Bus Stop

The Cold Encounter and a Big Decision

The whole day felt different.

I was like someone who had just started living.

Even during class, the teacher looked at me with surprise.

— You’re in a great mood today, Jung-ho.

But at night, sleep wouldn’t come.

I kept replaying that moment in my head—his eyes, the way time stopped.

The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror again, fixing my hair and choosing my best outfit.

It felt like preparing for something big, something that could change everything.

With a heart pounding wildly, I walked to the bus station.

And… he came.

The sunlight hit his hair the same way, wrapping him in that golden glow.

It was like the world had conspired to repeat that moment for me.

I took a deep breath.

This time, I swore I would say something.

Even a simple hi would be enough.

The bus door opened.

He stepped on, the same cold confidence in his stride.

I took one step toward him, my lips parting to speak.

But before I could say a word, he glanced at me and said coldly,

— Sorry, I have to go.

Without hesitation, he walked past me and got on the bus.

I froze.

The door closed behind him, and the sound felt like a punch to my chest.

The bus drove away, taking him with it.

I stood there, my smile fading, my heart sinking.

The only thing left was the faint trace of his scent in the air.

A trace that burned with every breath, whispering:

"This is only the beginning…"

[Classroom]

Yuri raised an eyebrow when he saw my empty expression.

— So? Did you talk to him?

My lips were dry.

I could only whisper,

— Not even a single word…

Yuri put his hand on his forehead and laughed, though it sounded more like pity.

— Oh my God, you’re officially in love.

— What should I do now?

My voice shook. My heart was beating with fear and excitement all at once.

Yuri’s mischievous smile spread across his face.

— You said he always sits in your seat, right?

— Yes…

My eyes were full of desperation, my hands restless.

— Then leave something for him. A scarf, a book, anything that smells like you.

I lowered my head and muttered,

— I have a white wool scarf… a birthday gift from my mom.

Yuri’s eyes lit up.

— Perfect. Leave it on the seat. And tomorrow… wait for him to return it.

The room went silent.

In that silence, I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Yuri grinned.

— This is where your love story begins, Jung-ho.

✨ End of Part 3 – The Cold Encounter and a Big Decision

💫 The story continues in Part 4… 💫