#anirpingproblems

the streets of seoul were getting a bit crowded, and jr. was very much looking forward to reaching the bus stop that he needed to get to. however, the cold weather made it seem ridiculously far away. when had the weather gotten so cold all of a sudden anyway?  he pulled his scarf closer to him and made sure that his gloves were on properly. "just a few more steps," he practically sang as music blasted in his earbuds. without thinking much of the people around him, he began to sing, occasionally breaking out into random dance as it not only warmed him up but it made the walk seem much shorter.

there weren't too many people at the bus stop. a few older ahjumma's and a few people his own age. he shrugged. he usually kept to himself on bus rides anyway, so when the bus showed up, he waited patiently in line, letting the older women cut in front of him. fortunately, the bus wasn't terribly crowded, but unfortunately, it was crowded enough that all the seats were gone. he sighed softly to himself as he lifted up his hands and grabbed one of the bars to hold onto. his legs typically held him well enough that even with sudden breaking, he would do alright.