BAEKSOO

Baekhyun really just wanted to be home already. It was seven o'clock on a rather damp Tuesday night, and the bus arrived several minutes late, much to his (already great deal of) annoyance.

If that weren't bad enough, there was a vast shortage of space; very few open spots—none of them were seats.

He pressed forward, lucky enough to be the first on the bus but unlucky in that moments after he began walking, there were the first signs of unrest and impatience—he was getting shoved forward.

As soon as he reached the very back, he assumed he would be safe, but people were still pushing their way through onto the bus, even though the driver was ordering them to “cease boarding; there'll be another bus in ten minutes”.

Baekhyun turned out to be incorrect, a thing that he was rather used to being, but hated all the same.

There was another shove. He was moved to the side a bit, on the verge of falling, but by this point he was so irritated and so sick of dealing with the discourtesies of others that he just allowed himself to fall, directly into another passenger’s lap.

He knew precisely which passenger it was, too… The one with the rather blank face, yet... he still happened to have startlingly kind eyes. Even with that black cap pulled low on his face, Baekhyun had still caught a glimpse of such eyes, because they had lifted to his as soon as he had mumbled some remark about shoving everyone back, and off of the bus entirely.

So, yes, Baekhyun was now perched on the lap of a stranger, surprised that quite a few seconds had passed without any form of complaint.

Instead, a simple question was directed towards him, directed… Directly in his ear. He was ashamed to say that he shivered, even if just a little.

“Why aren't you getting up?”

Well, why aren't you getting it up? I'm squirming around on your lap, for God’s sake. No one can resist my perky —

“Hello?”

“There are no empty seats on this bus,” Baekhyun blurted out. “It's either violate someone or be violated myself; people keep pushing against me—”

“Isn't that kind of selfish?” Was the next thing murmured in his ear.

“Well… Only if you actually mind me sitting here. Otherwise… No.” A brief pause. “Do you mind?”

He twisted around a bit, trying to get the stranger’s face in view, but all he succeeded in doing was earning a low hiss from the man beneath him.

“If you keep moving, yes, I'll mind.”

“Only if I keep moving?” Baekhyun purposely wiggled around a little bit. Fingernails pressed into his waist, harshly, and he was ashamed to say that he immediately went still.

“Don't test me.” The man grumbled, normally not one to put up with other people’s . It was a miracle in itself that he was allowing this complete stranger to ing sit on him.

“So, what's your name?” Baekhyun readjusted a bit and the passenger rolled his eyes. This guy wasn't one for following directions. Or following societal expectations and et