The music pumped through his veins like blood. His muscles ached as they popped and contracted. His moves were next to flawless and as the music neared it’s end he smiled, content about how he performed. He looked over to where the clock stood and saw that, without even realizing it, rehearsal had run an hour late. He sighed heavily, not looking forward to the long bus ride home and then the homework he still had left to do. He walked over to where his bag laid and draped it over his shoulder ready to walk out the door.

Thankfully the bus stop was just outside the door to his studio. He slumped onto the bench not even bothering to take his bag off of his shoulder as his eyes slid shut to rest for the small amount of time it would take for the bus to arrive. He was just entering dreamland when he heard the squeal of the bus’s breaks and the unmistakable sound of the doors opening. He stood keeping his eyes shut and walked up the steps, motions more familiar than anything.

He started rummaging through his bag for his pass. His eyes were still closed and they only opened when he found the pass, eyes opening to an amazing sight.

Sitting in front of him, smiling slightly, was a very beautiful man, his hand outstretched and his eyes curving up in the cutest way. His hair reached down to his shoulders and was slightly tousled, falling onto a perfectly long and exquisite neck that held what looked like two adam’s apples. The dancer’s eyes trailed down his chest, reveling in the beautifully sculpted muscles that he could see through the tight shirt he wore.

He heard the driver clear his throat and he looked up only to be met with laughing eyes and an amused smile. He blushed, realizing he was staring. He showed the bus pass to the driver and quickly went back to his seat.

He sat down amongst the few people still on the bus. He was still embarrassed about being caught staring but his exhaustion quickly won out and his eyes shut as he rested his head against the back of the seat, quickly succumbing to sleep.
 

That morning, the bus driver was getting  ready for his first day of work. He wasn’t very excited but he saw it as a change and that made it seem less dreadful. He straightened his shirt, sent himself another half-hearted smile, and slowly walked out the door to his car.  

Half an hour later, he pulled into the unreasonably far bus station and walked into the check-in building. He felt exhaustion loom over him as a result of the complicated college classes he had been in all day. He shook the feeling off as he received his keys and made his way to the buses. He picked out the best looking one and set off on his route.

Overall his first day was boring, nothing new or out of the ordinary happening other than occasionally getting lost. He sighed as he made his last round for the night squeaking to a stop outside of a dance studio that was now very familiar to him, as he had passed by it about ten times in the last 2 hours.

His attention was floating away, his mind already in his bed, but he was immediately on alert when he saw the first and only passenger step on.

The boy he saw was nothing short of beautiful. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open in relaxation. His breathing was slightly labored and there was a sheen of sweat heavily apparent on his skin. The shaggy, honey blond hair on his head was sticking out in different angles making it look like he just slipped out of bed. As he turned to reach into his bag, the driver could see the muscles in his shoulders and back flex and it made his hands yearn to reach out and touch the smooth skin he saw there. His mouth lifted into a smile as he saw the boy turn back around, eyes opening, and gape at the man in front of him.

The driver was not blind. He knew he was hot and he loved flaunting it, especially in front of men equally as handsome. He watched as the boy’s eyes trailed down his chest checking him out. He coughed slightly to get the  boy’s attention back because, even though he enjoyed being checked out by such an attractive male, he needed to get back on his route.

The boy looked into the driver’s eyes and blushed slightly, realizing he was staring. He quickly showed him the bus pass and made his way back to a seat. The driver smirked and went back to picking up more people, his mind still on the beautiful boy.
 

He was yawning as he pulled into the bus station again. He hadn’t seen the dancer exit the bus and he was concerned he missed his stop. He put the bus in park and turned around to look for the boy.

His eyes landed immediately on the sleeping form towards the back row and his eyes softened. The boy looked so cute and huggable as he was sleeping and the bus driver couldn’t help but fall a little from this unknown angel.

He made his way back to the boy but once he got back there, he couldn’t bring himself to wake him up. He sat down next to him and just stared at his face, loving the way it scrunched up when he was dreaming, showing a small crease in his brow. He moved his hand to the boy’s face and smoothed out the skin. He felt a strong protectiveness over the boy that he could only explain by his childish looks and the innocence he radiated.

As he pulled his hand back, missing the warmth that was on it, the boys eyes slowly opened. The stared at the driver for a small amount of time before snapping open in surprise and embarrassment. He shot up, misjudging the distance between him and the driver, and promptly tripped and fell into the other man’s lap.

The driver laughed and looked down at the boy, cherishing his cuteness and wanting to hold him in his lap forever. The boy stopped moving but still looked up surprisingly at the handsome man whose lap he was how using as a chair. He smiled slightly and pulled himself up again, this time much more slowly. He scooted onto the actual seat and looked down at his hands.

