Today was just a normal day like any other. The start of a new week. The start of the new semester. I’d be entering the halfway point of my second year at University today, having just been on 2 months break. The feeling of waking up so early this morning at 6:30 AM was terrible because I hadn’t done it since the day of last semester. The desire to sleep in washed over me, but I wasn’t one to be tardy on the first day of classes. Actually I was genuinely always early, even on days where I’d have slept for less than 5 hours the night before. It was a habit of mine and I was proud of it, regardless of the fact that half of my house mates were not morning people.

Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I’m some crazy student who likes to be at school all the time. No, if anything I really hated studying but I wasn’t an underachieving student. I’d always kept my work on top and up to date but I still knew how to have fun. At least, I liked to think that about myself. So why do I always arrive at University about an hour early you ask?

Other than the fact of wanting to be early in general, there was a good reason why I was able to drag myself out of bed every day and look forward to my day. It’s all because I get to see him.

Who is he?

I can’t even begin to describe this beautiful creature. The first few times I had seen him, I did acknowledge that he was definitely different to most of the guys I had ever seen. It wasn’t only until he started sitting closer to me that I unknowingly began to study his features more in depth. His extra soft looking hair, always styled in the most magnificent way. Those huge, doe eyes that could possibly stare into your soul. That flawless, pale skin that radiated just the right amount of glow. His tall, and slender nose, and his beautifully shaped lips. He was the definition of perfect in my eyes. I thanked the Lord over and over again that I was given the chance to have such a beautiful person come into my life and I knew that I had done something right in my past life. Perhaps I saved the world, or was a ruler who satisfied their country’s needs. Whatever it was, I was glad that I had been rewarded with the privilege to see him every morning on that bus.

I still remember that day, almost a year ago when my mother decided to give in to my complaints. I had made up my mind that I wanted to live away from home once University started, but she was completely against the idea. She thought I wouldn’t be able to survive living without her and the rest of my family, but luckily Chaerin unnie stepped in and offered me a room in her apartment. It was the perks of having older friends who knew your parents well. I had already been attending the same University as Chaerin, and I’d catch my same train to university every day, all up until the end of first semester. I had simply had enough of being obliged to say no every time a friend or classmate would invite me to a party or a club. I knew my mother didn’t like the idea because she was convinced I wasn’t ready to face the world and its ‘danger’, but I wasn’t 10 years old anymore. I was determined to make it happen that I move out of my house, and that’s exactly what I did, with the help of Chaerin and her other roommates. (Which are also mine now.) I figured if I was staying in the same place as Chaerin, I’d be travelling to Uni with her as well but our schedules didn’t match up and my classes were always scheduled much earlier during the day, which caused me to have to travel on my own. It wasn’t a problem really, for I truly treasure being in my solitude and having time to myself. The first week of taking a different route felt weird, and I couldn’t fully relax and listen to my music because I wasn’t sure when to get off the bus. Fortunately, I managed to remember roughly how long the bus ride was, and there were generally people like me who always took the same bus, and I started noticing where some people got on the bus and where they got off.

Right now, the girl who already rides the bus before I get on, is packing her books up frantically because her stop is next. Always sitting on the seat to my right, with her belongings spread out on the spare seat next to her. She was a girl who was probably just a tiny bit shorter than me, and she always wore bright, colourful clothes and had her stylish headphones in, but she would always take her books and pens out then read and highlight her notes. She was definitely a hard worker, which surprised me at first because of the way she liked to dress. A discreet smile played on my lips, for I knew the stop after was when my beautiful creature would enter the bus, and my day would have its beautiful start.

Every time, without fail, my heart skips a beat when he walks inside the bus and takes his usual spot which is exactly 2 seats in front of mine. The brief 10 to 15 seconds he takes to walk up to his seat, gives me time to stare at his thin and tall figure, before he drops his bag to his side, and shuffles in, often turning his head to look outside the window. And here I am, right now, stealing glances at his face. He always peers outside the window, staring to the outside world and rarely blinking. I can never read his expression, for he seems to be so deep in thought, but other times he appears to simply be taking in the scenery. Sometimes I stare intently at his face without caring whether he would notice me or not, but today I made sure I didn’t do it because I remember almost missing my stop a couple times last semester. The bus was approaching my stop soon, and I was feeling content, having had the usual 20 minutes of being in the same bus as him. I stood up as my bus stopped where I get off, and hopped off on the 5 minute walk towards my Uni.

My day was already starting off well, having had my caffeine fix. Yes, he was the caffeine. (I don’t believe in drinking coffee) As I neared the campus of my Uni, I had a moment to remember that it had been almost 9 months of being bus buddies with him, and It made me wonder for the millionth time.

What was his name?

A/N: Important.

So this is the introduction guys =) I hope you like it and don’t think it’s too boring. Hope you’ve read the small plot I wrote in the description/foreword and mostly I hope you look forward to reading this story =) It’s actually inspired off a real life situation of a friend and I wanted to write a story on it. Of course, I’m adding in my own fiction as well.

Anyway with this story, I’d really love your input in the comments section because I want to know if this story will be good enough to show another friend of mine because I told her I wrote Fanfics XD (When I finish the story, depending on the response I get from you guys, I’m going to give her a copy of this story with different character names and character descriptions but the entire storyline will be the same as this one)

Constructive criticism is always welcome. How would I improve without you giving me tips and ideas? Whether you read this as I’m writing the story, or read this after I complete the story, I’m welcoming ALL comments at any time. Thanks guys and make sure you are subscribed to my other story ‘Your Dance is Addictive’ If you’re a Taeminzy/Kaiminzy shipper!

-Kiseki