Focus: No one in particular
Genre: Fluff, Runaways!AU
Word count: 2012
Note: Based on the ‘Hi, Hello’ MV because it’s got me feeling some type of way.
*Gif is not mine
Starting fresh. Starting again.
Everyone’s had the feeling but only few dare to act on it, to throw all their stress and worries away and just run, to enjoy the freedom, to feel the warmth of the sun through the clouds, to fill their lungs with fresh air.
Even fewer manage to stick to their decision of running, most turn back to their lives begrudgingly with only the taste of freedom that lingers on their tongue - only a sweet memory that remains when they’re caged back into the life they so wanted to escape from.
Sungjin was not one who would turn back on such life changing decisions, once he saw his chance he took his old pick up truck and escaped, not once glancing back. It’s not that he had issues with his family or the people in the town, quite the opposite - he just couldn’t help but feel that there was more waiting out there for him to discover, he knew if he stayed in his hometown then he’d end up at a dead end sooner or later. He didn’t want a life that didn’t have anything for him to look back on and be proud of, he wanted to live life the best he could and if that meant up and running then so be it. Once he was on the road it was as if all his troubles and stress left him, the weight melting off his shoulders and making him feel so much lighter. He relished in the feeling and the adrenaline of running away.
This lasted for a hour until he looked into his rear mirror with a content smile to see Dowoon sat in the bed of his truck, smiling at him, along with his previous troubles and his town fading away into the distance- wait, oh God, why is Dowoon in the bed of his truck.
Poor Dowoon had a hell of a time trying to avoid injury when Sungjin slammed his foot down onto the brakes.
Turns out, Dowoon had felt the same way about their humble town and seized his opportunity for getting away by sneaking on board just before Sungjin set off. But, to put it short, the two had a long, long discussion about whether Dowoon should go back or not until Dowoon revealed he packed a bag filled with food and water and promised that he wouldn’t ask to go back if he let him stay, it was then Sungjin relented and let him take a nap in the bed of the truck. He let it go after a while, not seeing a harm in having Dowoon, his long time friend, tag along to this adventure.
It was when Dowoon was napping Sungjin spotted a tall figure carrying a guitar case walking on the side of the road, he hesitated for a moment when he saw the figure stick his thumb out before deciding to stop, not allowing worry to seep into his mind as to who exactly he was letting into his truck. He seemed friendly enough when he climbed into the back, giving him a smile and Dowoon a wave since he had roused him from his nap by almost tossing his guitar on top of the younger boy.
Sungjin and Dowoon learnt his name was Jaehyung - Jae for short, which he preferred - and he had been on the road since he graduated university, eager to see what the world had to offer him and how he could incorporate his music into his way of life. He busked on the streets and hitchhiked to get from city to city, learning to go with the flow and take on whatever life threw at him with a smile and sarcastic humor, never losing his bright outlook on life and always living each day to the fullest. He managed to live comfortably enough by busking alone, he was talented enough to earn enough money to do so - saving any money left over for a rainy day. Although Jae found it easy to talk to people he never stayed in one place long enough to actually make friends. At the end of the day, when he was alone, it didn’t take long for him to feel lonely with only his mind to keep him company. A thought that lingered in his head was that maybe, just maybe he could stick with Sungjin and Dowoon for a while and be a little less lonely.
In all honestly, when the three of them saw Wonpil sat on the side of the road playing with the blades of grass they weren’t exactly sure if they should let him tag along or take him to the nearest police station to see if anyone’s child was lost. Wonpil stared at them questioningly as the truck stopped by him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a look that didn’t take long to spread to his face until he was grinning as bright as the sun when Sungjin exchanged looks with the other two, shrugged and beckoned him to join them. He happily bounded over to the bed of the truck where Jae held his hand out to help him up, taking his hand and climbing into the back to join the other two.