Suddenly he realized that he was sitting next to the bus driver. He shot up again but instead of falling down, he found himself leaning against a broad chest and he looked up only to met with the amused eyes of the stunning driver.

“Yah, stop getting so excited. You might hurt yourself.” The driver said with a smile. His voice was smooth and deep, just as the dancer imagined it to be, and it made his stomach fill with butterflies.

“Ah, s-sorry. I guess I’m just jumpy.” The dancer laughed at his own pathetic excuse for his nerves and blushed an even deeper red, mortified at how he was behaving in front of this gorgeous man.

The driver laughed and sat back down along with the dancer.

“Where is everyone?” The dancer asked, looking around and realizing there was no one left but himself and the driver.

“They all got off at their stop, like I’m sure you were supposed to.” The driver smiled at him as he jokingly made fun of the other.

The dancer blushed again and looked down at his hands not wanting to say anything.

The two sat in silence for a little while until the driver decided to break the ice. “So, do you have a ride home?”

The other looked up, shocked, as if he forgot the driver was still there. “Um, n-no I don’t. My mom works late and I don’t know how to drive.” He looked back down at his hands, embarrassed about his dependence and feeling like a child.

Another silence permeated the air.

“Do you... do you want a ride?”

Out of nowhere, the dancer started laughing uncontrollably. “S-sorry,” he said in between gasps of chuckles, “but are you serious?”

“Y-yes,” the driver said surprised at the unexpected change in the other’s attitude. As the dancer kept laughing, though, he found himself joining in. Both of them were soon leaning on each other gasping for breath as rolls of laughter came over their minds.

They both calmed down soon and the driver was curious again.

“So, do you want a ride?” The driver asked, nervous for some reason.

“Um... no I think I’m okay,” The other said suddenly shy, “but thank you for the offer.” The dancer smiled a smile so sweet that that the driver couldn’t help but smile and melt in the glow of it.
“How will you get home though?” The driver asked, seeming amused but on the inside he was truly concerned about the other.

“I can walk. I do have legs you know.” He was joking but the driver could see the exhaustion reflected in his eyes. He grew hesitant as the other stood  and made his way to the front. He was just reaching the door when suddenly,

“Wait!” The driver stood and made his way to the other, turning him around so that he could see his eyes. He was obviously surprised, but the expression soon turned into hesitant expectation.

“Yes?”

“Um... I don’t think you should walk home alone. It’s dark outside and something might happen to you.” It was true. It was already 10 o’clock and this really wasn’t the best neighborhood for someone as pretty and innocent as this boy to be walking in.

“Why do you care?” The dancer had a knowing smile on his face.

“Well... I just, um, don’t want something bad happening to anyone, even if I don’t know them.” He was completely honest. Even if he did feel a certain protectiveness around the other boy, he didn’t want to tell him that in fear of seeming slightly creepy.

“Hmm...” the dancer said, trying to seem like he was considering it when in realty he had already accepted the offer. After all, walking all the way home, especially when he was so tired, wasn’t something he particularly wanted to do. Plus, it didn’t hurt that this man was extremely attractive. “I guess I could accept your offer, as long as you promise to not kidnap or hurt me,” he replied jokingly.

The driver laughed, realizing the other was joking, and led the other off the bus. He locked the door behind him and dropped the keys off at the front desk on his way out.

As they got in the car, the driver smiled to himself at his accomplishment in getting more time to talk with the boy.

The drive was silent other than the occasional direction given by the boy. When they reached his apartment, his heart fell as he realized they might not see each other again. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when the other started talking to him.

“-and not me, that was good.” He was caught off guard by what he said, not realizing how he got there and he slightly stumbled over his next words.

“W-what did you say?”

The other blushed and laughed embarrassingly. “Um, I was just thanking you for the ride. And also not kidnaping or me.” He smiled in an attempt to joke. The attempt made the driver laugh, because really this kid was cute when he tried to be confident and funny.

“Yeah, no problem.” He said laughing a little over his words and smiling at the boy. “Do you- do you think I could get your number?” He asked hesitant and nervous. The other boy laughed but nodded his head. He reached into his bag and retrieved a pen. He turned back around and held his hand out for the other’s.

He wrote the seven numbers in clear writing, and when the driver got his hand back, he felt as though he were carrying something precious. He looked back up and saw the boy staring at him with a small smile on his face.

“What’s your name?” The driver asked, the question coming out of nowhere.

The dancer giggled. “Taemin. What’s yours?”

“My name is Choi Minho.”