Stop This × [CheolSoo]

Stop Seventy-Seven on Seventh Street

The next day, Josh saw The Stranger with another person.

Jihoon wasn't with him and Joshua cursed whoever got his friend sick. Joshua felt whatever hope he had shatter, the shards digging into his lungs until he couldn't breathe without wincing. It was then that Joshua realized how attached and attracted he was to him, a stranger. How much he had fallen for someone who's name he didn't even know.

Joshua thought it was pretty pathetic and if Jihoon was with him, he was sure he'd get scolded and smacked for being an idiot.

Joshua watched as the stranger and his friend joked around, a smile lighting up both their faces. Joshua wanted to cry.

They looked so beautiful together.

His hands itched, fingers twitching. He grasped the camera handing off his neck, a sad smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Due to heavy traffic on our usual route, we will have to start off with stop seventy-seven on Seventh Street. Sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for understanding.

Joshua breathed in deeply, looking out the window to see the buildings and people rush by.

The stranger's friend was leaning his head on the wide eyed man's shoulder, long hair framing his face in a way that suited him very well and eyelashes brushing his high cheekbones and oh.

Oh, how Joshua longed to do that. He wanted to feel the man's body heat and skin against his, he wanted to hook his chin on his shoulder and close his eyes to feel happiness flood though him.

But, alas, the beautiful man had someone equally as beautiful to do that already.

Joshua brought his camera up to his eye, focusing on the couple. The long haired male opened his eyes and looked straight at the camera as Josh's camera went click.

The new stranger smiled, eyes crinkling as he nudged the doe eyed man resting besides him. Joshua couldn't hear them, but something the brown haired man said made the object of Joshua's affections look in his direction.

The Stranger smiled, making Joshua's chest feel heavier.

Click.

Stop seventy-seven on Seventh Street, please board of carefully.

Joshua took one last picture, the black haired man rising in his seat with an odd expression on his face as the long haired male behind him smiled again.

Joshua gulped, stepping away from the approaching male. For every step the stranger took forward, Joshua took one backwards.

Joshua looked at the man one last time before he turned around and boarded off at his stop.