Bus Stop | ✓

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After I found out about Tzuyu and Jungkook, I decided not to take the school bus anymore because I might see her there. I don't know how to face her after I made a fool of myself in front of her.

So, I just walked to school every day, on my own. No more mornings with Tzuyu. I'm not so sure she waits for the bus either, I heard that Jungkook had a hand-me-down car from his brother and he just fetches Tzuyu in the morning and they ride to school together.

So sweet. Pft.

I went to Jungkook that day too and asked him he never told me he was planning on going out with the girl I never stopped talking about.

I sort of hate him for it a little bit.

He said that he wanted to know if she really is everything I talk about, without asking me first.

"Look, dude, I did not go behind your back. She wasn't yours, never was!"

That's exactly what he said to me and I didn't know how to take it so I just walked out on him.

I went devastated for weeks I couldn't count. I started hanging out the PC shop a lot more than usual. I just wanted to get things off my mind. Good thing Wonwoo and Jun were easy to drag with me into it. We started cutting classes more, just playing computer games.

The talent show didn't go so well either. I messed up and I don't want to talk about that humiliating moment in my life.

I couldn't look Jungkook in the eyes for weeks too. I just can't believe he would do this to me.

I mean I have no rights but I can't believe he didn't have the courtesy to ask me first or just tell me, that's all. Maybe if I heard his whole reason I'd be able to take all of this wholeheartedly but right now I just couldn't.

Today, I didn't know what went in my head I decided to wait for the bus.

To my not-even-a-little-surprise, she wasn't there. I only have a few minutes left for the bus to arrive so she probably was with Jungkook already.

The bus arrived as I expected.

"Good to see you, man. Welcome back aboard," The bus driver greeted me again and I nodded as a response. I must admit, I kinda missed all these familiar faces, and the smell although it's really that pleasant, it brings back memories. Good or bad, they are still memories.

After that day, I started riding the bus again, sitting at our usual seat at the back.

Never once bumping to Tzuyu or Jungkook, I mean of course, given the reason. I don't expect to see them either, anyway nor do I want to.