Title: Same Difference Pairing (or character): Jin/Rap Monster Prompt: they meet at the same bus stop every day, but never talk. AU. Note: BTS, happy first anniversary! ♥
He's late. Again. Seokjin is still getting used to this whole living alone and waking up to an alarm thing. He rushes to the bakery on the corner of his street, because late or not, breakfast is still the most important meal of the day. He puts a chocolate bun in his mouth and speed walks to the bus stop a little further ahead.
That guy is already there. He's no longer wearing his shades—he has beautiful eyes, Seokjin really likes them. He straightened his hair, too. Seokjin takes a seat on the other end of the bench, biting on his bun. The bus should come any minute now.
*
He's late. Again. He's running now, because unfortunately breakfast is less important than the test he's supposed to be taking in fifteen minutes. Seokjin hopes the bus doesn't take long—he really doesn't want to have to retake Advanced Statistics.
That guy is already there, Seokjin notices in between panting. He can't really see the color of the guy's hair today, because he has his hoodie covering his head. His eyes are closed, his feet moving to some beat. Seokjin wonders what he does—he's never seen him take a bus the whole time he meets him there. Seokjin is always the first one to go. Seokjin wonders if it's normal to be this curious about a stranger.
And the bus comes.
*
He's late. Again. Seokjin really needs to stop staying up so late. He rushes to the bakery and the owner is already waiting for him by the door, handing him a chocolate bun with a smile and you can pay for that later. Seokjin bows his thank you and continue running to the bus stop.
The guy is already there, sitting with one hand holding a notepad and the other scribbling with a black pen. Seokjin wonders what he's writing—he looks like he's having so much fun, his hand tapping along to the beat coming from his earphone, pressing the tip of his pen on his mouth when he's thinking, and he grins at times when he seems to be struck by inspiration.
There's a honk coming from the road. The bus is here.
*
He's late. Again. Really, Seokjin? Maybe he should stop making appointments so early in the morning, especially when it is one very unimportant meet up with Hoseok. Seokjin wonders why he bothers showing up on time at all, but he doesn't want to be known for being tardy. He doesn't rush, though—he knows Hoseok would be at least fifteen minutes late, too. He has enough time to get a chocolate bun from the bakery and eat it on the bus stop.
Seokjin frowns. The guy isn't there yet. Seokjin moves closer to the bench, and oh, the guy is there, after all. He's crouched down on one end of the bench, talking on the phone. A red beanie covers his currently silver hair—it was blond yesterday. Seokjin thinks silver works better. Seokjin really doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but the guy has shitty phone and he might as well have it on speaker, with the way his caller's voice can be heard from where Seokjin is sitting. Come home, Namjoon, Seokjin manages to catch. Namjoon is a nice name—Seokjin likes the sound of it. I miss you.
He gets to hear the guy's voice while climbing inside the bus. I miss you too, mum. It's low, and hoarse, Seokjin thinks he has a nice voice.
Seokjin smiles in his entire bus ride.
*
He's not late, for once. Seokjin has nowhere to go today—well, it would be ideal if he goes to the library and finish his essays, but that can wait until later. He starts to wonder if he can catch a glimpse of the guy, Namjoon, in the bus stop. Why he wants to, he doesn't really know—maybe he's just got used to starting his day with the sight of the guy in the bus stop, the one who always looks different but somehow feels the same.
He walks leisurely to the bakery, sparing time for coffee, even. This is the way of life, apparently. This is so much more pleasant than rushing and running and being in a hurry every single day. He takes two buns this time, because he actually has time to finish both. He smiles and chats with the lady in the bakery, and finally skips to the bus stop.
Namjoon is already there. No shades and no beanies, and Seokjin is a little embarrassed to say that he notices the way his hair has grown—he used to have shaved sides, not anymore now. He looks so much more beautiful like this, Seokjin thinks shamelessly. He doesn't look as busy, without his notepad and pen, without his earphones. For once, he looks up at Seokjin and flashes him a smile. Seokjin is definitely caught off guard when he returns the smile on impulse.
He hesitates, but Seokjin really hates regretting things, so he squeezes the paper bag on his hand and approaches the other guy.
"Morning," he greets, raising the paper bag. "Breakfast?"
