Pinwheel

9. Back home

The lights that came into view we're definitely saying Seoul. The rushing of cars, the chaotic streets. Everyone had a busy life, the bustle could tell. Jeonghan tapped the brunette's arm lightly. He needed to wake him up. They were almost there. But Jeonghan didn't want to get back there. He didn't want to go back to his usual life. He didn't want to let go of the brunette. These thoughts were scary. How one moment changed his thoughts, tampered with his feelings.

Joshua scrunched his nose, taking his head off the other's shoulder, arms stretching in the conjusted area. He relaxed back into his seat and looked over at the mafia with furrowed brows.

"Why are you here?"

Jeonghan shrugged. "I was feeling lonely." He said that so casually as if they were friends.

Joshua rolled his eyes. Looking out at the streets. He sighs as he realises they're getting closer to their destination. He closes his eyes for a second and then opens them back to look out but was stopped by the reflection in the glass. Jeonghan was looking at him, their eyes met through the glass. None of them dared to look away. They were cowards. Looking in each other's eyes was something they couldn't do, the glass let them do it without having to be directly looking into it. Into the deep abyss that they cannot afford getting lost in. They can't neglect their consciousness, losing control wasn't an option.

The bus came to a halt and they finally looked away and outside at the small bus stand that stood there. They were home. Back to their lives.

Joshua heard the mafia sigh and get up, so did he. They walked out of the bus and watched as the vehicle went off to its next destination. Jeonghan had his hands in his pockets, eyes staring at his shoes and Joshua was hugging himself, the night was getting colder, his eyes darting everywhere.

Neither of them knew what to say. Were they supposed to say goodbye? Bid a farewell? Wish for the other's well being? They weren't friends. Far from it.

"So, officer Jisoo, whats the plan now? Headed home?" Jeonghan asked his eyes refusing to leave his shoes.

"No, I'll drop by the office. I need to let my colleagues know that I'm back and safe." Joshua says removing his hands from his arms and turns to look at the mafia. Jeonghan does too.

"Well then, try to lay low and not get caught by me, then we wouldn't have a reason to meet again Mr. Mafia." Joshua says with a chuckle. Did he mean it?

Will we meet again?

"Yes, officer. I will keep that in mind." Jeonghan smiles a little, looks over at the brunette. An odd feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

"Till then, Mr. Mafia." Joshua smiles, raises his hand and waves a little, his feet voluntarily moved back as he walked, eyes not leaving the mafia's till he turned around, dropping his hand and walking his way to get a cab. Jeonghan turned around too, walking somewhere. He doesn't know where.

Jeonghan felt his chest tighten and he walked with a heavy heart. His throat was going dry and his hands were clammy. He rubbed his hands against his pants refusing to let his mind wander with the thoughts of a certain brunette.

Till then, Mr. Mafia.

Was that a silent promise to meet again?

Neither of them knew and they didn't bother wondering. Maybe it was, maybe not. They'll let time take over for now.

But wasn't this what they wanted? To get away from each other so they can get rid of the tiny infatuation hey had developed.