This will be a double POV story! Will be leaving it in 2 parts! :-)
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Brief description: you have been noticing this really tall and good looking male taking the same bus as you almost everyday and he would always be listening to music and sketching on his little drawing pad that he would carry around with him all the time. You also realized that he worked at a little studio right beside the building you worked at. You've been to his studio before, out of curiosity, and realized it is his little art gallery where he puts up his art pieces for sale and also, he's a freelance photographer. This morning, out of nowhere, he came and stood right beside you in a really tightly packed bus.
"Sorry, excuse me," you muttered, shoving past the people selfishly standing around the door for easy access out of the crowded space when it's their turn to alight. Finally, you manage to plant yourself in a spot that is slightly less crowded and let out a sigh of relief as you silently pray for the day ahead to not be as hectic as today's oddly crazy passenger load. Did everyone oversleep today? You thought to yourself as you connect your wireless earpiece to your smartphone and started playing the latest song by one of your favourite singers, Shawn Mendes. After four stops down from your place, you arrived at a rather familiar area and your eyes shot towards the door, eager to see that familiar face of a guy that has been taking the same bus as you. Sure enough, he boarded the bus and his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the packed condition in the bus as he made his way inwards and towards your direction. Flustered, you quickly looked away and out of the window, pretending that you haven’t been noticing him around.
Song Minho. An artist at All Mighty Song's Gallery and a freelance photographer. You came to know of his name when you realized that he actually worked at a studio right beside your office building - thanks to your friend who dragged you in to take a look at this new place that opened. He was all smiles when he saw that you've entered the place with your friend and walked over to greet the both of you. That was the first time you've seen him up close. He has really thick eyebrows and a sharp nose. You noticed that when he smiles, he was smiling not only from his lips but his eyes too - tiny little wrinkles gather around the corner of his eyes when he just smiles. He has a really small lip and sun-kissed skin that's really smooth. You can't help but be in awe of how nice his skin looks, like is he a fairy? Your friend snapped you out of your thoughts when he had to attend to another customer and you guys have to return back to the office before lunch hour ends. That was it.
You felt a tap against your hand that has been holding on to the bus handles and you glance up to see another handle near yours. Not thinking much, you just looked back at your phone and continue browsing through instagram, a little upset by the fact that this crowded bus is not going to let you see Minho for a bit. Then you felt it again, a tap that felt like it's trying to get your attention. You frowned and looked up once again. That same hand. Sighing, you pluck off your earpiece and turned over to look at whoever it was tapping your handle with theirs.
"Oh you finally took off your earpiece." He said, smiling.
It took you a while before you recognize this tall figure and fruity voice belongs to the one and only - Song Minho. You froze but quickly got back your composure.
"O-oh. Can I help you with anything?" You asked, trying your best not to stutter or let him know that you feel nervous around him.
"Do you know why the bus is so packed today?" He asked before glancing around. "It's not like the usual half packed bus we always take in the mornings."
You held your breath momentarily. He notices you too.
"I guess they all woke up late today?" You said, giving your honest opinion.
He started cracking up at your comment, his handle tapping onto yours as he shifted around slightly. His action earned some eyes from the people around as they turned around to look at him laughing away. Minho quickly noticed and stopped, clearing his throat and giving you a thumbs up. You flashed him a shy smile at his gesture.
"Good one. Love that joke." He beamed, doing his little smile with his eyes again. "Honestly, you have a really nice smile." He muttered, loud enough for you to hear.
You can feel the heat rushing up to your cheeks at his comment and felt a little taken aback by his words. Finally, it was your stop and both of you got off the bus after much struggle with the packed people on the bus.
"Wow, that was really packed." He said, tucking his hands in his pocket. "Oh, and sorry if what I've said just now was too sudden. I, um, can't help it." He said shyly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
You smiled, shaking your head slightly as a gesture to tell him it was alright. You can't believe you're talking to someone you've been lowkey noticing on the bus and you're really loss for words.
"But hey, we are friends now? Bus friends?" He smiled, offering a handshake and you grab his hand for a little shake. "Oh, come over to my gallery sometime when you're free. You've been there right?"
"Yeah, once." You smiled shyly.
There was a quiet pause between the both of you for a while and he quickly waved goodbye before jogging off to his studio. You stood there, slowly letting everything sink into your mind because it happened way to quickly.
Did Minho just talk to me?