Between him spilling water on himself and the others laughing at him, he told them that he became a runaway to follow of his dream to be a musician and break away from the dream that everyone else put in front of him of being a classical pianist. The others could tell right away that he didn’t suit always playing a piece of music and following it to a T, he much preferred playing freely and enjoying the feeling of creating a piece of music. His personality screamed that he preferred to play with the notes and see what melodies and rhythms he could come up with. They also learnt that Wonpil becoming a runaway was a rushed decision, explaining why he didn’t have anything with him - he decided he had enough right before a recital and just ran, not letting anyone stop him. He didn’t regret his decision at all and it could be seen by how absolutely delighted and weightless he looked, free from all expectations thrust upon him.
The journey became much more lively with each person and they all found themselves growing close quickly, yelling out songs that played on the radio together or actually singing together at pit stops with Jae on his guitar and Dowoon using the truck as a make shift drum set.
It was this singing truck of chaos that slowed down by another figure walking by the road with warm orange hair and holding a guitar case under his arm, who looked at them amused before shaking his head, signalling for them to go. The boys only shrugged and went on their way, yelling to the next song that came on whilst the stranger chuckled under his breath.
Brian thought he’d never see them again but he was proved wrong when after walking a few miles he came upon them again, stopped in the middle of the road. He walked to the front of the truck to see that Sungjin had propped the hood open and had gloves on but was looking inside as if he were just told he needed to perform open heart surgery. With a laugh he leaned his bass against the side of the truck and took Sungjin’s gloves, fixing up the car whilst talking to him about the boys, shock appearing on his features when Sungjin admitted that they had only met over the past few days when Brian had thought they had been a group of long term friends on a road trip.
While working on the car they told Brian their stories and Brian told them his, he had been on the road a while and been with a group in the past and it ended bad, so bad that it made him like travelling alone much more. He had actually ran away with a bunch of his friends but for one reason or another they left or went back to their previous lives when he wanted to stay free so he opted to stay alone. Before that he was buried under piles of work from studying, restricting him from writing songs and he hated that, music was his passion, engraved into his soul and he couldn’t stand being away from it for too long. That’s what actually caused him to snap. Weeks of not being able to get lyrics out of his head, words and notes pressing against his skull that were desperate to be released but were once again repressed by assignments, projects, dissertations, presentations, group projects, exams- he had enough. So he left. Started new, became Young K the musician and lyricist who played live anywhere he could. He’d take his life as a runaway over his student life no matter what.
Once he was done he said bye to each of them, his bass back under his arm as he watched them drive away, feeling a little down about actually parting with the group before thinking to himself ‘fuck it…’ and running after the truck. The boys cheered as they saw him run toward them, Jae managing to catch Brian’s bass when he tossed it at him, laughing and breathless when he got into the passenger beside Sungjin, who gave him a grin. He turned to look at the others through the back window only to see their fists pressed against the glass and with a sense of belonging he hadn’t felt in a long time, he pressed his own fist against the glass.
The sun was beginning to set when they all began to quiet down to actual singing as Sungjin drove along, each of them appreciating their surroundings and their new found friendship. Wonpil and Dowoon were sharing the blanket in the bed of the truck, Jae was sat strumming songs they sang to on his guitar, Brian was up front with his window rolled down and arm hanging out and Sungjin was tapping his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song. Every so often they would stop singing and just talk or chill in silence, finding each other’s company enough so they didn’t have to force themselves to interact.
With silence floating in the air between the five, they began to hear a car radio ahead of them with a silvery, melodic voice singing on top of it. They looked to each other in confusion as the voice got louder when Sungjin continued to drive forward, wondering why someone was stopped in the middle of nowhere alone.
When they got to the source they found you laying on the hood of your car, eyes shut, using your bag as a pillow as you sang into the open air. They stayed silent for a few moments, admiring the way the setting sun warmed up your features and how your voice elegantly and effortlessly followed the song playing from the radio. You seemingly didn’t notice them and carried on in your singing, adding your own harmonies whenever you wanted to, which only served to hypnotize the boys more and feed their growing curiosity toward you.
From where he was sat, Brian could see you had a flat tire and he murmured such to the others, which explained why you were stationary on the road. They looked back to you, only to see your eyes gazing over each of them with lazy intrigue present on your face, remaining there on your expression when you slid off the hood of your car and walked over to them, giving them a smile which they couldn’t help but return.
It only took a syllable from your lips to begin your journey with them.