drafts. ‣‣ lrh [au.]

ii.

It's Friday, three days after Rohan meet that guy at his workplace. No, they didn't really meet at all since Rohan just saw him from far away.

Rohan sitting at the corner and resting his back to the couch at the bus stop. He looks at his watch while waiting for the bus to come. It's still 6 PM. Today was his day-off so he decided to have a quality time for himself. He was outside the whole day. He was cycling, eating, drinking coffee, going to the PC bang, and taking an ordinary walk. It does sound boring when you did all of those alone. He wished that he has someone to accompany him. Actually, he was planned to go with Woong, but he suddenly has something to do so Rohan ended up going alone.

It's been 10 minutes but the bus hasn't come yet. The sky is getting darker and cloudy as well.

"Please don't raining, please don't raining. I don't want to get wet." He mumbled.

Fortunately, he was wearing his thick hoodie with another jacket as an outer. He wouldn't get freezing if it's raining soon, he thinks.

Another minutes has passed, Rohan started to feels sleepy because of waiting. But suddenly there was someone who sits not so far from him. He was wearing a light brown oversized hoodie, an-old jeansㅡhe guess, with a pair of sneakers. He puts his earphone on both of his ears, he was busy playing with his phone and didn't pay attention to the road at all. His long bangs covering his face.

Rohan just needs few seconds to realize who is it.

It was him.

They meet again.

It's the third times they meet coincidentally. Someone ever said once that if we meet coincidentally with strangers for third times, it means both of them are destined.

"Are we ... destined? Hahaha, no. How come, it's pretty ridiculous. I don't believe it at all." He snorts.

Rohan sometimes glances at him. He really wants to go closer to him and says hi, but in the end, he didn't do it. The raindrops start to fall when the bus come. They both stand up and run to get into the bus.

That guy takes a seat in the middle of the bus meanwhile Rohan takes a few rows behind him, so that he could see him from far away. That guy sits alone. He still puts his earphone on his ears as he resting his head at the bus window.

Just by looking at him, Rohan could feel the loneliness that the guy had. He don't know why, his heart starts to feel something strange. He never feels that way before, it was his first time.

The clock is ticking, the bus still moving from one stop to another stops. Rohan sitting in silence and sometimes checking up his phone. When he lifts his head up to see that guy again, he frowned. That guy was still sitting there. His head bowed and occasionally hit the bus window slowly.

"Did he sleeping? His head must be hurt," said Rohan.

The seat beside that guy is still empty. After gathering his brave, Rohan stands up and moves to sit beside him. He stares at him sleeping for a moment and suddenly his heart feels uneasy. He places his left palm to the bus window so that guy's head won't hit the window. Rohan stay still for the next few minutes until he decided to lean the guy's head to his own shoulder. His heart skips a beat, he don't even know why.

They both stay still in that position for almost halfway to Rohan's home. He was sleeping too. But soon as he feels someone grabs and squeezing his hoodie, Rohan opens his eyes and stares at the guy beside him. He sweats a lot while still squeezing Rohan's hoodie. He said something but Rohan can't hear him clearly.

Rohan stucks for seconds, he was surprised. He can feels the temperature of the guy's body is quiet high. He started to get worry.

"Did he sick?!" ask Rohan to himself.

"D-don't ...." The guy whispers softly. His voice was low and weak, Rohan himself could feel the hurt in his voice. He squeezing Rohan's hoodie tightly, his hand was trembling.

Suddenly he saw tears flow out of the guy's eyes. He's fucking crying.

"Please don't do that. I-I'm sorryㅡ"

Rohan could hear him now. His eyes widened, he panicked.

"Sssh, hey. It's gonna be alright. Wake up, wake up!" said him while patting the guy's shoulder to wake him up.

Soon, that guy opens his eyes, he finally awake with a lot of sweats on his forehead that make his bangs stick on his own forehead. He suddenly pulls his body away and looks down to rub his tears and his sweats as well. He lifts his head up to face Rohan but then he bows his head.

"S-sorry," said him with his cracked voice.

Rohan looks at him and shakes his head. "No biggie. Anyway, are you okay? You look so pale, are you sick?" ask him nicely. He was trying hard to not sound that he worried.

The guy forced to smile while nodding his head. "I'm okay."

'Lie. You're not okay. You're not okay at all.' Rohan thought.

There was a short silent break until Rohan opens his mouth again.

"Uh, may I know your name ...?" ask Rohan spontaneously. He cursed inside and wants to hit his own head for asking that so suddenly.

"The name is Jㅡ"

The bus stops and that guy looks around. "Oh wait, it's my stop. Sorry, I have to go." said him. He puts his earphone off, put it in his pocket along with his phone, then leave. He gets off the bus, not wanting to see Rohan even for a second. He suddenly runs away through the rain, he was running to somewhere. Rohan stares at him until the bus starts moving again.

He lets out a deep sigh as he rests his back to the bus seat and closes his eyes.

"J ...? J who?!" He mumbled frustratedly.





And for the rest of the day, Rohan couldn't get him off his head.

÷

I met him again today.

We met coincidentally at the bus stop,
we even take the same bus.

Another side of me feels happy
because I could meet him again.

But ...
I don't know why.
I feel something strange.
My heart suddenly feels hurt and uneasy when I saw him.

He looked so lonely.

So damn lonely.

Like-
who the heck could deal with that loneliness?

We shared the same seat on the bus.
My heart was skipped a beat.
Again,
I didn't even know why.

He was sleeping right next to me,
he was sleeping on my shoulder.

But he cried.

He said something that I don't know what was that mean.
I can feel he's hurting.

And it does hurt me too.

What the hell is wrong with myself?

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