Sweet tooth-rotting fluff 🚎
"Do you believe we would have met even if it hadn't been raining that day?"
"𝘙𝘪𝘬𝘪, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."
"Sometimes I think about the first time we met and wish I had just walked away if I known I would hurt you this...
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The week flew by faster than Sunoo anticipated, his days filled with classes, late-night sketching sessions, and the occasional text exchange with Seol-ya. By Friday afternoon, he found himself practically skipping out of his last class, eager for the weekend. The crisp autumn air felt refreshing as he made his way to the bus stop, his bag slung over one shoulder and a little bounce in his step.
As he approached, he spotted a familiar figure already standing there—Riki, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jacket, his AirPods in.
"Riki!" Sunoo chirped, waving as he hurried up to him.
Riki pulled out an AirPod, his expression softening when he saw Sunoo. "Hey."
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off working on music or teaching dance classes?" Sunoo teased, rocking back on his heels.
"I could say the same about you," Riki replied, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Shouldn't you be buried under a mountain of fabric or something?"
Sunoo laughed, his nose scrunching. "No fabric today. Just pencils, paper, and my imagination." He paused, tilting his head. "Wait, why are you taking the bus again? Isn't your car supposed to be out of the shop by now?"
Riki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It was supposed to be ready yesterday, but there's some delay with the parts. So here I am, a humble bus rider again."
Sunoo gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "The horror! Riki, the mighty car owner, reduced to common public transportation!"
Riki rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. "You're ridiculous."
"And you're predictable," Sunoo shot back, sticking out his tongue.
The bus pulled up then, and they both climbed on, settling into seats near the back. Sunoo immediately started chatting, his voice bright and animated as he recounted his day and a particularly funny moment from his Design Fundamentals class.
"Wait," Sunoo interrupted himself suddenly, turning to Riki. "Did you ever finish that track you were working on? The one you mentioned last week?"
Riki shook his head, leaning back in his seat. "Not yet. I'm stuck on the bridge. Nothing feels right."
"Hmm," Sunoo mused, tapping his chin. "Maybe you're overthinking it. You could show me, and I'll tell you what I think!"
Riki raised an eyebrow, amused. "What do you know about music production?"
"Absolutely nothing," Sunoo said with a giggle. "But I'm good at noticing what feels right! You know, like when I sketch something and realize it needs just one more touch to bring it together."
Riki huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "I'll keep that in mind."
The bus jolted to a stop, and they both braced themselves as new passengers climbed on. Sunoo glanced out the window, the golden glow of the setting sun washing over his face. His features softened in the light, and Riki found himself staring for a moment too long, something warm curling in his chest.
"Hey," Riki said suddenly, pulling Sunoo out of his thoughts. "Let me see your phone."
Sunoo blinked at him, confused. "Why?"
"Just give it to me," Riki said, holding out his hand. His tone was calm, but there was a slight challenge in his eyes.
With a dramatic sigh, Sunoo fished his phone out of his bag and handed it over. "If you mess up my widgets, I'm going to be very upset."
Riki ignored him, quickly typing in his name, adding a cheeky "💜" at the end before handing the phone back.
When Sunoo looked at the contact name, he laughed, shaking his head. "Seriously? 'Riki 💜'? What are you, twelve?"
Riki shrugged, his expression neutral. "What? I figured it fits."
Sunoo shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips despite himself. "You're unbelievable."
"Maybe," Riki said, his voice quieter now. "But now you can text me first for a change."
The sincerity in his tone caught Sunoo off guard, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. Then, his usual cheer broke through. "Fine, but don't get mad if I spam you with pictures of my cat."
Riki smirked. "I'll take my chances."
A moment later, Riki's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and grinned when he saw the text from an unfamiliar number:
+82 010-1209-1437
Fashion boy here 😚 Don't get used to me saving you from boring bus rides. 🙂↕️🙂
Riki saved the number, adding a little "🌻" to the contact name. When he looked up, his eyes met Sunoo's, and something unspoken passed between them.
"Oh, I'm already used to it," Riki said, smirking.
Sunoo laughed, hopping off the bus when it pulled up to his stop. He turned back to wave. "See you around, Riki!"
Riki watched him disappear down the street, his smirk fading into a soft smile. As the bus pulled away, he leaned his head against the window, his thoughts lingering on the boy with the golden-hour smile.
