"Can you move your seat up?"
It's not often that Chanyeol decides to use public transportation. The reason being his love for his motor cycles- they offer him the kind of exhilaration that nothing else does, as well as a sense of freedom. Speed. Why would he give that up for anything in the world?
Save for when the rainy season begins. That’s just not doable at all. Water pours down from the skies for days on end and the streets are flooded. Chanyeol might be rash and impulsive, but he’s not stupid. He’s not going to get himself killed on his motor bike, that’s for damn sure, and to him the thought of being somehow terribly injured in an accident is even more frightening. What would he possibly do with himself if he ended up in a wheel chair or something? It’s not a happy thought, so he doesn’t think about it and does the right thing. He swallows his pride and does what everyone else does, gets on the damn subways and buses.
This bus though is not an ordinary bus. It’s a long distance one, an express bus from Seoul to Busan, because Chanyeol has been summoned there for a consultation. It’s nearing a public holiday however, so trains are packed already, and he couldn’t get a ticket. A bus was his only option. It’s still uncomfortably full and he starts squirming in his seat half an hour into the trip- he has way too many hours ahead of him, and that frustrates him to no end. He lowers his seat and puts it back up and lowers it again, and then settles for jiggling his leg and playing games on his phone even though that does absolutely nothing in the long run.
And then there’s a hand on his shoulder, nudging him, and he sits up straight and stares at the boy over the head rest of his seat with confusion written all over his face. What? His eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open like the dumbass that he is ( not ). If only he wasn’t deaf...
