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First time drawing in YEARS! So of course, I had to start with my bias! I’m not quite happy with it and I clearly have my work cut out for me, but it felt really good to pick up a pencil again!
Happy 29th birthday, my hobi ♡
Happy Birthday, my Hope ♡
"You used to be much more...muchier, you've lost your muchness" -Mad Hatter
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"These dudes act really tough, but we can take them down!"-Eijiro Kirishima
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"We each need to find our own inspiration, Kiki. Sometimes it's not easy" -Ursula
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Happy birthday sunshine, thank you for making me smile everday and for giving me hope when everything seems to be wrong💛🌼😁
10 years of a friend or maybe more, thanks Hobi ❤️ #bts
#10yearswithjhope our heart-shaped boy ♡ (cr. qdeoks)
#he's not just some guy he's my WIFE
↳ iconic hobi tags by and for @hopeinthebox 🤍 cr. jung-koook, 0613data
y’all know who absolutely would eat up the smoke challenge? yeah.
Hobi best boy and gr8 man adhhkvshktfv 😆😊😁
happy birthday to our sunshine and our hope, hobi ♡
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Sus cachetitos! 😍 😍 😍
So cute! 💜🐿️
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."
Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH5 - Your Numbers
(Stacy POV) Dinner was awkward, to say the least. My moms seated me next to Hoseok at the small table. Every now and then when one of us would reach for something, our arms would brush against each other. Leading to my mom and eomma giggling at us.
They asked him questions, mostly about where he's from and why he started dancing. I wasn't listening to most of it. I was distracted with fretting about my midterm tomorrow.
Eventually we finished dinner, and as the final plates are picked up, I lead him to the door.
"I hope you do well on your test tomorrow!" He leans against the doorframe, "It was fun tonight; having other people to talk to and eat with. Felt kinda like home"
I smile, "Yeah. Thank you for helping me with my dancing, by the way! I never would've been able to do this without you. You're a life saver"
"Maybe next ti-" He's interrupted by my Eomma, yelling to us from the kitchen.
"You should get his phone number, Stacy! In case you need help again"
I start to blush, hiding my face in my hands.
He laughs, "here. Give me your hand"
I pull my shaky hands away from my face. Immediately they're engulfed by his warm hands, gently writing out his phone number on my palm.
"Call me if you need help again. Or if you just wanna chat" He pulls his hands away. Without another word, he is gone. Back to his apartment.
In reality, he's only next door. The thumping of my heart pulls me towards him, but my brain forces me back a million miles away.
"He was cute, Stacy. Do you know if he's single?"
"Eomma!" I shout, "Stop being so blunt with everything! Gosh, this is so embarrassing.."
✿
Things were going well. I finished my midterm for dance and surprisingly got an 87%. I began talking to others in my dance class. I made friends with two of them, Taehyung and Jimin, who apparently were in the same group as Hoseok.
They told me funny memories about the band and I told them about America. We got along really nicely. It was pleasant to have someone to sit with at lunch.
It had been around a week since I'd spoken to him. Getting home, my mind wandered back to our conversations. Eyes lingering a little too long on Hoseok's door, I miss the part where it opens.
"Oh, hey Stacy" He greets.
I don't miss the sorrowful glint in his eyes. He seems sad, or nervous, or maybe just tired. I pretend to not see it, "I got an 87% on my dance test a few days back! My teacher even complimented me, saying I did well. Thank you again for helping me!"
For the first time, I see him smile.
"That's great! I knew you'd do well. I know you don't love dancing, but you do have good rhythm"
"Thank you, but really it's all thanks to you" I said.
"Um, so I asked some of my friends in my group and they are actually in one of your classes! Do you know Jimin and Taehyung?" He asks.
"Yeah! We're good friends now, surprisingly" I laugh.
"Oh" He responded, "That's great."
Again I see that darker look in his eyes. I finally remember.
"I'm sorry I didn't text you, Hoseok" I mumble.
"Hm? Oh.... It's fine. I didn't notice"
He didn't notice? I fumble with the keys on my lanyard. He is pretty friendly, he most likely has a ton of friends. He probably isn't waiting on my calls. Still, he seems unwell. I try one last time:
"I did save it on my phone though! I just forgot to actually send the text." I fake a laugh, "You're always welcome to dinner, though. My moms definitely love you."
I continued, "I know, I know it sucks to be alone all the time. This is actually the first time in a while that I've had friends"
He glances up, dark eyes meeting mine. For a second, it feels like we've known each other for years and this is just a moment like any other. It feels like for the first time, I see a layer of him past the happy smile. I see him.
"Yeah, sorry..." He brings his hand to rest on the back of his neck, "I just, it's hard living on my own all the time. I kinda feel like I don't know anyone. Like maybe.... No one really knows me"
"That makes two of us" I said.
"Really?"
"It's not like I had many friends back home, and moving to South Korea?" I snicker, "Sure, I know some Korean, but I haven't made any friends at that school. Everyone there is so.. So artsy and cool and I just-, I'm just kinda basic I guess"
"You aren't basic" He smiled. I smiled back.
"Let's be each other's friends?" He suggested.
