Coffee And Violets (SUGA) CH1 - Hoseok

Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH1 - Hoseok

    You glance up after hearing the bell ring, signaling someone came into the cafe. A boy with dark hair and a bright smile walks in.

    "Hello! What can I get for you today?" you greet.

    "Could I get a caramel macchiato?" He asks.

    "Yep! Will that be for here or to go?"

    "To go, please." He responds.

    You begin to make his drink as he leans against the counter. Soon enough his drink is ready and you package it up, sliding it across the counter to him.

    "Thanks!" He takes a sip of it, "Hey, this is really good! I'll have to come here more often."

    "Thank you!" you respond, proud of your skills.

    "Actually, I've been meaning to bring this up the whole time, but I run the flower shop right next door."

    "No way!" You respond, genuinely surprised. You guess you had a blind spot for that shop, you never bothered to check it out.

    "I'm sorry I never came by! I guess I should introduce myself then. My name is Y/N"

    "Nice to meet you Y/N! I'm Hoseok."

    You two talked about running businesses, funny exchanges with customers, and the struggles of living on your own. Since it was a slower afternoon in the cafe, you welcomed the conversation.

    "So, do you run this place all by yourself?" He asked, tilting his head.

    "Yeah. I tried getting someone else working here once, but it didn't work out too well." you answer. He nods in response.

    "Do you run your shop by yourself?" You ask him.

    "Actually no!" He responds, "I run it with my friend Yoongi. We've known each other for years now, so we work pretty well together."

    "That's awesome!" You say, "It must be nice having a friend you've known for so long"

    There's a pause in the conversation while he seems stuck on what to say. You notice and add, "I'm just kind of introverted, is all. I had a best friend I was really close with in elementary school!"

    "What happened to them?"

    "We drifted apart in middle school. Once we went into high school, she moved away."

    "I'm sorry to hear that..," He says.

    "We weren't really into the same things anymore. I was busy with my writing, she was caught up with other things. We'd only call every few months and when we did, we'd have nothing to talk about."

    "I see" He said before taking a sip of his drink.

    "I'm sorry for rambling on so much! We don't need to have a pity party, that was years ago. I'd be glad to have new friends though. Maybe you can be one?" You trail off, a little embarrassed at your directness.

    "Of course! Let me give you my number."

    You pull out your phone and he types in his number. He sends a quick text to himself before grabbing his own phone to save the contact.

    "You said you were a writer?" He asks.

    You nod in response. "I have been since I was young, but as I got older I became consumed in my fictional worlds. I'd always be drafting new plots or naming new characters. Sometimes I'd even draw my own characters, though I'm not much of an artist" You laugh.

    "That's so cool! I'd love to read your work sometime!"

    "Yeah! That'd be nice" You respond.

    "Alright. I better get back to the shop, but I'll talk to you again soon, 'kay? Maybe next time I can bring Yoongi along."

    "Sure! Enjoy your drink" You smile.

    He leaves the shop and you sigh to yourself, delving into your thoughts. That was so much fun, I haven't had a conversation like that in forever. Maybe it'll be nice having a new friend to talk to.

You pull out your phone and check your recent messages. His name had been saved as 'Hoseok :)'. You laugh to yourself. "His positive vibe sure is contagious."

Written in the Pages (RM) CH3

𝄆 𝄞 Namjoon POV 𝄇

"Why do you want to talk to me?"

I froze up. Why do I want to talk to you? Because I like you... But now is too early for a confession like that. Am I that awkward? Is she bored of me? Why is she asking a question like this, is it not enough to just have lunch with someone new?

"I-"

"Namjoon, we're going to be late! Let's go!" Yoongi calls out from a distance.

I start to follow him as I walk towards my next class, turning around to say to her:

"Because

I

like

you"

It was the only thing I could think of. That was the reason, after all. I just hope the noise of the crowd around us was enough to block out my unplanned confession. Nervously, I ran to my next class to ensure I'd be there on time, the blush still covering my face as I left.

