at the knowledge of a presence nearby. He was an officer, and although he was off duty and carried no weapons, Taehyun was trained to defend himself if something went sideways. Only here, he didn't feel in insecurity: he was uncomfortable: either did he miss the stranger arriving and sitting right next to him or the other had miraculously appeared. Both options didn't enchant the officer at all. Yet his train wouldn't arrive so soon and the other was surprisingly close despite the fact that it was just them on the platform; them and rails hissing in the distance.
He turned to take a short look at the stranger then back at himself to adjust and he could tell the other 's skin wasn't the same white as his. The thought creeped in his head, reminding him of that other world people often encountered down in the trainstation. Fantasy to him so far; but as much as he wanted to keep it that way, his eyes kept on glancing aside, catching glimpses of the stranger for a reason he couldn't expain.