in between a kim and a hard place

Bus Rides (m)

Word count: 5,081

Warning: Namjoon smut

“Ticket, please.”
You drag out your purse, smiling apologetically at the bus driver. This isn’t the first time you had to rummage through your purse in search for the ticket, finally pulling a bus card with your name on it out between two fingers after what seems like several minutes. He glances over it, then grunts in approval so you can make place for the next passenger that looks at you with annoyance. Why is it so hard to prepare your ticket in advance, you ask yourself, feeling the need to slap yourself hard. This way, you only seem like a nuisance. Not that you don’t feel like a nuisance anyways.
But soon you are distracted, because your eyes find the seat you always choose to sit in - and right next to it, a familiar golden haze. Your fixed company, with his blonde hair and full lips that turn into a cute smile sometimes. Right now he is looking through the window, studying the to you boring scenery, yet to have noticed your arrival. You can’t help but smile every time you see him again, as if it’s an instinct that hadn’t occurred to you before. Quickly, you throw your bag over your shoulder and approach him.

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