**Friday, 8 PM at the Bus Stop**
The evening was settling in as you sat on the cold bench, your headphones filling your ears with the familiar comfort of your favorite songs. You glanced at your phone, checking the time—waiting, always waiting for that late bus.
Just then, something caught your eye. A man, staggering a few meters away, stood frozen at the crossing. His unsteady movements and the way he mumbled under his breath made it clear—he'd had far too much to drink.
*He's definitely had one too many,* you thought, eyeing him warily.
Your attention shifted as the bus rounded the corner, a small wave of relief washing over you.
*Finally.*
You stood up, ready to board, but something was wrong. A prickling unease crawled up your spine. You glanced back at the man. Without warning, he stumbled toward the road.
*Oh no.*
Your feet moved before your brain could catch up. In a rush of adrenaline, you darted towards him, grabbing his arm just in time.
"IT'S RED! Be more careful!" you shouted, your voice sharper than you'd intended. For a brief second, his glazed eyes met yours, utterly confused.
You quickly let go, your heart still racing as you dashed towards the bus, waving for it to wait. The driver, thankfully, held the door open for a moment longer.
Behind you, the man—dressed in a suit that seemed out of place for his current state—stood there, still as a statue. The light turned green, but he didn't move, lost in some distant haze. As the bus rumbled away, you found yourself staring out the window, replaying the strange encounter over and over in your mind. Something about it just didn't sit right, lingering with you all the way back to your flat....
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ACATALEPSY I BTS AU
FanfictionThis is the tale of eight young adults whose fates intertwine unexpectedly through some surprising connections, friendships or sometimes quite unusual circumstances. Some characters may question their identity as well as their actual intentions and...
