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19: bus 237

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Was it the end of the road for me?

No. Though I wished it was.

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Author's POV

Hoseok stood outside of the school's entrance, waiting for Yoongi, who said he would come. The boy looked at the trees and crisp leaves.

I'm fine. 

He then whipped out his phone and immediately sent a text to Rosé. Ever since he stopped going on the bus for various reasons, he texted her every day. 

J-hobi: Hey Rose

Rose: hi hobi whats up

J-hobi: Eh, nm. Hbu? Are you okay on that bus?

Rose: yeagd fifffffffffffffffffffffffffnfnfffffffffffffffs,;ssssssssssssssssssssssssss

J-hobi: What?

Rose: fvdfxvxfdrvmmrrrk

Rose: help

Rose: ib veing attsdked

J-hobi: Rose, where are you????

*Read 12 minutes ago*

J-hobi: ROSE!

*Rose has blocked you*

Yoongi gingerly came up behind Hoseok and pat him on the back.

"Come on, let's go," he slightly smiled. 

"Rose, she's in trouble, Yoongi!" The red-haired boy yelped, his bottom lip quivering and hoping that she wasn't in trouble. 

Yoongi stopped in his tracks and straightened his head. "Why do you say that?"

Hoseok shoved his phone into Yoongi's hands urgently, pacing up and down the entrance concrete.

Yoongi's concerned expression worried Hoseok even further. "Does Rosé have any enemies?"

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he thought. "Uh, no, I just remember her yelling at the people on my bus a lot because they bother her." He averted his gaze at the ground suddenly, concerning the elder.

"Wait, why don't you go on your bus then?" Yoongi questioned, bending lower to see Hoseok's wet eyes. Yoongi came closer and touched Hobi's hand for comfort. "And in that case, why does she still ride it?"

Hoseok knew he'd eventually have to tell someone, and he choked, burning tears threatening to fall down his face. 

- - - - - 

"St-stop it!" The echo of Rosé's cries were short, due to the small interior of the bus and the pocketknife brazing her side.

Her breathing shortened, as she didn't want to expand herself for the the fear of getting hurt.

"Why should we, pretty lady? Why do you YELL so much?" The man traced his knife over Rosé's stomach. "Hey, Wooseok, what should we do now?"

The bus kept bumping up and down, up and down.

The man by the name of Wooseok held her chin. "Rosé, where is Hoseok?"

"I don't know!" she shrieked again. "What to you want from me, for the last freaking time?!!?"

The two males looked at each other expectantly. 

"What do we want from you? We want you to tell your little friend to come back on this bus for a small chat, you hear me?" His face was an inch away from Rosé's scared but angry's one.

She slowly nodded, the knife trailed up to her jaw now.

"Or else."

- - - - - 

Hoseok told Yoongi the entire story, as Rosé had told him it all weeks before. 

She had came up to him, frazzled and paranoid, "DON'T RIDE BUS 237 ANYMORE." and continued to tell the occurrence.

He wept with her, both confused in the empty hallway.

Without explanation, she ran away.

"I'm sorry, Rosé," he muttered.

"But why is she still riding the bus?" The elder solemnly asked, voice going lower than my grades.

"She doesn't have any mode of transportation back to her house, and walking won't work because it's so far away."

Yoongi looked straight into Hoseok's eyes.

 "I know who Wooseok is." 

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