𝄆 𝄞 Y/N POV 𝄇

As he ran off into the hallways, he said one last thing to me. Though I saw his mouth move, the only words I could make out were 'Because I'. That doesn't really answer my question, but he has a certain look of sincerity in his eyes that makes me believe him. Maybe he doesn't need a reason to be friends with me, maybe I only blend in because I've never tried to stand out. Maybe I'm more than what others have led me to believe.

𝄆 𝄞 𝄇

This evening as I sat at my desk, I scrolled through Instagram on my phone. In the suggested accounts for me to follow, Namjoon's was there. I can tell by the profile picture and posts he made of him and some of his friends whom I met today.

My thumb hovers over the follow button, still trying to decide if it's too soon or not.

Before I have a chance to make a decision, my cat jumps onto my desk and rattles the table. Petting her a few times, I look back down at my phone and realize I accidentally already clicked follow.

oh

no

When I come back to my room after having dinner, I check my phone, surprised to find two new notifications. 'One new follower' and 'one unread message'. I open up the app and see that he followed me back, but what surprises me more is the DM.

"Hey :)"

Hidden Behind a Smile (JIN) CH5 - The Message

(SEOKJIN POV)

I walk into the shop, immediately noticing Y/N slumped over at the register. I walk over.

"Hey! How'd the fan meet go?"

"Ugh," she groans, "I totally embarrassed myself in front of Jin. Again. Last night was a whirlwind of emotions."

"Really? What happened?" I ask.

"So, the other members all went fine, but when I saw Jin I like, stopped breathing?" She chuckles, "He was so gorgeous, you wouldn't even understand, J. He was wearing this red shirt, anyways! So when I got to him, I was so focused on him that I wasn't looking where I was going and totally tripped in front of everyone."

"Oh no!" I said, grinning like a fool beneath my mask that she thought I was so attractive she tripped.

"He was super nice about it though! We joked for a bit and then he signed my album. He was even more amazing than I thought he'd be..." She trails off.

"Is that it?" I question. Surely she noticed my note, right?

"Yep! That's all." She smiles, "It was great though! Thank you so much for the tickets."

"Did you read what he-, what the members wrote to you?" I'm completely fishing at this point. Saturday is tomorrow! I need her to read it if my plan is to work!

"No, I figured they just write their signature or something"

"Really? Well I heard that they write little notes on the photo books. I've seen screenshots of people who's idols even asked them out or gave the fan their phone number! Hey, maybe Jin asked you out!" I tease.

"Oh please, why would Jin like me? He could have any girl."

But I want you...

"Just sayin'. It's worth checking, right?"

"I guess." She mumbles, "Stop getting my hopes up though! I'm just happy that I was able to meet him at all. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get back to work."

I sigh and leave the shop. What if she doesn't read it in time? What if she's disappointed and doesn't show up? What if she realizes it's me and doesn't like me at all anymore?

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(YOUR POV)

I clock out of my shift and walk home. On the way, I think about what J had said.

What was that about? Was he trying to tell me something? He seemed so serious about reading the messages...

I brush it off as I walk through my door. After putting my stuff away, I sit down at my desk where I left the album yesterday. Opening up the photo book, I begin reading what they wrote. I laugh and smile reading through them. Memories from yesterday fill my mind and I gush at the amazing experience.

After reading all the others, I flip to Jin's page. Before I begin, I think back to what J said. What if he did ask me out?

"Don't be silly, Y/N. That sort of thing only happens in fan fiction."  Say out loud. I start to read the page.

Dear Y/N,

Thank you so much for listening to our music and coming to the signing today! Your support means the word to us. I'd like to see you again. Wanna meet at Lotte World this Saturday at 10:00 am?

I'll be waiting for you,

Your Jinnie

If it wasn't on the desk, I would have dropped the book. Jin, THE Jin, wants to meet ME? A random girl who couldn't even afford the tickets to the fan sign? Some worker at a convenience store? Me? He wants to meet me at Lotte World?

