Bus Stop ↝ Vmin

7

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He's not here.

Again.

I look around me, but there's no sight of him from any direction. My suspicions are that he's at the other bus stop, further down from mine, however, I'm not about to walk all the way there. I try to believe that he's there, but that only makes me anxious to see him.

Seeing him makes me happier. You can tell that he has the vibe of making anyone's day just by smiling. My thoughts become filled with his image and soft smile, making me begin to bounce on my feet from excitement.

I lean against the post, in the direction where I can see when the bus comes, and it is only a stop away. However, as the bus starts heading towards me, I notice someone is running a few feet away from the bus.

I immediately distinguish the person as Pink Hair. He dresses in what appears to be a dark blue or black suit. I notice his dress shoes prevent him from running fast enough to catch the bus.

As the bus approaches me, I can't help but watch Pink Hair struggle to catch up with us. He still has a few more feet to go.

"Are you getting on?" the bus driver asks, politely.

I look up at her and realize her youthful figure. Maybe she'll have the patience to wait for him. There's no problem in trying to ask, I think.

"Uh, excuse me, but there is a male trying to catch the bus, maybe, we can, uh, wait for him?" I ask, nervously.

She nods, smiling. "Okay, only because you're a kind young man. Plus, not many people are on the bus right now."

I bow slightly, thanking her, then pay for the bus fair, and take a seat. She is right about not many people riding on the bus today, so I choose a spot in the front. In a matter of one minute, Pink Hair guy comes running up to the bus, breathless.

"Thank you," he keeps repeating to the lady, as he pays. It's the first time I hear his voice, and I can't stop my heart from beating after hearing it. It's so subtle, soft, like music to my ears.

"Don't thank me. You should thank the nice young man sitting in the front," she says, meaning me.

He suddenly turns to me, smiling, still breathless. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

I nod, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. "You're welcome."

He actually acknowledged me.

He sits down in the seats that are in the row next to me, and he lets out a loud sigh, probably thankful to finally be resting.

I can't help but look at him and notice his flushed cheeks. He turns to me, catching me staring, but for some reason, I don't turn away.

"What's your name?" he asks.

I gulp down my shyness, as I try to find my voice. "K-Kim Ta-Taehyung," I say, obviously failing to hide my nerves. "Yours?"

He smiles. "Park Jimin. It's nice to meet you."

Park Jimin.

His name is perfect.

I like it.

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What even is this ending for this chapter?

I write trash chapters :')

Anyway, this is the first encounter, but not the last.