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"bye john!" Ten waved to johnny; — his bestfriend before he made his way to the bus stop, to wait for the bus that would be heading to his dorm.
It was one hot afternoon, where ten was sweating bullets while waiting for the goddamn bus to arrive. He felt sticky and too warm for his own comfort — he needed a cold shower as soon as possible but he didn't think the bus would come anytime sooner. He couldn't stop mumbling complains in thai, as he fanned his face using his hand, looking restless as ever. After what seems like a century, the bus finally came and ten had never felt so happy to see the green-couloured bus with a big number 87 on the infront, pulling out infront of him.
Ten went inside of the bus and quickly scanned his bus-card before his eyes roamed around the cramped space to find a seat.
His eyes land at this one boy in a black hoodie, with hood up and he was staring outside the window — seemed deep in thoughts. The seat beside that boy was empty as usual as if it was saved for ten— so without second thoughts, ten made his way to the back of the bus and sat down beside the black hoodie boy.
Of course ten would mind his own business, — plugged his earpiece into his ears and jammed to his favourite songs but he couldn't control his mind when it kept thinking about the boy beside him.
The boy; he's always there. Everyday. Sitting at the same seat and staring out of the window. Sometimes he's sleeping sometimes he's not. Sometimes he's just staring at the road on the outside, sometimes he's looking down on his bright screen — playing with his phone.
But there wasn't one time ten could see the boy without his hood up. He couldn't help but feel curious, he had so many whys playing around in his head, that he felt like asking the boy or even tried to initiate a conversation but couldn't bring himself to do that.
Ten hoped, one day he could do that.
"that mysterious boy in the bus," ten paused, sighing dramatically, "he's making me crazy."
"too curious, huh?" johnny said playfully, eyeing the smaller as if he's trying to read ten's mind its not like he could do that, but oh.
They were sitting on their usual spot in the cafetaria, munching down on their lunch, while johnny was listening to his bestfriend's pointless rants. Yes, ranting about a nugu. It sounds silly but, no. "i think you should atleast say hello to him, im very very sure he's conscious of your presence next to him" johnny said logically, he wanted his friend to get over it because to be honest, ten's rants could get so extreme sometimes.
Ten ignored johnny and let himself lost in his own world, zoning out thinking about nothing but that boy. It was crazy and everything now didn't make sense because he's wasting his time thinking over someone he didn't know, or more accurate, over someone that didn't know him — but he couldn't help it. Its not his fault the boy was damn attractive, that he kept on popping out in ten's mind. Ten sighed for the zillion times that day, before he decided to go back to the dorm with his japanese roommate, nakamoto yuta.
He knew the older will asked him lots of question about why he suddenly want to go back together, since its rare, they only went back together in a bus ride once and never again since their major and classes were different — schedules clashed. But now ten didn't mind if the japanese want to throw him a basket of questions because really;— he knew this sounded gay, not like he's straight anyway but all he wanted was, yuta to be there to give him moral support.
Ten wanted to say hello to that boy.
Taeyong went inside the bus and made his way to his usual seat; — beside the window at the back of the bus.
He leaned against the window and his gaze wandered outside, looking at the busy street — people rushing everywhere, some were probably just like him, feeling excited to go home even though there's nothing interesting at the dorm but he just felt like it. Some might as well have appointments because of their jobs, or dates.
Taeyong loved to make his mind busy like that, thoughts wandering everywhere — its actually one way to distract himself from thinking about the cute boy who always took the seat beside him.