160811 Bus ride ft. Park Jimin     “Are you okay?” You turn to a sick looking Jimin beside you.    He forces a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Putting on a tough front, he leans over and wraps an arm over your shoulder. “What should we do first when we reach Busan?”   Looking at a carsick Jimin, you mentally slap yourself for insisting on taking the bus instead of train. How good is this scenery anyway? You turn to stare out the window contemplating on what to do.    “Should we change seats?” You think aloud, your eyes wandering around the bus.    The last row of seats on the bus is always the jerkiest but you haven’t had a choice. Jimin had taken too long to prepare and the both of you ended up arriving late at the terminal. As you prepare to stand, Jimin takes your hand to hold you down. He shakes his head, and you frown at him. There is no way you’d leave him like that for the rest of the ride. Squeezing past him, you approach a young couple seated in one of the middle rows.    “Sorry,” you say softly. “My boyfriend’s getting sick in the back row. If you don’t mind… could you please change seats with us…?” You ask hesitantly because the expression on the young man’s face doesn’t look all that good.    “Oh, sure,” the young lady, on the other hand, agrees readily. Her boyfriend stares at her in disbelief. “I would do the same for you, too,” she tells him.    “Thank you!” And so while the couple moves to the back, you help Jimin over