BTS Imagines (member X reader)

Hoseok

You sat down on the bench at the bus stop, late for your usual bus but very early for the next, and last, bus of the night. You had so much work to catch up on. If you hadn't been so nervous about missing the last bus, you would've stayed there longer to lighten tomorrow's load.

It was very dark out, and the cold metal beneath you made you feel uncomfortable to be sitting alone at a bus stop in the middle of the night. Little sounds all around you in the night- crickets, leaves crunching under distant people's feet, cars on roads a few blocks away- were all making you more and more jumpy by the minute.

You checked your watch, twenty minutes to go before the bus would come. Damn. You wished that you had brought some wok with you to do while you waited for the bus. Although, you hadn't expected to have to wait this long. Usually you were barely on time for your usual ride, never mind early. But then again, this wasn't your usual ride- you never took the bus this late at night.

You noticed from the corner of your eye that somebody was approaching you. No, they were approaching the bus stop. Not you. Nevertheless, you scooted over to the far side of the bench so that there was a substantial amount of room for the other person to sit without being too close to you.

They got to the bench and sat down at the opposite end. You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over the right side of your face, creating a barrier between you and the person.

Turning your head every so slightly, you peeked through your dark hair to find that the person sitting three feet away from you was a man. He was probably in his mid-twenties, same as you, and he had orange hair with a slight wave to it, definitely not his natural color. You could see the curves of built biceps and triceps through the slim fitting sleeves of his white shirt, and muscular thighs through acid-wash ripped jeans. He had a soft chin and a nose turned slightly upward, but not so much as to look snotty.

As he began to turn his orange head toward you, you snapped your head back straight so you were looking at the ground and your hair formed a wall between you again.

You heard him inhale through his slightly upturned nose and chuckle. At this, you looked at him, only now taking in his whole face at once, the way his forehead, mostly concealed by the wavy orange locks, led flawlessly into his eyebrows and his nose, and how his almond shaped eyes were a soft brown that matched what must be his natural hair color. Beneath his nose, a set of two perfectly pointed lips were set slightly apart in half a grin, showing only the slightest bit of white tooth beyond.

You paused for a second, momentarily taken aback by his stunning features. When you regained your ability to speak you asked him, "What's so funny?" wondering why he had chuckled when he looked up at you.

His smile widened a bit, "Well," said a voice like sweet honey, "you were looking at me, and I found it amusing." His eyes became a little scrunched up at the corners when he smiled.

"I... I was not looking... at you," you stammered, partly because you were bad at lying, but also because he really was stunning. Damn. You had been worried about creeps at the bus stop, and now you were being one.

"Yes, you were. I saw you." His tone of voice was almost playful. It made you uncomfortable. Had he really seen you looking at him? How could you have been so stupidly obvious? Well, you wouldn't have been staring if he hadn't been so stupidly beautiful.

"I apologize," you whispered, suddenly extremely embarrassed at your rude behavior. Why had you done that? Oh, God. This next fifteen minutes were not going to be pleasant, how could they be after you got caught staring at the gorgeous stranger?

"It's okay. I'm Hoseok, what's your name?" he asked with a new smile already making its way onto his shapely lips.

Was the beautiful stranger whose name you nowknew to be Hoseok really asking for your name? Did thismean that he was interested in you?