Unwanted-Wanted | Suayeon

Chapter 1

Siyeon

Trees and bushes illuminated by the dim streetlights pass by rapidly as I look out of the large bus window, the moon partially hidden behind a few dark clouds, raindrops falling from them, hitting the bus window before slowly making their way down the glass surface.

It's a little past midnight and I've been going from busstation to busstation for the past 5 hours on my trip from Seoul to Busan, only to not make it further than Daegu before the end of the day. I'm currently almost at my last stop for the day, and with me five or six others, the bus rather empty due to the current time.

I hug my backpack a little tighter as I slump down in my seat a little more with a sigh. Even tho I've had a rather hectic and exhausting day I feel far from tired right now and not even the comfort of the soft bus seat is making me want to close my eyes. How could I sleep peacefully anyways, knowing what my final destination will be and what changes it could bring to my life. Besides, after living on the streets for about two years now I am used to staying up late, or not going to bed at all. But that could come to an end soon. At least, if I'm lucky, and since luck hasn't exactly been on my side so far I'm not too sure about that. But it's worth a try. Besides, I've got nothing to lose.

I get pulled out of my thoughts when I feel the bus come to a halt and I look up and watch as the doors open and everyone, except for two, get up and get off the bus. Once the doors close again I go back to looking out the window.

The bus takes off again and continues it's way to it's final stop of the day.

It wasn't very noisy before but with the loss of those three or four people it's even quieter than before. A piercing and a, what others may find scary, silence lingers and most would find this incredibly uncomfortable but I, having heard and seen worse things than a rather uncomfortable silence, remain unbothered. That is at least, until my peace gets interrupted by a tap on my shoulder a few minutes later, causing me to look up.

"Is this seat open?" the girl asks, but I remain silent.
"That old man over there keeps staring at me in a creepy way and it's scaring me so I really want to just sit as far away from him as possible, and preferably not alone." she then explains, sparing some old guy at the front of the bus a quick glance as she mentions the man.
"Sure." I answer, understanding her discomfort and at my approval she sits herself down on the seat, flashing me a small smile of gratitude for letting her sit with me at the back of the bus.

Once seated I avert my gaze away from her and continue to look out of the window.

"So, where are you headed?" she asks akwardly, trying to start a conversation, but I don't answer her in any way.

"I'm Bora, by the way." she then says, but I again, don't answer.

"Thanks for letting me sit here. That guy was really creeping me out and I swear I could see him looking at my boobs, multiple times." she says, again not receiving any type of response from me.

"So, what is your name?" she then asks, but it's no use as I don't answer.

"Not much of a talker I see. That's okay, I guess." she says, a sad tone audible in her voice and I can see her looking down in the reflection of the window and for a moment I consider answering the girl.

"Busan." I say after a short silence.

"What?" she asks confused.

"I'm headed to Busan." I say.

"Oh, Busan is nice. I've only been there a few times, but those times were nice." she says akwardly before it becomes silent between the two of us again.