Stray Kids One Shots

Cult- Yang Jeongin

I missed the bus that day.

Every day, I would get home by bus number 8, which would leave around fifteen minutes after school ends, so I had to rush to the stop to catch it. Today, I was late.

My old ex-boyfriend had come to see me out of nowhere and had begged me to get back together. After a half an hour-long drama, I had slapped him and walked away, tears in my eyes.

When I reached the stop, I realized that I had missed the bus and angrily sat down on the bench. The next bus came in around an hour, and my parents were too busy to come to pick me up. Crossing my legs, I take out my phone to keep myself from ending it all. God, I was so damn pissed.

Soon, another boy joined me, sitting down with a gap between us. We didn't mind each other, him taking out his phone too. His uniform told me he was from my school, maybe older than me because I've never seen him around.

"Child, would you help me carry these up the street to my house?" An elderly man limped towards the boy, panting as he dragged multiple heavy bags.

He had faded grey hair, his roots clinging onto the last bit of black. He had a round face, wrinkled with age. Those eyes held wisdom that felt ancient. But there was something off about him... that 'ancient' vibe was too strong.

"Oh of course." The boy smiled widely, grabbing the heaviest bags.

"I'll help you too, sir." I offered, after seeing them struggle.

The man seemed to notice me for the first time, and studied my face for a second, before breaking into a smile.

"Would you sweetheart? Thank you very much."

Bowing slightly, I took the remaining bags from the man. The boy smiled at me as well, and I politely smiled back.

He had unique features, a fox-like face, accentuated by the beautiful eyes. His wide smile filled me with giddy joy, which I contained to compose myself.

"What are your names, kids?" The old man asked, clasping both his hands behind his back.

Don't tell your name to strange-

"Yang Jeongin." The boy said naively, and I mentally facepalmed.

Great, now if I don't tell them my name, it'll make me sound rude.

"I'm Park Y/n," I said shortly.

"You two from the same school?" He questioned.

"I guess so..." I hesitated, feeling awkward. "I'm from class 11 B."

"Oh! I'm 11 A." Jeongin exclaimed.

I tilted my head in confusion. "But I'm sure I've never seen you around..."

"Neither have I." He frowned. "Never mind, at least we know about each other now." He smiled brightly.

"You kids, you'll do each other good." The old man commented.

"What do you mean by that sir?" Jeongin questioned.

The man smiled as if he knew something we didn't. Turning to me, he asked, "You must have been shaken up by your unexpected visitor today, right Y/n?"

I stopped walking. "Excuse me?"

Jeongin glanced at the two of us in confusion. The man's smile stayed, but there was sympathy in his eyes.

"He doesn't deserve you, my child, you weren't fated." He shook his head slowly. "He won't give you up just yet, but you must stay strong, and anchor yourself to a trustable person."