woohyun hates the bus.


he hates the crowds, hates the smell, and hates the way he can never find a seat. his backpack is heavy and his shoulders slouch with the weight. his eyes are filled with irritation as he stares out the window, his arm raised to hold the handle to keep himself from falling over. his arm already feels dead and he just wants to scream.

“take my seat.”

the voice startles him and woohyun looks down to see warm brown eyes staring up at him, tiny eyes. he blinks a few times and upon further inspection realizes the man was very, very handsome as well. the man raises a brow before smiling and standing, and gesturing to his seat.

“you look uncomfortable, my stop is close so you can have my seat.” he explained. woohyun just nods dumbly and sits, his bag now on his lap. he stares up at the man and feels his cheeks warming.

okay so maybe he doesn’t hate busses that much.