jisung rode the bus,smiling at the driver,jesus christ he has been riding this bus since like middle school.
so he barely hoped that the driver knowed him.
he picked his seat at the back,where would he always seat when the bus wasnt busy,or almost like everyday.
he looked at the boy and sat 5 seats aways from him at the left side.
soon he arrived at his home,he went down,then his mind started some random shit thinking about the guy left at the bus.
he soon got home,took off his shoes and saw his grandma cooking their dinner.
"halmeoni i'm home!"jisung said as he go to his grandmother giving her a peck.
"dinner will be served soon!"his grandmother said."halmeoni please rest i'll just continue it."jisung said as he snatched the spatula in his grandma's hand.
"yah!you can't cook!you'll burn the house!just go and do some school work!"his grandma said.
"okay!i'll be in our room!"jisung said as he went to his and his grandmas shared room.
jisung didn't really have some school work so he decided to write stories in his very special notebook.
after being satisfied,his grandma called his name and soon they ate dinner,went to sleep.