Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

J-hope (requested)

You were heart broken. After two long years with your boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend, you found out he had been cheating on you. Obviously, you broke up with him, and although you felt much better, you couldn't help but feel like hiding away from the world, crying. Your friend, Hoseok, came to your rescue.

As soon as word of your break up reached Hoseok, he was out the door, heading to the store. Half an hour later, he was knocking at your front door.
"H-Hoseok?" You questioned, through sobs. Without answering, he walked in, heading straight to the living room.
"Don't just stand there, I brought ice-cream and we can't let it melt." A small smile tugged at your lips as you followed him in, plopping down onto the couch.

After spending hours upon hours together, with Hoseok cheering you up in countless ways, you smiled at him.
"It's no wonder your nickname is J-Hope, you know."
"Hey, I'm your hope." He smiled.
"You're my angel."

With the radio on, Hoseok was standing up, dancing crazily for you, while you laughed, finding it ridiculous. He continued dancing alone, until one song in particular came on, to which he held his hand out to you, and you denied.
"Oh come on, Y/N. Surely you still remember the dance to this."
"I do but- I don't feel like dancing." He didn't take no for an answer and he held onto your wrist tightly, pulling you up from the couch, and pulling you to him, leading you in the dance.

Smiling and laughing, you two danced, and danced, and danced. And for some while, you completely forgot about the pain in your chest. You were too caught up in your thoughts, that you didn't notice Hoseok lean in, until his lips met with your own.