"Wait, Friday, Saturday, tomorrow.." I mumble to myself, "TOMORROW IS THE DAY I'M SUPPOSED TO MEET HIM?" I practically scream.

I rush to my closet and flip through the clothes.

"No, no, no, not good enough!!" I yell.

I crumble to the floor. Not because I can't find something to wear, but because the reality of the situation hit me.

"If anything he just thought I was cute, and when he gets to know me he'll find out I'm a total weirdo with 7,000 pictures of him on my phone." Right as I say that, my phone buzzes. I'm relieved to find that J had messaged me.

J: I know you're off your shift by now. Did your sweetheart leave you a message? 😉

Me: J.., This is crazy

J: What? Did he actually?

Me: He asked me to meet him at Lotte World tomorrow..

J: Oh wow! It looks like your crush finally noticed :) congrats!

Me: No!! This is a problem! He's gonna meet me and think I'm insane!

J: And why would he think that?

Me: I can't believe I'm telling this to you...

Me: I have like- a million photos of him,

Me: He's my phone lock screen,

Me: I didn't even buy the ticket myself,

J: I don't see why he wouldn't like you because of THAT

Me: I'm friends with this weird guy named J,

J: Hey! You take that back! I'm the only reason you get to go on a date with Jin tomorrow 😡

Me: You're just jealous because you wish it was you on a date with me ;)

J: Nope. A date with Jin, though, I am jealous of that.

I laugh and set my phone down on my bed. J always has a weird ability of making me feel better. I decide to go to bed to be sure that I'm well rested before my date tomorrow.

Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH2 - Sunlight

My heart dropped. No, shattered. How could she say that? And in front of me? Doesn't she know by now that I'm a dancer?

"Well, I kinda like dancing... Maybe I could help you! Er-you know, if you want. Just as, like- to repay you for the seeds."

"I don't know... it's due tomorrow-"

"Stacy! Who was at the door?" A voice from inside called.

"Oh-uh, no one mom!" she responds.

Stacy... It's a nice name. A foreign one though, I wonder where she moved here from.

Her mom comes to the door anyway, and greets me with a warm smile.

"Hello! I'm Stacy's mom. And who might you be?"

"I'm a friend of Stacy. I was talking with her about her assignment in her dance class." I said.

"Oh really? I thought you said you didn't have any assignments due soon?"

✿

Stacy's perspective:

My mom turns to look at me. The seeds weren't his fault, but he's seriously ruining my day now. Why did he have to tell her that?

"I was just coming by to return something and ask if she wanted any help on it, since I'm a dancer."

"Oh wow! That would be great, right Stacy?"

I hum in response, but it is not okay. I don't know him and I don't need more people seeing my awful coordination.

"You can come in and practice in Stacy's room if you'd like. Thank you so much for helping her!" My mom continued enthusiastically.

She motioned him in. Without any time to clean up my messy room, here we both are. I anxiously clear my throat and he hovers near the door.

"So... what choreography is it? Do you have instructions or..." he trails off.

"Yeah we have a video. We're supposed to like... memorize it." I say as I open up my laptop and pull up the video. 

✿

He's actually a really good dancer. After watching the video just a couple times, he was able to do most of it. He helped me memorize the full choreography, spending more time on challenging parts. I thought it would be really awkward, but once we started dancing it got much easier to talk to him. 

After going through the entire choreography with no aid from the video for the last time, we both collapse onto my bedroom floor. 

As I catch my breath, I mumble, "we did it... we actually finished"

He's also out of breath, but on his face is a huge smile.

"That was a lot of fun. Great job us!"

"Yeah. Thank you for helping me, I might actually pass now." I laugh as I say.

"Are you kidding? You'll do great! You give yourself a hard time, but I think you did an amazing job." He encourages.

I feel myself blush a bit as he says it. I'm not used to people complimenting me, especially with something like my dancing. Shyly, I give a slight nod.

✿

We exit my room and are shocked to find it dark outside. We lost track of time.

"How did it go? You guys have been practicing for a long time." My eomma says.

"Shoot, don't you need to get home?" I ask him, a bit of panic in my tone.

