𖠵 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 !
# 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘 goes to one of best universities in his town. He is known as straight christian boy that visits church every Sunday.
But who would imagine that Jake goes to church just to see young boy named 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢�...
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Jake stood under the bus shelter, feeling the weight of exhaustion from his day helping Jungwon. The night air was crisp, carrying a hint of the recent rain. Streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow over the wet pavement, and the soft patter of raindrops falling from rooftops added a rhythmic backdrop to the urban noise.
The bus stop was quieter now, with only a few people around. Parents hurried their children home, and the occasional car honked as it passed by. The neon signs of nearby shops and cafes lit up the street, their reflections shimmering in puddles. Jake pulled his coat tighter around him, shivering slightly as a cold breeze swept through.
He glanced around, noticing the few remaining pedestrians rushing by, their footsteps echoing in the stillness. A mother called softly to her child, urging them to hurry, while a couple walked arm in arm, sharing an umbrella. The distant hum of traffic provided a constant, soothing background noise.
Jake checked his phone, noting the time and wondering when the next bus would arrive. His breath formed small clouds in the cold air as he exhaled, and he rubbed his hands together for warmth. The day's events replayed in his mind, and he felt a strange mix of fatigue and satisfaction from helping Jungwon.
The night seemed to wrap around him like a blanket, offering a moment of solitude amidst the city's noise. He watched as a few more people trickled by, each lost in their own world. The familiar chaos of the city, even at this late hour, provided a comforting backdrop to his thoughts.
As he waited for the bus, Jake felt the weariness seep into his bones. Yet, there was a certain calmness in the night, a quiet reminder that despite everything, life continued to move forward. The ordinary moments, like waiting for a bus in the cool night air, offered a brief respite from the day's demands.
Jake waited at the bus stop for what felt like an eternity. The traffic seemed endless, with cars honking and people rushing to get home. The constant hum of engines and the occasional splash of puddles from passing vehicles added to his growing impatience. Finally, tired of waiting and feeling the chill seep deeper into his bones, he decided to walk home.
Pulling up the hood of his hoodie, he started to walk, the fabric barely keeping the cold drizzle off his face. The streets were slick and glistening under the streetlights, the rain forming small rivulets that ran along the edges of the pavement. His sneakers splashed through puddles, soaking the bottoms of his jeans.
The city at night had a different vibe, quieter but still alive with the distant sounds of nightlife and the occasional murmur of conversations from people huddled under awnings or rushing to their destinations. The cool night air nipped at his face, and he shoved his hands into his pockets for warmth.