"Only if you'll have dinner with us tonight"
Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH6 - A Traced Reflection
As I wake up, I reach for my phone to text Hoseok. Except I don't find it on my nightstand where I left it last night.
Opening my eyes as I sit up in bed, I find myself in a completely different room. This isn't my bedroom...
I find a phone on a desk. Walking to the far side of the room, I pick it up and open the recent texts:
April 8, 4:35 pm Namjoon: Hey this is Namjoon from the cafe! Now you have my number too!
Me: Ah! Thank you :) were you able to finish the song you were writing?
Namjoon: Well, there's still quite a bit of work to be done on it, but I showed it to some higher-ups and they loved it!
Me: That's great! I'm happy for you :>
Namjoon: yeah... hey, are you open to meeting again? Maybe at the same cafe?
Me: Without spilling my latte on you? That'd be lovely.
Namjoon: Great! Does this Saturday sound good?
Me: Yep! See you then!
-
Namjoon? Cafe? Yesterday I was having dinner with Hoseok and my mom... what happened? Where am I now?
Frantically I run out into the hall, a studio apartment awaiting me. It was nice, but it wasn't mine. I walk towards the calendar.
April 4 - meeting with board directors April 7 - Final Project Due!!! April 9 - Dinner w/ mom April 12 - Date with Namjoon!!!
Hearts were drawn all around April 12. Was today Friday? Was today the day of the date? Or another day?
I run back into the room to grab the phone. Unlocking it, I notice the date. April 12, Saturday. I run my hands through my hair in panic, trying to form a game plan as a new message pops up:
Today, 8:53 am Namjoon: We're still on for later, right?
Shoot. That's today. Cleary I was very excited to meet this man, and he seems kind, but how do I tell him I have no idea who he is? Much less who I am!
I scramble into the bathroom. In the mirror I find the same face I've always had. At least some things stayed the same. Bringing my hand to my face, I notice faint markings on it. Looking closer, I discover that it's the same number Hoseok had previously written there. As it was in permanent ink, it was going to take a while to wash off.
I start cleaning up the lines with a new pen to ensure I have it in case I wake up in another new universe. After that, I go back to the phone.
To Hoseok's phone, I send a quick message:
Me: Hello! Is this Hoseok?
Going back to Namjoon's chat I face a harder situation:
Today, 8:53 am Namjoon: We're still on for later, right?
Me: The date later?
Within seconds, he responds:
Namjoon: Yeah, it's Saturday? Did you forget ㅠㅠ
Me: Well.., I did forget, but would you believe me if I said I forgot everything else too?
Namjoon: What do you mean? You forgot you're identity haha
Me: Kinda...
Namjoon: Don't tell me you're serious?
Me: I woke up this morning and didn't know anything about this world! Who I am, where I was, who you are!
Namjoon: ..this world? Namjoon: what was the last thing you remember?
Me: being at my house with my parents last night and my friend...
Namjoon: okay, do you have anything to prove it? Maybe any of their phone numbers so you can ask? Maybe you just got a small concussion and they can tell you what happened..
Me: I have one of their phone numbers, I already reached out to him. But it was real! My memories, my life, I'm sure this girl is nice but she is not me!
Namjoon: okay... relax. We'll figure this out together. Can you meet up a little earlier? I can give you directions
Me: yes!
-
Looking around the bustling cafe, I tried to find the face of the man I'd never seen.
"Stacy! Over here!" A voice called.
I looked over to find him. He was tall, very handsome. He seemed way too good for me. Somewhere I felt like I'd seen him before, but maybe it's just a head injury. Clearly I'm not thinking clearly.
He walks up to me, "Ah, I guess you wouldn't know. I'm Namjoon, nice to meet you"
I shake his hand, "did she look like me? How did you know?"
"I've been thinking of your face since we last spoke" he smiled.
I just stared up at him.
"Er-,.. I guess that's a weird thing to say, considering...."
"It's okay, Namjoon. I'm sorry, you do seem really nice. I think I must've really liked you"
He spoke, "well, maybe you still can"
He noticed you bite your bottom lip, looking down.
"I know, it's just," I gulped, "I don't want to lose everyone I've ever known"
-
The two of us sat down at a table after ordering our drinks. We discussed simple things. He was easy to converse with.
"So, you said you had a friend that you'd messaged?" He asked.
I flipped my hand to show him the writing on my palm, "yeah, he had written his number down a week or so ago. Luckily I could copy it while it was still visible"
"What was his name?"
"Hoseok"
"Oh... his name wasn't Jung Hoseok, was it?"
"Yeah, it was! Yeah, he was a trainee for a K-POP group? Also with two other guys, Jimin and Taehyung"
He stares at me, his mouth wide open.
"What?"
"Was their group's name BTS?"
I think back to when I saw them practicing, back when I first met them, "hmm, I'm not sure. I don't think I ever got the name of his group"
He pulls out his phone and starts typing, "I'm telling Hoseok to come over right now, this is crazy"
"What? You have Hoseok's number too?"
"Yeah? I'm in his band? Of course I have his number."
Namjoon quickly texts back the friend. And yet, Hoseok still hasn't responded to me. He sets down his phone.
"So, Stacy, how do you feel about going on a little trip?"