"Actually, I live next door to you guys! Surprise~" He announces.

I can't even give a response, just a shocked expression before my mom speaks.

"That's crazy! In that case, why don't you ask your parents if you can stay for dinner?"

"Oh." He says. "Actually, it's just me."

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" My mom rapidly apologizes.

"No no no! They're not dead or anything!" He clarifies. "They live in Gwangju. I'm new to Seoul, I moved here because I'm training to be an idol!"

"Really? That must be a lot of work. And it's a big apartment to stay in, all alone..." She trails off in thought.

"We insist then. You must stay for dinner!" My eomma pressures.

Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH1 - The First Seed

BEFORE READING: The main character, Stacy, has two moms! She calls one of her moms 'Mom' and her second mom (The one from South Korea) 'Eomma' based on the Korean word for mom! This is just a note to avoid confusion. Happy reading! 

I look down at the pavement and notice a cluster of vincas growing in between the sidewalk cracks. They're a magnificent periwinkle shade, and despite the city's busy atmosphere, they grow contently. I wish I could be more like that. I just don't belong here. I'm originally from the United States, but we moved to Seoul because of my eomma. She wants to be closer to her relatives. Luckily, she taught me and my mom some Korean, but we can only keep up a basic conversation.

The vincas remind me of my home, but mainly the garden I had worked on for years. The climbing roses and rainbows of snapdragons, and our weeping cherry tree that I would sit under whenever I felt lonely. I can't find any green here in the city, and my only garden is a window box we squeezed into the balcony of our cramped apartment. I can't enjoy it here. This is not my home.

I reach my mailbox and pull out my recent order. There are no nurseries in Seoul, so I ordered some seed packets online. Excited, I open the poly mailer and take out my packets. They aren't much, but they are enough to satisfy me for now.

A group of idol trainees practice in a street performance next to me. They're quite talented, but I didn't notice at the time as I was too fixated on the seeds. I wish I had, before I bumped into one of the members. I drop my loosely-sealed seed packets, and all my hope disappears as they scatter across the curb. I forget to apologize, trying to salvage as many as I can. The trainees stop dancing and some of them try to help me gather my seeds, but it's no use now. I'll never be able to figure out which seeds are which.

"I'm so sorry, I got too immersed in my dance! Can I help you pick them up?" He asks.

"It's no use now... I won't even be able to recognize them." I reply, tears starting to form in my eyes.

"We can still save some of them!" One of the other boys adds, "It'll just be a surprise when they grow!"

One of the older boys sighs, "you need to be more careful Hoseok!"

"Can I pay you back? How much did they cost?" The original boy said, apparently named Hoseok.

"Don't worry about it. I'm the one who bumped into you, It's my fault." I said.

"But-"

"Thank you guys for trying." I stood and brushed off my knees, leaving the scene. Those seeds were my last hope.

✿

When I open the door to my apartment, my mom already begins to ask me questions.

"How's the new school going? I know you're not that interested in performing arts, but it was the closest one we could find to our apartment."

"It's fine." I replied.

"Do you have any electives?"

"The only annoying class is dance, I'm terrible at it."

"That's too bad." My mom sighed, "Do you have any friends in the class who could help you?"

"No." I've been trying to end this conversation. I'm already in a bad mood, and the last thing I want to talk about is dance.

"Hey, aren't midterms coming up?" She asks, persistent.

Oh shoot- I start to panic. I forgot about tomorrow. We have to memorize a long choreography, and I can hardly do seconds of it. I don't want to tell her though, because then she'll want to help and I really just need to be alone.

"Yeah." I try to answer nonchalantly.

"So?" She raised her voice a bit, "Do you have any important ones soon?"

"I don't think so," I lied.

"You need to stay on top of these things, Stacy."

I hum in response and retreat to my bedroom. The apartment is small, but at least I get some privacy.

After I hear the click of my door closing I rush to open my laptop. I pull up the video showing the dance we have to do, and feel chills run down my spine.

There's no way...

