HANEUL thought again about those rumors claiming Taeyang came from a chaebol family. It was never confirmed, but seeing him clueless about riding a public bus made those stories seem a little more believable.
His thoughts cut off when he noticed the driver frowning at Taeyang's back. He quickly pulled out his T-money card and tapped it twice on the card reader near the fare box.
"For me and my friend back there," he said with a sweet smile. He even removed his glasses so he could easily divert the driver's attention.
It seemed to work. The crease between the driver's brows finally smoothed out, his expression even shifting to a smile aimed at Haneul. As if he had already moved past the earlier incident. Haneul let out a small sigh of relief before turning to make his way down the aisle.
But he nearly stopped walking when he noticed Taeyang still standing there. His back was stiff, like he was frozen in place. Did he not know where to sit?
