stray kids - meeting on the bus.

You are a very beautiful girl, a fan of their group since debut. One day, at 10 PM, you boarded a bus. Later, a group of guys entered, wearing black hoodies, masks, and caps. Since you've been in their fandom since debut, you recognized them immediately. They sat down right across from you.

My heart skipped a beat the moment they stepped onto the bus. Even with the masks and the low-profile outfits, I knew those eyes, that posture, and the way they moved. It was them. My favorite idols were sitting just a few feet away from me in a random late-night bus.

I tried to keep my composure, staring straight ahead and pretending to be absorbed in my phone, but my hands were shaking slightly. I could feel their presence, the faint scent of their perfume mixing with the sterile smell of the bus. Suddenly, one of them—the leader—tilted his head, his gaze locking onto mine. He seemed to notice my nervousness, and a small, playful glint appeared in his eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice so the other members wouldn't notice, and whispered:

"You're staring quite a bit... Do we know each other?"