I won't be able to get this in on time

Still, I practice as hard as I can to spare as much embarrassment as possible tomorrow, though some is inevitable.

✿

Hoseok's Perspective:

"Don't worry hyung! I'm almost done picking them up..." Jungkook says.

"Don't bother, she already left." Namjoon tells him.

I feel really bad. I didn't even notice her as I was dancing, it was my fault. I get the feeling those seeds meant a lot to her.

I notice something near the empty seed packets. I walk over to investigate, finding the poly mailer her seeds came in. An idea came to me. If her address is on the packaging, I can find her and apologize!

"You guys continue without me. I have to go."

"What? But we only just got started..." Taehyung complains.

"I know I know, but this is important!" I counter.

Without any further words said, I head off to find her.

✿

I reached the building the packaging led me to. I walked up the stairs to her floor, which was easy to find because this is also the building I live in. I happen to live in the apartment beside hers. I feel even worse now, how could I have already made a bad impression on my new neighbor?

I ring the doorbell before I even figure out what to say when she answers. After a pause, I hear aggressive footsteps approach the door.

"Hello, what can- wait... you?" She answers.

"H-hi! I-um, I wanted to... give you back the packaging to the-uh, to the seeds." nailed it.

"Oh, you didn't really have to. Thanks." she replied, not even looking at me.

An awkward silence forms as we both run out of things to say. I notice beads of sweat on her face, and she seems to be slightly winded. Based on her tone of voice and stance, she seems tense.

Curious, I ask, "So... what are you up to?"

"Oh, I have this assignment for a class I'm taking."

"Hmm. What class is it? Er- if you don't mind me asking." I try to continue. She seems hesitant, so I attempt to lighten the mood.

"It's just 'cause some of my friends, or, I guess other trainees, are also going to a school in this area, so if you're going to that one you might know them."

"Ah." She said, not very interested in my ramble. "It's a dance class. Dance One."

My expression lifts and I get excited. Maybe I can help her! That's how I'll repay her. I love dance, I'm sure I can be useful in some way for this assignment.

She continues, "-but it's really stupid. I hate dancing. I'm not good at it, and it looks really dumb anyways."

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Written in the Pages (RM) CH6

𝄆 Jungkook POV 𝄇

"Guys! Guys!" I huff.

"Woah, where'd you go man?" Hoseok questions.

"And why are you breathing so hard?" Taehyung jokes.

"I.. Y/N..."

Namjoon jumps up, "Y/N? What happened with Y/N?"

"She went to the bathroom, and I followed her, and, and those girls," I heave, "they were trash talking us and then they started bullying Y/N, she must have been hiding from them, and then they left and she was crying and-"

"I'm going to find her" Namjoon growls.

Suddenly, she strides up to the table. Grabbing her stuff, she bows to us, "thank you for lunch. I have to go now." Her eyes are puffy and her face is red from obvious crying.

"No, no no no." Namjoon pulls her to face him, "you don't look okay. We heard what happened. We-"

"It's fine. I'll see you around." She starts to walk away.

"Hyung, maybe-"

He bolts after her. They both exit the cafeteria. I turn to the rest of the boys, their faces showing equally confused expressions.

𝄆 Y/N POV 𝄇

I run into the library, the only place where I know I can be alone. Except I'm not. As I approach my favorite table in the back, Namjoon is still trailing behind me.

"I said it's fine."

"It's not fine" he says, "I don't know what they said, but I know they hurt you. And I never want to see anyone hurt you."

"Why do you care?" I sneer, "You guys aren't actually friends with me. I'm just your charity case. You don't want me around."

"Don't say that!" He cries, "I care because I lo-"

"Save me the pain." I whimper, "save me the pain of knowing you'll never feel to me how I feel about you."

As if on cue, the bell rings.

"I have to go, Namjoon. Just forget about it. I'll work on forgetting my feelings, and we can all just move on."

𝄆 Namjoon POV 𝄇

She walks back to her class. I stay frozen in the library, orange sun painting the shelves.

"But I don't want to move on."