yoongi takes the bus scheduled to leave at eleven thirty in the evening. two layers of clothing grip his limbs and warm his upper body. travel time's set for three hours, the secret name of eternity.
it gets warmer outside seoul. long cold days should gift him with this.
he sits alone, all alone. he figures this will be one of the very few bus rides with an oddly serene atmosphere. save for the driver himself, yoongi's the only passenger in the vehicle.
offering the man his utmost focus, observing as he stirs the wheel, yoongi hopes he's having it better. yoongi hopes he's alright.
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so far away | yoonkook
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