𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 - 𝐦𝐲𝐠.

neuf.

blue.

i left work early to catch the bus to jimin's place.

as i trotted through the newly formed puddles (it started to rain again) a familiar boy with mint hair caught my eye at bus stop 9.

"yoongi!" i cried out, running to him.

he raised a finger to his mask as if to hush me down. with his left hand he beckoned me to come over, patting the spot next to him for me to sit down. i sat and looked up at him, a confused expression replacing my happy one.

"keep quiet. not everyone is supposed to know about me."

"oh."

"do you have gum?"

strange. he would usually ask for a ticket, not gum.

"u-uh, yeah i do," i said, feeling unsure about it and taking out a pack of gum from my hoodie. "here. it's strawberry."

"that will do."

so we just sat there in silence, closely listening to the battering downpour of the rain above. when i looked back at yoongi i noticed a rather deep cut down the right side of his neck. it was glowing a light blue colour, and although it had no blood clotting or whatever, it definitely did not look like a kind of wound that should be brushed off.

but i didn't ask him or about the gum any further.

so i waited and waited until the headlights of the bus was visible to my eye and drove off to babysit jihee.

blue.