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Normally, taking the bus isn't interesting. You get on, you ride, you get off.
This particular bus ride isn't the same.
For one, it's unusually packed, and there are only a few empty seats left open, one of which is, of course, next to you.
Sometimes you wonder why you don't take the tube.
So, on this particular ride, you try to mind your own business, headphones in at full blast, on your phone. With a facemask on because there are about six people coughing their lungs out and you'd rather not get the flu.
The bus pulls over and one person gets off as another four people get on. Ah, wonderful.
As the seats get taken up, the last guy shuffles his way to where the empty seat next to you is, and looks to you in question.
You nod and as he sits down, you double take because hold on a second, he really looks like-
Oh, fuck.
Min Yoongi just sat right the fuck next to you.
Even behind a facemask and under a hat, you can sort of tell it's him by his eyes, and his hands, and sort of...everything. He's an idol, for Christ's sake.
Your first thought is fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Your second is wait, what's he taking the bus for? Doesn't he drive himself or have drivers or something?
Your third and final is oh, God, I'm listening to his mixtape and he can probably hear it through my headphones.
Quickly, you click the volume down and don't dare to turn on the screen because 1. His mixtape is playing and 2. His face is your background.
If he just so happens to glance over, life as you know it is over.
You eye him out of the corner of your eye and he's just minding his own business, tapping his finger on his jeans.
Don't fuck this up, don't let him know, don't do anyth-
Oh, no.
Oh, fuck, no.
Your phone starts ringing and the ringer is turned up all the way.
Big guess what your ringtone is.
Agust D. The quick rap part, and it's loud.
You can just feel him staring at you and you answer the call, your mom's number on the screen.
“M-Mom, can I call you back?” you ask, and hang up without waiting for a response.
Your cheeks are hot and he's still staring at you and you just close your eyes and wait to wake up from this nightmare. This can't be real.
“I hear that taking the bus lowers your anxiety,” a voice says, and you think it might be your subconscious trying to make you feel better, but when you look, Yoongi’s pulled his mask down to his chin and he's looking at you expectantly.
“W-What?” you stutter, and he grins and you think you might’ve just been killed on the spot.
“I'm kidding, I made that up,” he continues, and you squeak (squeak) and blink. “Min Yoongi, but I think you knew that.”
He's holding out his hand and it takes a minute for you to register that he wants you to shake it.
“(YN),” you breathe as you shake it, and he nods, letting go. “I-I love you- your music.” Don't say you love him, oh, my God.
“Thanks, we're lucky to have fans like you.” Holy shit, no, you're lucky to he existing at the same time he is.
“You're...,” you start to say, and find that, really, there aren't any words to encompass how much you appreciate and love and cherish his whole existence and being, so you end it off with, “You?”
“Yes, me,” he answers with a chuckle and you think you might be dead. For real, this time. “What's your name again?”
Is this real, this can't be.
“(YN),” you breathe once more, and he somehow smiles more, how?
“That's a cute name.” It feels like he's trying to break down the barrier between fan and idol, and it's... sort of working? “How long have you been a fan? Um... If that's okay to ask?”
Is he being shy? Is the Min Yoongi being shy?
“S-Since Wings, actually, so...,” you hum. “B-But I've listened to all the others! A-And I really like Love Yourself.” You pause, bite your lip, and then realise you're still wearing your mask and you pull it down and you totally try not to notice the surprise in his face. “S-Sorry... About the... My phone...”
“It's okay, it's flattering,” he says, and he's kind of staring at you even more? What? “Jeonggukie used to have a ringtone of the chorus.”
“What, really?” Your response is so quick that he laughs with a grin. “I mean-”
“You're really cute.” 119, yes, a report for a very dead ARMY.
“U-Um, t-thank you...,” you hum. And then, you remember a question and you ask, “Why are you taking the bus...?”
“Well, when I'm tired and don't want to drive, I like the bus. It makes me feel less... I don't know. More like a normal person.” So he can have people drive him places. There's one mystery solved.
It takes a second, but there's that certain aura about him now. The friendliness, the lack of the I’m Famous attitude, the need to be comfortable and normal.
Min Yoongi's just a regular person, and really, it's only seeable when you get to talk to him.
A wave of relief washes over you, the need to be impressive fading away, and you relax.
“Have you seen the TV show Black?” you end up asking, and he seems taken aback at the sudden question, but shakes his head.
“No, what's it about?”
The next twenty minutes are filled with conversation, and he's so easy to talk to, to the point where it feels like you're friends, or you could be friends.
Alas, when the twenty minutes are up, your stop comes and you start to stand.
“U-Um...,” you hum, unsure of the proper way to say goodbye to Min Yoongi. “Sorry, this is my stop.”
“Oh, alright,” he nods, standing to let you by.
You so try not to notice the twinge of disappointment in his voice.
“Please continue to do great things,” you end, and it's probably the most common, cliché thing you could say, but you definitely weren't going to end it off with please marry me.
“Yeah, I...,” Yoongi hums. “I will. All for you. The fans.” Yoongi adds on the last part like an afterthought, and God, it's getting harder to not analyze his responses like he doesn't want you to get off the bus.
Nevertheless, you have to.
You shuffle onto the sidewalk and watch as the doors close, and the bus takes off with Min Yoongi inside. You will yourself not to deflate. You had probably just lived a fantasy of hundreds and hundreds of ARMYs, and it’ll probably never happen again.
So, you accept what you had been given, heading down the street with a smile on your face.
It isn't until you're about to put in your earbuds again when you hear a faint, “(YN)-ssi!” being shouted behind you.
No, what?
Yoongi's shuffling through the crowd, and you're pretty positive it's you he's trying to reach.
Once he stands in front of you, his mask back on over his face, you see his eyes smile.
“Um... Sorry if this is sudden, but... Do you like lamb skewers?”
You freeze, for just a second, before nodding.
“Good, well... I was going to treat Jeongguk today, but he couldn't go. And I don't really feel like eating all alone.” You catch his meaning, and as it hits you, you can't really stop the grin on your face from spreading. “Is it- Wait, are you busy now? Because I don't want to keep you from anyth-”
“I'm not busy,” you say, and his eye smile gets thinner as he rubs the back of his neck, ugh, that's adorable.
“Should- Um, let's go, then.” He holds out a hand for you to take and you grab it.
Fourty minutes later, halfway into skewers, your phone rings its obnoxious ringtone, and you promptly silence it. Yoongi makes a humming noise.
“Hey, (YN)-ssi, you know,” he says, “if this continues...you'll have to change your ringtone.”
“You're right,” you agree, and point your chopsticks at him. “The real Agust D is sitting in front of me now, so if I ever want to hear about going to Hong Kong, I can just ask.”
You don't think you've ever seen Min Yoongi blush harder.