Today was just not my day, and that’s all I can really say about it. I woke up late because my idiot brothers thought that it would be funny to unplug my alarm clock while I was asleep, I forgot my wallet, meaning I have absolutely no cash for lunch today, and to top it all off my left backpack strap broke off while I was leaving my house, and normally that wouldn’t have been a problem, I would have just turned around and switched out my bags, but no~ I couldn’t even do that because I was already running late, and I couldn’t afford to miss the bus and ruin my streak of always being on time, if not early.

 So I trudged along the side of the road, while struggling to keep my backpack from falling off my right shoulder.

 Taking deep breaths to keep my calm, I sped up my pace to insure my on time arrival at the bus stop, because heaven knows what I’d do if I had to walk all the way to work. I shook my head at the thought of walking all the way from Sinsa-dong to Apgujeong-dong with this burden on my back slowing me down.

 After reaching the bus stop I took a seat on the dark green bench and checked my sleek black Galaxy S4.

 I looked up from my phone when I heard the screeching sigh of the bus coming to a stop in front of me. Subconsciously allowing the rest of the people to get on board before me, leaving me to try and find a place to stand within the sea of people. But see, there is a problem with this whole ‘standing’ thing, because well, I’m only 5’3” and definitely way too short to reach the handles hanging from the ceiling of the bus. Slightly panicking, I crane my neck over the pack of tired passengers trying to find at least a small opening by the wall to squeeze into, and with no luck, I am forced to attempt to keep my balance and not fall into any grumpy ajuhmmas.

BUMP *Too late -_-*

 “Whoa!” I gasped losing my balance as the bus took a sharp turn, and without realizing it, guess what I did, I grabbed ahold of someone’s shirt , and not just any someone’s, but a nicely built someone’s (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). And before I could even react or apologize I felt his arms loosely wrap themselves around my waist, as if not to startle me too much, but to help me keep my balance.

 “I’ve got you, so just keep holding onto my shirt, okay?” he half whispered through the bustling chatter.

 Finally taking my eyes off of his long sleeve, black shirt (with one white stripe on his upper left arm) to see the owner of this reassuring voice, and boy did I get the shock of my life. My heart, I’m sure, had stopped, it was the mysterious BaekHyun, Byun BaekHyun. Not only a part of the most famous group or kingkas in school, but someone who has always seemed so close to me, even if I had never actually talked to him before,*or attempted to for that matter.*

 I nodded in response then looked away, not quite sure that I could trust my own voice under the embarrassment.

 “Mia”

 I looked up baffled; no one had been allowed to call me that since the 6^th grade. “Mwoh?”

 “Oh come on, don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten about me” He said looking at me with wide eyes.

 “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” I said tilting my head to the side looking up at him, and surprisingly I didn’t feel awkward with the amount of skinship happening along with the close proximity of our faces. I was more confused with why I wasn’t getting upset at the fact that he was using the nickname that he (No, not the He in the sky, the he that I miss so much) had given me.

 “Wah~ daebak.” He said with a look of disbelief.

 “What?” I said slightly getting annoyed.

 “I just can’t believe that you wouldn’t remember your own best friend, yeah it’s been a couple of years, but I mean we didn’t just play together every day in elementary school or anything.” He rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh.

 And then it hit me, the reason I felt so comfortable in his arms, or how every time he smiled at me in the halls or pouted and looked towards me when his friends were being ridiculous it felt so familiar. Or the reason why I didn’t blow up when he called me ‘Mia’, because he had the right to, he was him.

 “Hy-Hyun-ah?” I stuttered, my heart beat increasing.

 He pinched my side and I jumped, laughing. Yep, this is most definitely him, only he knows that I am ticklish, and I know that for a fact because I had never let anyone get close enough to me after he had left, to know that, plus he would always use it as a weapon against me. Suddenly feeling a wave of emotions come over me, I threw my arms round his neck mumbling “It really if you!” as I took in the all too familiar scent of his, the one of sweets and lavender, the way he always smelt after spending a day with his mom. Momentarily forgetting that we were on a public bus, I hugged him tighter, and he returned the hug chuckling into my hair.

 ‘So now you remember me~” He joked.

 “Well excuse me for not realizing that the schools kingka is my ice cream loving Hyun-ah~ Mehrong.” I teased sticking my tongue out at him.

 “I know, I know” He laughed.

 “Plus… I’m not the one who stopped showing up.” I mumbled hoping he wouldn’t hear.

 But when I looked up and saw the hesitance in his eyes, I know that he had heard my quiet accusation, and thankfully we were pulling up to my stop and I could save myself from this embarrassment.

 Trying to escape as fast as possible, I said a quick “It was nice seeing you again, bye. And ran off the bus, not even thinking of the possibility… that this could be his stop too.”