Normally, taking the bus isn't interesting. You get on, you ride, you get off.
This particular bus ride isn't the same.
For one, it's unusually packed, and there are only a few empty seats left open, one of which is, of course, next to you.
Sometimes you wonder why you don't take the tube.
So, on this particular ride, you try to mind your own business, headphones in at full blast, on your phone. With a facemask on because there are about six people coughing their lungs out and you'd rather not get the flu.
The bus pulls over and one person gets off as another four people get on. Ah, wonderful.
As the seats get taken up, the last guy shuffles his way to where the empty seat next to you is, and looks to you in question.
You nod and as he sits down, you double take because hold on a second, he really looks like-
Oh, fuck.
Min Yoongi just sat right the fuck next to you.
Even behind a facemask and under a hat, you can sort of tell it's him by his eyes, and his hands, and sort of...everything. He's an idol, for Christ's sake.
Your first thought is fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Your second is wait, what's he taking the bus for? Doesn't he drive himself or have drivers or something?
Your third and final is oh, God, I'm listening to his mixtape and he can probably hear it through my headphones.
Quickly, you click the volume down and don't dare to turn on the screen because 1. His mixtape is playing and 2. His face is your background.
If he just so happens to glance over, life as you know it is over.
You eye him out of the corner of your eye and he's just minding his own business, tapping his finger on his jeans.
Don't fuck this up, don't let him know, don't do anyth-
Oh, no.
Oh, fuck, no.
Your phone starts ringing and the ringer is turned up all the way.
Big guess what your ringtone is.
Agust D. The quick rap part, and it's loud.
You can just feel him staring at you and you answer the call, your mom's number on the screen.
"M-Mom, can I call you back?" you ask, and hang up without waiting for a response.
Your cheeks are hot and he's still staring at you and you just close your eyes and wait to wake up from this nightmare. This can't be real.
"I hear that taking the bus lowers your anxiety," a voice says, and you think it might be your subconscious trying to make you feel better, but when you look, Yoongi's pulled his mask down to his chin and he's looking at you expectantly.
"W-What?" you stutter, and he grins and you think you might've just been killed on the spot.
"I'm kidding, I made that up," he continues, and you squeak (squeak) and blink. "Min Yoongi, but I think you knew that."
He's holding out his hand and it takes a minute for you to register that he wants you to shake it.
"(YN)," you breathe as you shake it, and he nods, letting go. "I-I love you- your music." Don't say you love him, oh, my God.
