here's your jacket
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wonwoo waits idly on the bus stop. his eyes jump from spot to spot, chasing car lights and flickering stars that he can barely see anymore in the gray skies of seoul. it was a bit cold, his arms folded together to keep the warmth intact. the bus should be here in five minutes, seven if delayed. tapping his foot against the gravel, he counted from 500, wishing time would pass by quicker.
the sound of wheels screeching against the pavement shook him out of his trance, orbs fixed on the bus. scrambling to his feet, he grabs his camera and boards the bus, a bit regretful of his wonderful idea of venturing out to ever nook and cranny of the big city. at least he got decent pictures for his mother.
sitting on one of the empty seats, he watches as most of the passengers dozed off to sleep. he was the only one fully awake, paying attention to strangers to kill his boredom and keep him from falling to the same fate. after a few minutes, he found the pastime to be quite boring as no one did a thing. pulling out his almost dead phone, he checks his notifications. five messages and two emails. he'll check them later. as he was bout to plug his earphones on, his ears caught a small rustle, eyes darting to find the source of life. turns out, it was nothing but a bag that sounded heavy from the way it fell. deciding that he had nothing to do anyways, he walked up to the bag, lifts it, and looks at the nearest person.
"sorry, i think you dropped your bag." below that was a jacket, so he grabs it too and raises it. "and your jacket." he finishes it with a poke and a smile, hoping the sleepy man won't mind being woken up from his slumber.
