Jungkook:

My car had been fixed for a few weeks now. Not that Jimin needed to know that.

I jumped onto the bus just in time before the doors closed and crushed me to death. I hurry down to his seat, where as always I find him there leaning against the window, headphones in, world shut out.

He smiles at me with moon crescent eyes and moves his bag from next to him to let me sit down. He removes his headphones. 'Car still not working?' He asks me.

I sigh dramatically. 'Nope, we took it to the garage but they said it may need more parts replacing' I lie.

'Ah that sucks.' Jimin says, mouth turning up at one end in a comforting 'what can you do' kind of smile.

'Oh I almost forgot.' I say, fumbling around in my pocket. I pull out the white plastic object, dangling it in front of Jimin's face. His brows furrow and he holds out his hand for me to drop it in his palm.

'What is it?' He asks, inspecting the object.

'It's a headphone splitter.
I bought it the other day. You plug in your headphones here,'
I demonstrate using my own headphones and plugging them in, 'and then the other person plugs theirs in the other side and voila! You can share the music!' I explain triumphantly. Jimin looks at me for a second, raising one of his eyebrows before breaking into laughter.

'What's funny?' I ask.

'What's the point? We could just share the same earphones like we always do.' He laughs.

'But this is COOLER!'  I exclaim, causing Jimin to laugh all over again.
I unplug his headphones from his phone and attach them to the headphone splitters. I plug in my own, and begin to tap away at my phone.

'Bus playlist?' Jimin asks peering over at my phone screen. 'You made a playlist...called Bus playlist?'
He laughs as I feel my cheeks burn red.

'The journey is long, I had to make something to entertain us.' I smile before pressing play.

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I silently thank the world for making our bus journey so long that day. And for the blessing of this route being taken by me and Jimin only. No other students in our year, except for like two younger students we didn't know and a few other older passengers on their way to work for the day.

We had listened to countless songs from the 'Bus playlist' and I had shown Jimin some of my favourite songs, most of which I hadn't shared with anyone else.

'Wait for it, wait for it!' I shake him excitedly. The music cuts out for a split second only to be filled with the guitar strumming a little tune before- 'BAM!' I shout, making the two old ladies a few seats ahead of us turn round in shock.

'WASN'T THAT BIT SO COOL?!'
I ask Jimin, air drumming along.

'This song was better than the one before buuuuut not as good as that first one you showed me.' Jimin tells me.

'Seriously?! Jimin, you really need to re-evaluate. This one would be the best on the playlist.'

'Would be? What do you mean would be the best?' Jimin asks, head turning to face me.

'It would be the best...IF this song wasn't on the playlist.' I announce, pressing skip to the next song. The sound of strings being strummed begins to play.

It was a song I had always loved, simple, soft and sweet. No backing music. Just the ukulele and the words.
It was a cover by a band of a song called 'Can't help falling in love'.
I glanced over to Jimin for a reaction. He turned and looked out the window, staying quiet as the lyrics began.

I listen to the lyrics, and although
I didn't know much English, I had learnt these lyrics over the many times the song had kept me company at night as I lay falling asleep.

I look over at Jimin, whose brown eyes wander around at the world passing by, the morning sunlight that filtered through tree leaves caught in them.

Jimin:

I actually knew this song. I had played it so many times. But I didn't tell him that. I wanted him to be as excited showing me this song as he had been with the others.

I look out the window, too shy to look anywhere else. Suddenly sitting next to him felt different. It was fine a second ago, but since this song started playing I had become...nervous?

I listen to the lyrics, knowing too well what they were about, making me feel even more awkward. I think about them as the bus drives along, singing along in my head.

Jungkook:

Wise men say,
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you

Jimin:

Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin...

Jungkook:

Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you...

I looked over at Jimin again. Traced his outline with my eyes, following it down all the way to his hand that laid palm up on the seat in the small space between our legs.

Before I knew what I was doing, I slid my fingers into his open palm.

Jimin:

I disintegrated.

Jeon Jungkook had paralysed me with a single movement.

His fingers slid like silk between my own, and his hand was warm. Really warm.

I fix my eyes to the window - did I really have any other option? If I turned to face him now I might melt. Except much more violently.

Jungkook:

I wrapped my fingers around his hand. To my surprise, my hand was bigger than his. It fit almost perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.

His hand stayed open. He hadn't bent his fingers around mine. He still hadn't looked at me. God. Was I being weird? Did I just mess everything up?

The song came to an end, and the bus jolted to a halt as we arrived at the  stop right outside school.

Jimin:

The bus stopped. A flood of reality hit me and I quickly slipped my hand out of Jungkook's so no one at school would see us.

I throw on my bag and hurry off the bus quickly, not even stopping to unplug my headphones. I just leave them on the bus, along with a dazed Jungkook. I leave him there without saying a word.

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Later that day I decided not to go to art class out of worry I'll disintegrate all over again. Instead I hang around round the back of the school where me and the gang bunked class sometimes.

I sit on the steps there, not knowing what to do with myself. I look down at my hand. Tried holding it for myself. Nothing. It didn't feel the same.
Maybe he was magic. Yep. That had to be it. He had magic that could make your hand feel like every nerve in it was working all at once.

I shake my head at my thoughts.
You weirdo Jimin.

I stay there until I hear the bell for the end of the school day ring, and rush out the gate before I could bump into anyone.

Especially any brown eyed magic guys.