Stigma #3 » k.th ✓

thirty

Lisa and I managed to ride the bus as early as we could, all the way to the nearest station here in Seoul. She handed over her bags to me so I could lift them up above our heads to store them. Seeing as this ticket is going to last for 3 days and this transportation will take about 2 hours and a half for us, we made sure to bring lots of food for it. Our own savings, as well.

"Comfy?" I ask, since we were sitting across each other with only a table separating us.

"A bit sleepy. . ." She was about to doze off, but I offered her my shoulder and went to scoot next to her. Then she laid her head on, squirming a bit to find a suitable position for her.

The police working at this train station went in, walking around, asking to see the passengers’ tickets. He looked so suspicious as to why I was only with Lisa, "Where to, sir?"

"Busan. My sister and I are visiting our hometown." His expression became relaxed all of a sudden as if he just solved the greatest mystery he had in his hands.

"Alright. You two be careful." He raised his cap as a farewell and moved on to the next seats.

Now it's making me worry. What if people assume we're dating or something? And then find out we're siblings? That won't be a pretty picture to be accused of. Siblings can rest their head on one another. That's their problem if they think it's some other kind of skinship. Stil, I went and covered Lisa with the blanket I brought along, just in case it gets cold at night. And figuring our father wouldn't be willing to give us one. Let alone let us stay there. Of course I don't want to, too.

I'm planning on reserving us a room in a hotel nearby, instead. I never trusted the man. Why is she so curious about how he's doing now, anyway? Not like he really cared for us when we were younger. And even did something quite traunatizing to her.

Y’know what? I’m not wasting this precious moment and time overthinking. Let’s sleep for now. Hopefully we get there in time with no stalls whatsoever.

♠️

Lisa woke up a few minutes after I had continuously dozed off. She was munching on the sandwiches I made at the dorm. Picnic food feels more like a fieldtrip and are easier to make at that.

"Should we visit our old school?"

I was half-asleep in answering back to that. "Should we? Not like I had real friends there. . ."

"Jimin—" she stopped mid-sentence and continued to stuff her mouth with every snack she finds in my bag.

"He's not there. And don't you remember what happened to my reputation?"

"You mean, what almost had been ruined." This time, she found my box of pocky sticks even though I was saving that for when we get bored there. Oh, well. "Oppa, I don't think anybody remembers that anymore. It's been 3 years."

All I could reply was an exasperated sigh. I couldn't sleep because of the rucus the wheels of this train was causing. So I tried to look out the window and enjoy the view. Unfortunately, it was making me sick to my stomach seeing the height from up here.

"This could be worse." A storm might've come in. Or an earthquake, all of a sudden. I tried thinking of other ways to distract myself. Thinking how lucky we are at the moment that we won't have to suffer a terrible weather on our way.

Evidently, I noticed that my bag had gotten lighter. It made me turn back to unzip and check my belongings, rolling my eyes frustratedly at Lisa. "Did you really eat everything?"