𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 - 𝐦𝐲𝐠.

six.

bottle.

before i lay my thumb on the dialling button he reached his hand out and grabbed onto my wrist, stopping me from attempting to report him.

"e-excuse me!? don't touch me like tha-"

"hear me out. please. trust me, i'm not a bad person. i'm here for a reason," he said, slowly pulling down his mask to reveal his face. his lips were a rosy shade of pink, and a gust of wind blew his mint hair around, allowing me to see his brown eyes better.

"my name is min yoongi. and you are...?"

"jina. park jina," i replied back, cautiously shaking his cold hand.

he repeated my name weirdly under his breath, but without letting him think of anything else a question propped up in my head.

"why do you ask for a ticket from someone even if you have one yourself or you don't need it? don't you think that's annoying enough?"

he answered back, "i don't ask any old person for a ticket. i only ask you for it and no one else."

"why do you follow me everywhere? or even, why are you always sitting at the same bus stop every day?"

yoongi scratched his head and continued, "i'm an 'aqueon'. i appear at places where it rains or there is some source of pouring water. i'm strictly assigned to accompany you in this specific area, and my station of origin is any bus stop close to you. as for why i follow you as a whole, that cloud patch on your vanilla coloured bag brought me here to you and only you."

bottle.