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B U S

"I'm going now, eomma! Bye!" You kissed your mom cheeks.

"Give me a call when you get there." She said as you were heading towards the door. You turned back and gave her a smile.

"Of course i will! It's just two days, though, eomma." You waved at her and gave a nother 'bye'. You opened the door and was greeted by Namjoon who was sitting on the stairs in front of your doorstep. He immediately stood up when he saw you and pat his shirt in case any dust got caught. He gave you a smile.

"Let's go!" He beamed. You skipped down the small stairs and hooked arms with your best friend. Both of you walk together to the bus stop for the bus to pick you up so you can go to the trip.

***

The yellow bus arrived at the bus stop not too long after. Both of you stood up and got ready with all your bags. There weren't much, anyway. The door of the bus opened and both of your jaw dropped.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Mr. Park winked and waved like a little child. "Hop on in! There are a lot of double seats you can take from." He pulled off his 'bus driver' cap to ran his hand over his hair once before placing it back neatly on his head.

Slowly, Namjoom stepped on the bus. "Mr. Park..." he said his name.

"Hmmm?"

"Since when...?" Namjoon couldn't get his brain to continue the sentence.

"Oh this?" He helped as Namjoon seemed lost at words. "I've always wanted to be a bus driver when I was a kid. This big, long, heavy, yellow thing that is filled with loud people, ya know? Instead I became a teacher because geography was my favourite subject. Did you know that my old geography teacher used to be my mother's boyfriend? What a small world, am I right?! I kind of wish he was my dad. My dad went out to get milk one day and he suddenly vanished from our lives. I heard he married another woman. A very ugly one, I must say. Welp, my life is still going great without him! So I told my mom's ex about my ambition as a kid but he told me that geogr-"

"Okay, okay, I think that's enough, Mr. Park. Thank you." Namjoon stopped him before he started a whole story telling session like he always do in class instead of actually teaching kids geography.

He always went from jokes, to an article from a newspaper that relates to the joke, to a book he read that relates to the article, and his personal experience that relates to the book's plot.

Apparently, every book he read somehow relates to his life. So geography was usually a story session instead of a subject.

(A/N; LITERALLY my geography teacher. But he's nice, tho)

You entered the vehicle and sat together at a double seat that Mr. Park was suggesting at. It was mext to a window. Namjoon sat on the window seat.

Both of you settled down and put on your earbuds. Namjoon pulled out his small book that he brings almost everywhere. He put down the small table from the seat in front of him and placed the book on it before grabbing a pen. He read something from it and wrote something.

You peeked at him from the corner of your eyes. After he finished weiting whatever on his book, he would stare into all the trees and streets that passed them as the bus moves before continue writing more.

You decided to take a look because your curiosity was killing you. He never minded anyway but you always respect him and not peek too often as he hid it from everyone except you.

You leaned closer to see the words.

-SEOUL song no. 13-

With the cold air of the dawn
I secretly open my eyes
This city's harmony, it's so familiar to me
The days of my youth seem so far away
And now it's full of buildings and cars
But this is my home now
Seoul, Seoul

Why do you sound like 'soul'?
What kind of soul is it that you have?
What holds me back by your side like this?
I don't even have anything to reminisce about you
I'm so sick of you now
That same old ashy face of yours every day
No, no, I'm afraid of myself
'Cause I've already become a part of you

If love and hate are the same words
I love you Seoul
If love and hate are the same words
I hate you Seoul
If love and hate are the same words
I love you Seoul
If love and hate are the same words
I hate you Seoul
Seoul...

"Woah.. when did you started writing this?" You asked him as you remembered that he was working on another song just a few days ago. He was working on a new one already? "Have you already finished with Spring Day?"

He chuckled at your cute curiosity. "No, there's still a lot more to add to Spring Day. I'm just having a writer's block and suddenly a new idea came into mind. I just started this piece this morning." He answered.

You gasped. "You've done this much this morning? This is the 13th song, too! You're crazy talented. And it's super good, too!" You praised him and he smiled, grateful of your compliment. "Have you ever tried singing the lyrics you wrote?"

"Hahah.. not really." He looked down and wrote new words on the piece.

Buses with changing landscapes even when I'm sitting still
And similar buildings actually varying a little

You looked at the words and looked at him in awe.

He gets ideas so easily!

My best friend is so creative.

He can make lyrics out of any situations.

"I sing really badly." He excused.

"You don't have to sing. You can rap! I heard you rap to Agust D's songs before. Don't think I never hear it! But I swear it's good. You have the voice of a good rapper. You write very well, too. Besides, not anyone can rap Agust D's rap perfectly. That guy's a freaking legend! He's like the korean version of Eminem!"

Namjoon gave a smirk. "Maybe i'll do it if you join me." You stopped talking and looked at him surprised. "You can sing, we can probably make a good team." He suggested.

You were about to protest before thinking twice. "Well- Okay! I really want all your lyrics to be heard by people, Joonie! These are amazing pieces of work, you can't just hide all these masterpieces. You are special to be able to make good writings about your surroundings. So I am willing to do anything for you to get the credit you deserve!"

Namjoon gave you a wide smile, his eyes filled with an emotion you were not quite sure what. He closed the book and leaned back into the seat. He patted his left shoulder. "Lay on my shoulder, I know how you easily get sleepy on rides. Here."

You obeyed and placed your head on his shoulder, making yourself comfortable. Namjoon chuckled and ran his hand over your hair a couple times. He leaned closer to your ear,

"I love you so much, you know that?"