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raindrops.

my shift's over. finally. i looked up at the clock from below the tables.

2:16 am.

jisoo's gonna kill me.

i wished goodnight to all the animals before locking the back door and heading down to bus stop 9. the rain continued to crash down onto the top of the shelter, deep puddles emerging on the pavement. leaning my head back i stared at the orange 'led' timetable and sighed.

next bus arrives in twenty three minutes.

just great.

i was about to plug in my earphones when i heard a soft groan coming from my left. i didn't really feel like bothering him at that moment, and all in all i had no motivation to talk to anyone that time.

there weren't many cars on the road; made sense anyway, it's almost 2:30 by the looks of it. a mediocre noodle shop was visible from across the street. my sister, taehyung and i went there last weekend. there were five girls running it, each had a distinctive character and a smile on their faces.

i'm hungry for noodles now.

i'll ask jisoo for some tomorrow.

not today. as i said before, she'll kill me if she found me opening the front door in the middle of the night.

opening a pack of gum i closed my eyes and listened exo's 'moonlight'.

so i sat there under bus stop 9's shelter with a strange man on my left, the rain continuing to pour down from the sky.

raindrops.

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