𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 - 𝐦𝐲𝐠.

treize.

clear.

since that stormy night i never saw that man again.

like i said before, i don't use the bus that often, but desperate situations call for desperate measures.

well, that's how i saw it.

i sat down and looked up at the timetable. the bus was to arrive in thirteen minutes.

i heard a groan coming from my left.

"are you going home?" a gruff voice said out loud, causing me to turn to his direction.

"uh, yes, i am."

"i can't," he replied back. he wore a red panda mask on his face, covering most of his facial features. but even so, his flushed red cheeks were visible under his light mint hair.

"o-oh."

the rain did not fail to thunder down on the shelter of the bus stop, raindrops streaming down the fogged up windows on the sides.

"excuse me," the man started again. "is your name park jina?"

clear.