Where Youngjae ran away from home and is now in a nearly empty bus somewhere half an hour away from Busan at six in the morning.

Where Daehyun is going home after visiting his older brother who's living a bit farther from the city.

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But the person sitting down next to him wasn't some weird, old dude who smelled like cigarettes and cows or whatever animals he was holding at his farm, no. When the city boy glanced to his right he could see a shock of black hair, a slim face and lips that were incredibly think, maybe too thick for a boy. The boys skin - he couldn't be much older than Youngjae - was tanned and Youngjae knew if the sun would already be up and burning the country homes it would look bronze, just like caramel over those lean muscles.