Same Difference
Pairing (or character): Jin/Rap Monster
Prompt: they meet at the same bus stop every day, but never talk. AU.
Note: BTS, happy first anniversary! ♥
He's late. Again. Seokjin is still getting used to this whole living alone and waking up to an alarm thing. He rushes to the bakery on the corner of his street, because late or not, breakfast is still the most important meal of the day. He puts a chocolate bun in his mouth and speed walks to the bus stop a little further ahead.
That guy is already there. He's no longer wearing his shades—he has beautiful eyes, Seokjin really likes them. He straightened his hair, too. Seokjin takes a seat on the other end of the bench, biting on his bun. The bus should come any minute now.
*
He's late. Again. He's running now, because unfortunately breakfast is less important than the test he's supposed to be taking in fifteen minutes. Seokjin hopes the bus doesn't take long—he really doesn't want to have to retake Advanced Statistics.
That guy is already there, Seokjin notices in between panting. He can't really see the color of the guy's hair today, because he has his hoodie covering his head. His eyes are closed, his feet moving to some beat. Seokjin wonders what he does—he's never seen him take a bus the whole time he meets him there. Seokjin is always the first one to go. Seokjin wonders if it's normal to be this curious about a stranger.
And the bus comes.
*
He's late. Again. Seokjin really needs to stop staying up so late. He rushes to the bakery and the owner is already waiting for him by the door, handing him a chocolate bun with a smile and you can pay for that later. Seokjin bows his thank you and continue running to the bus stop.
The guy is already there, sitting with one hand holding a notepad and the other scribbling with a black pen. Seokjin wonders what he's writing—he looks like he's having so much fun, his hand tapping along to the beat coming from his earphone, pressing the tip of his pen on his mouth when he's thinking, and he grins at times when he seems to be struck by inspiration.
There's a honk coming from the road. The bus is here.
*
He's late. Again. Really, Seokjin? Maybe he should stop making appointments so early in the morning, especially when it is one very unimportant meet up with Hoseok. Seokjin wonders why he bothers showing up on time at all, but he doesn't want to be known for being tardy. He doesn't rush, though—he knows Hoseok would be at least fifteen minutes late, too. He has enough time to get a chocolate bun from the bakery and eat it on the bus stop.
Seokjin frowns. The guy isn't there yet. Seokjin moves closer to the bench, and oh, the guy is there, after all. He's crouched down on one end of the bench, talking on the phone. A red beanie covers his currently silver hair—it was blond yesterday. Seokjin thinks silver works better. Seokjin really doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but the guy has shitty phone and he might as well have it on speaker, with the way his caller's voice can be heard from where Seokjin is sitting. Come home, Namjoon, Seokjin manages to catch. Namjoon is a nice name—Seokjin likes the sound of it. I miss you.
He gets to hear the guy's voice while climbing inside the bus. I miss you too, mum. It's low, and hoarse, Seokjin thinks he has a nice voice.
Seokjin smiles in his entire bus ride.
*
He's not late, for once. Seokjin has nowhere to go today—well, it would be ideal if he goes to the library and finish his essays, but that can wait until later. He starts to wonder if he can catch a glimpse of the guy, Namjoon, in the bus stop. Why he wants to, he doesn't really know—maybe he's just got used to starting his day with the sight of the guy in the bus stop, the one who always looks different but somehow feels the same.
He walks leisurely to the bakery, sparing time for coffee, even. This is the way of life, apparently. This is so much more pleasant than rushing and running and being in a hurry every single day. He takes two buns this time, because he actually has time to finish both. He smiles and chats with the lady in the bakery, and finally skips to the bus stop.
Namjoon is already there. No shades and no beanies, and Seokjin is a little embarrassed to say that he notices the way his hair has grown—he used to have shaved sides, not anymore now. He looks so much more beautiful like this, Seokjin thinks shamelessly. He doesn't look as busy, without his notepad and pen, without his earphones. For once, he looks up at Seokjin and flashes him a smile. Seokjin is definitely caught off guard when he returns the smile on impulse.
He hesitates, but Seokjin really hates regretting things, so he squeezes the paper bag on his hand and approaches the other guy.
"Morning," he greets, raising the paper bag. "Breakfast?"