Lying to Survive

Chapter 8

Twenty Seconds

After an hour or so, the bodyguard driving got a call from my uncle saying you could use the regular roads now. So you did, and it seemed like you never got off. That was when you fell asleep.

It must've been about an hour later when your aunt woke you up to tell you you were at the bus station. Your stomach dropped. She told you over and over again where to find your bus and which number it was. After the fiftieth time she asked:
"Are you ready?"
No. Obviously not.
"Yes."
"And do I need to worry about you?"
Yes, you should. You should always worry about me. I have no idea what I'm doing.
"No."
She gave you a small smile and said goodbye. You turned around and walked into a new part of your life. More specifically, the bus station.

You found your bus by some miracle and got on it before it left. You instantly scanned everyone on the bus as a force of habit to make sure you were safe. Besides the weirdos, there were teenagers with their headphones in. Nothing to worry about.

You took a window seat and settled in. When you checked your phone, it had said it was an hour before you actually got into town. You closed your eyes to try and sleep for at least a little bit. You heard the bus doors open and close. The bus slowly started moving.

Then you felt someone take a seat next to you.

You were wide awake. Your heart started pounding and your brain immediately went to "This person is going to kill me".

You opened your eyes and looked at the guy next to you. You couldn't see much because you didn't turn your head, but you could tell that the blob on top of his head that must've been his hair was brown. You decided to stop pretending you were asleep so you could get a better look at him. You checked to make sure he wasn't looking your way in your peripheral
vision before you slightly turned to him. He had dark brown hair, like you guessed, and was probably a couple years older than you. He had on a black leather jacket over a plain black t-shirt and jeans. You could see tattoo ink poking out through his sleeves and collar. A box of cigarettes poked out of his pocket.

Apparently, your staring must not have been so discreet because he turned to you and smiled. It was a bright smile. One that almost hurt to look at but you didn't want to look away. His eyes lit up. It's like his smile didn't match the rest of him. It surprised you. That smile was what made you make a mistake. It caught you off guard, and you were to never let your guard down.

"Hi." He said. "Was this seat taken? I would've asked you, but you were asleep."

One, two, three, four.

"Hi. And uh, n-no." You stuttered out.

Five, six, seven, eight.

You were confused. A stranger, that looked like that, was being incredibly nice to you. His smile looked out of place with the rest of him. He was the epitome of the type of person your father warned would be out to get you.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.

But he wasn't doing anything but being nice to you.

Fourteen, fifteen.

"My name's Hoseok." He said offering his hand out for you to shake.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.

You grabbed his hand.

Nineteen.

"I'm Y/N."

Twenty seconds.

That's all it took. Twenty seconds and you let your guard down after being taught to have it up at all times for eighteen years.

And it was all because of some smile.
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[A/N]

Hello it's me I'm not dead! It's just that school kind of hates me but anyways here you go.