SKELETONS. | J. JK

PART TWO.

        The second time Jungkook sees you is in a similar scenario as the first time. This time however, you are in the same bus as he is.

He doesn't really remember where he was coming from that day— everything seems blurry before that— but the crippling want to get home is the same. Also, this time, he thinks you don't notice him or even if you did, you don't remember him. He doesn't blame you; he's surprised in himself for remembering you. Especially, this clearly.

Jungkook stays in his seat, in the last row of the bus that covers all of the back. He doesn't mean to stare nor to feed curiosity but his eyes do absently focus on the silver headphones you have on as they sway slightly with the bopping of your head regardless. He is sure he has never seen you around and he finds the reason for so in the two big purple suitcases you have pressed to your knees. You're new, maybe a new transfer in college. His, if he's lucky.

Psycho much?, he jokes to himself and goes back to the game on his phone, sparing, only mercifully, the few glances at the back of your head just to make sure he sees which stop you get out. That could give him a few more answers so he could abandon the topic and get on with his own business. It is just innocent curiosity fueled by the boredom that he finds immersed into in this bus ride and yeah, maybe the gossip conversation between the three old ladies at his front has been slowly decaying into mere complaints ever since he caught you entering four stops ago so he doesn't really have a choice.

Jungkook doesn't notice this but he leans forward with his elbows on his knees, and his right foot speeds the rhythm of its constant tapping. His whole body jitters along with the bus and the imperfections of the road. His headphones fall to his neck and whatever Nirvana lyric that rolls out he doesn't really catch it because, now, you're talking— on your phone, and you're smiling, and he can almost catch it by your profile.

The first instinct is to smile too; but he kills it the second he realizes that would a rather psychotic move of him.

Jungkook has taken enough human anatomy classes to understand that the left side of your mouth rises slightly higher than the right one and that probably you hate your nose— but, who doesn't, right? He wonders if someone has ever pointed out the small bump on your nose bridge where your glasses rest but, that's just food for thought. You also have beautiful hands, which does sound weird even in his head yet it doesn't make it lesser a truth. In a solely anatomic standpoint, your hands follow quite precisely the Ancient Greek standards.

Would it be weird to tell a stranger they have Greek hands?

Sounds like a great icebreaker.

He stops. He got a little carried away. He does that sometimes. He reclines back on his seat and shakes his leg to stop tapping. It doesn't, but it was a good effort.

Only a few moments later does he notice this is the stop he should be getting off and, it's thanks to his sudden juts of energy that allow him to get up and stumble out the bus door before it closes, dooming him to walk an extra mile tonight. Again.

He gives a few strides under the already lit street lamps before he realizes that you are walking in front of him, some feet ahead. Dragging your purple suitcases with you and you still seemed to immersed into the conversation to feel Jungkook unintentionally walking behind you. He swears this is quickest the way to his apartment.

His feet move on their own, as he struggles between doing his best not to look crazy. Or, he lets you walk away until you disappear— but how much will he have to wait for that to happen? — or, he fast walks to outpace you— though he risks to truly pass as a creep.