Unknown Number: hey mom I'm heading out to see you!
(Y/N): I'm sorry? Who's this?
I stared at the screen.
Minutes before, I'd gotten a text from a random number, and I'm not sure if this is a prank or something.
Ding.
Unknown Number: it's your son Park Jimin. Is this not my ma?
I stared at it as my eyebrows furrowed.
Now I'm even more confused.
(Y/N): No this is (Y/N).
I couldn't help but want to know who this is.
He had a more of a male name. (Name commonly used for the male gender.)
Unknown Number: oh! Nice name and sorry for bothering you. I think I mixed up a number.
(Y/N): no no it's fine
lol. If you need someone to text I'm here ㅋㅋ
Unknown Number: will do.
I get lonely so expect
some texts (Y/N) ㅋㅋㅋ
ㅋㅋㅋ
(Y/N): ㅋㅋㅋ
bye Jimin have
fun with your mom.
Jimin: im sure I will.
After that, the texts ended and I was too caught up in school to message the mystery man.
He's Korean...
Maybe if we talk enough, maybe we can meet.
Tsk tsk.
3 months later
Bzzz
My phone buzzed as I sat on the city bus.
I'd been on my way to Busan.
I quickly pulled out my phone, and scanned the name.
Jimin.
After all these months, he still remembered.
Jimin: hey. Sorry I never messaged. I had a great time with my mom, and I even shared the story on what happened.
A smile creeped it's way onto my face.
(Y/N): oh that's good. I'm suprised you'd remembered me ㅋㅋㅋ
Jimin: how could I forget?
That was such an embarrassing moment ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
I silently tried to hold in my giggles as I read his silly texts.
I want to know the person behind the set of numbers.
I couldn't think of a reply.
(Y/N): ㅋㅋㅋ what made you finally text?
I could only imagine what this person was doing.
Jimin: on my way to Busan, to see my mom again, and it reminded me of the that day
I scanned around the bus for any people that could be on their phone.
With a 4 hour ride, people barely had the time.
Only a few had been on it, but for all I know, what a coincidence.
Maybe they're a stalker.
(Y/N): weird question but...you're going to busan too??
ㅋㅋㅋ
Jimin: no way! Are you stalking me?
ㅋㅋㅋ
(Y/N): you wish! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Whatever you do, hope we aren't on the same bus.
Jimin: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Jimin: what do you not want to meet?
(Y/N): not exactly! ㅋㅋㅋ It'd be awkward like what would we say? Hi? 'lets exchange numbers?'ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Jimin: I mean I guess that's an option too.
Jimin: ㅋㅋㅋ
I giggled slightly at this.
I usually have trust issues, but I feel light talking to him.
Like I need to be talking to him.
I just scanned the texts once more, turned off my phone and scanned the bus once more.
Only about 15 not - counting me people where on this bus.
Mostly old people, and others in their teen years.
Punks.
A guy with orange had, that had his eyes glued onto his phone screen, resulting in me not being able to see the persons face.
He sat in the chair across the small isle from me.
We where facing each other, but he didn't look up, so I ended up just staring at his orange juice like hair.
How much longer is this ride? I questioned myself will looking for anyone I could ask.
It was just about to turn 9, so practically every person was sleeping.
Except for him, I'm sure he won't know, he doesn't look that bright - besides his hair.
"Uhm...sir?" I asked awkwardly.
He immediately shut his phone off and looked up at me.
"Hm? What is it?" He asked, in what seemed a shocked expression was masking his face.
"Do you know how much longer?" I asked.
He didn't say anything, he just went onto his phone.
"Well, thanks.." I sourly mumbled under my breath.
"30 minutes." He said, looking up to meet my eyes again.
"Oh! Thank you." I said, bowing my head a bit to show my appreciation.
I could wait another 30 or so minutes right?
I don't know I have to pee pretty bad...
I can hold it.
Probably not the best thing to do, but I can't do anything else about it.
