Taehyung stood at the front of the bus, his steely gaze cutting through the bustling crowd. As he collected fares, his expression remained icy, a mask that concealed the storm brewing beneath the surface. To the passengers, he was just a bus conductor, a necessary figure in their daily commute. But inside, his mind was a labyrinth of dark thoughts and possessive tendencies. Each coin dropped into his hand felt like a reminder of his control, a power he relished. He watched them closely, studying their movements and conversations, feeling a twisted satisfaction in their oblivion to the chaos that danced behind his calm façade. Anger simmered just below the surface, ready to erupt at the slightest provocation, a constant reminder of the depths of a psyche that both intrigued and terrified him

Taehyung: he is taking money from passanger's