texting hope || jhs

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Hoseok POV

I woke up with a smile on my face, I was finally going to meet her.

And I had to win this competition.

"Hyung what time is it?" I asked walking out to the living room of our dorm.

"It's already 6pm I think you should go now" Yoongi said.

"What the" I hurried to get ready and go back to college.

Wasn't it 1pm when I came back home? I slept a lot.

Our team won and so did I.

We were really happy as we had worked out butts off rehearsing overtime.

"Hoseok we dare you to finish this whole bottle of Soju" my team dared me.

We were now on the rooftop of our beautiful university.

"Challenge accepted" I said and took the bottle while they all looked at me with anticipation.

I had only started to sip the soju when my eyes went to the benches downstairs.

There was a girl.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sunny!

I passed the bottle to someone and started to run downstairs.

Five floors. Not easy.

I checked my messages.

Sunny: hope I'm here

Sunny: babe are you going to be late?

Sunny: it's been an hour

Sunny: where are you?

Sunny: you're not coming... are you?

Sunny: it's getting cold

Sunny: it's raining

Sunny: it's been two hours

Sunny: goodbye

Read 9:48pm

Wait that's a minute ago, I tripped on the stairs landing on my right arm.

I had hurt my arm real bad but I can handle that later.

I reached the ground floor and ran towards the benches, she was there.

I had stopped breathing, she was actually there.

Black hair, sweatshirt and skinny jeans. She was wet and she was freezing.

And it's all my fault.

When I was going to approach her another girl came, oh the topper in the medical branch who had good dance moves.

Sunny was crying and my chest hurt, my breathing was still uneven.

I finally got to see her face and it was the same girl who goes in the same bus as me.

SunHi.

The other girl took her away after she glared at me.

So she knew?

I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, I didn't know how to fix this.