I think the saddest thing about this ship is that it is extremely unpopular. Oh well; I ship it.
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As Hoseok sauntered along the lonely, wet sidewalk, he hummed a tune - one he thought he'd never catch in his head. It was a soft melody, but he wasn't one for classical music. He thought about the song while he made his way through the abandoned streets, eventually coming to the realization that he was completely drenched from head to toe.
He spotted a hooded bus stop in the distance, and since it was still heavily pouring, he sprinted to it, taking a seat on the damp bench. Peeking at the few people waiting, he noticed they were all much too young. They were all staring at a phone and obviously had no desire to peel away from them.
A single teen without their face glued to a screen was looking upwards, raindrops cascading down his flushed skin and all the way down to his neck. From the upward angle Hoseok was looking at him, he seemed frustrated, maybe annoyed. He wanted to say something, his mouth opening to do so, but the bus' arrival interrupted him. Just about all the people previously around him disappeared.
Once it was just him and the other boy left, Hoseok could finally get a closer look - he could tell that the boys' face and hair were dripping, and he eventually noticed the bright red polo and name tag peeking from under his jacket. He read it, getting another good look at the boys face and letting out an exasperated sigh.
The man looked over, face twisted into a confused expression until his eyes widen. He flickered his gaze toward the almost-empty coffee cup in Hoseok's freezing hands, gasping almost loud enough to put the pouring rain to shame.
