Waitress (J-Hope x Momo Two Shot)

Waitress

Point of view of Momo. The man will be Jhope.

Same format like Delivery Boy.

Enjoy reading juseyo~

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Third grade.

We were on third grade since I felt that you have something special.

I had a crush on you.

Our parents are close friends, so I have time to see you almost everyday. Especially on the weekends. I would wear my best clothes whenever we visit to your house. Even though I know that you would never notice it because we're still kids back then.

We played a lot of stuff. I would play my Barbie dolls and you would play with your robots. But of course, we would combine our dolls and play together.

My Barbie doll once imprisoned on a tower by an evil witch, and you would control your robot to save my doll.

And those were the best days.

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Sixth grade.

I still has a crush on you.

And I can't even find the reason why.

But although we're still in the same class, you barely talked to me. You will only talk to me if we're partners or if you will say something to me.

And then you called me. A simple 'Hey' from you made me crazy. My heart beated fast in an extraordinary way that no one can explain. Even me.

"Y-Yes, Hobie?" Your eyebrows crossed.

"That's my old nickname, Momo. Call me Hoseok."

"U-Uh, H-Hoseok?"

"Family dinner later. 7 pm." You said and walked out to join your friends. That simple conversation will always be written on my diary.

And then our graduation day came.

I am happy for you. You graduated as the valedictorian of the class. While me? I'm just next to you. The salutatorian.

On your speech, I was expecting you to mention me--since you mentioned your friends. But you didn't. You probably forgot our friendship.

Your parents already greeted me. I was waiting for you to greet me, though. But nothing happened. Not until our parents called the both of us and commanded us to take a photo.

My heart is racing when I stood beside you. You casually smiled and I did the same. Talk about awkward.

"What are your plans in the future?" Your mom asked us.

"I would want to pursue my dream to become a doctor." I answered.

"How about you, Hoseok?" Mom asked you.

"Uh... a car racer?" You answered with hesitation. "Nah, come what may." You chuckled. "I have to go now. My friends are waiting for me." And then you fled. It was kind of rude, but I didn't speak.

"Momo," your parents called me. "Are you going to transfer?"

"Mom wants me to transfer to SM U., but I refused." I told your mom.

"Ah, same goes with Hoseok." She told me. "He doesn't want to transfer."

"Why?"

"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders. "Probably because there's someone keeping him away from transferring." I wanted to believe at your mom's joke. But I don't want to hope, so I stayed silent.