Bangtan Fanfic [One-shots Compilation]

Jung Hoseok

J-Hope

Name: J-Hope (Jung Hoseok)
Birthday: February 18th 1994
Blood type: A
Nicknames: Hope. First of all, my name is full of hope. I also have a very bright personality. I'm a hopeful being.
Family: Me, dad, mom, older sister.
Favorite foods: Original Korean foods, foods that kings eat, kimchi.
Favorite color: Green.
Favorite items: Clothes, Legos, shoes, Apple products ㅎㅎ
Ideal type: A girl who loves me, who is good at cooking, and who thinks a lot.
Habits: Cleaning up the area around me, dancing when there's music ㅋㅋ
A word that describes me: @-@, hope.
Role models: A$AP Rocky, J. Cole, Beenzino, G.D
In 10 years I will be: J-Hope of the internationally famous Bangtan. And....in the army? ㅠ.ㅠ
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Yhana's POV

"It's okay, Yhana... We'll do everything we could do..." he said for the tenth time, I think.

I shook my head. "It isn't, Hobi... You know it isn't! And we can't do anything about it now!" I shouted as powerful as I can.

But Hobi didn't budge at all and kept smiling-- the smile that almost made me believe that everything is just fine. "No... I know that everything will be alright. Not now, but soon. Stop crying, jebal... Hush, cupcake..." he hummed while hugging me really tight.

But instead of hugging him back, I pushed him away, causing him to fall down from his chair. I just gulped and looked away. "No... No... Just... Please.. Let's just-- let's just do what they want... please..."

He didn't stand up. He just looked at me like he couldn't believe what I just said. I'm sorry, Hobi... "This is not you, Yhana." he mumbled as he slowly shake his head.

I looked away, preventing my tears to fall. "I'm sorry... But I think this is the right thing..."

"So you'll just.. leave me hanging?"

My heart broke at the sound of his voice. I can feel his pain. I'm hurting him, but I can't even do anything about it. I'm murdering his heart when all I really want is for him to feel loved.

"I'm sorry..." I cried. I covered my face with my hands as my sobs continue to get louder.

"N-No... Yhana... Think about me-- think about us! Think about those five fucking years that we've spent together!" he shouted angrily while kneeling on the floor.

I stood up. I can't bare seeing him like this. "Just... forget about those, Hobi..." I said as if it was nothing. Like everything was just nothing. Like he was nothing.

I was about to leave when I suddenly felt his hands wrapped tightly around my legs, making me stay on where I stand. "No! Yhana, no! Please don't lose hope... We can fix this together! You don't have to leave me... Please, baby... please!" he begged. I can feel the warm water running down from my legs to my toes.

He's crying. He's fucking crying.

I tried so hard just to get his hands off my legs but it's just too tight and he wouldn't let go.

"Cupcake... Remember the first time we met! Remember how I made you smile and helped you solve your problem that day... Baby, please remember how you made me smile, too. How you made me feel loved... How we shared our laughs with each other. How we say... I-I love you to each other..." his voice started break.

I just kept biting my lower lip, restraining myself from sobbing.

"H-how we... took care of e-each other... How you cook a s-special meal for me e-every after my dance practice..."

I cried silently while listening to him, remembering our happy memories.

"C-cupcake... please remember how I tried everything just to make you mine.... Please remember all our sacrifices for each other... Please... d-don't lose your hope, Yhana... I know we can do this, y-you just need to..."