(BTS) Jhope x Reader Love Story

Officially Offical

It's been a few days since the dancing incident, and you still can't get it out of your head. After he embraced you, an awkward aura filled the room, and you quickly left, leaving him to himself in the old musty music room. 

You haven't been avoiding him, but you felt the interactions become a lot less than before, and it left you unsettled. Every time you tried to pitch a conversation, he would say that he'd have to go, leaving you to talk to nobody but air.

That's how its been until today.

You were getting ready to head home until you felt someone grab your wrist. It was Hoseok.

"Hey." He said sternly. 

He hasn't talked to you for forever, what does he want now?

Hoseok's cheeks became plump and wore a flushed red. His eyes shot daggers at you as he was trying to find what he was trying to say. "Come with me." 

You raised your eyebrows, confused, but still complied with his demands and followed.

He was still holding your wrist as he brought you outside of school and into the town area littered with cafes, shops, and restaurants. 

"Where are we going?" You asked, he didn't respond.

Soon he brought you into cute pastel  themed pastry shop. You're eyes widened at the sight of all the delicious looking sweets, and the vanilla-y scent that engulfed your nose. Soon you realized that this is exactly what he smelled like when he hugged you before. Does he come here often?

"Take what you want." He said, nudging me towards the rows and rows of pastries sitting out, just waiting to be devoured. "I recommend the vanilla pudding." 

He seemed quite intent on buying you some even without having to say any words, so you just nodded you head and went to go pick up a few pastries. You took a mini strawberry creme tart, a chocolate croissant, and the vanilla pudding he told you to try. He came up next to you, a tray literally covered in different types of bread, tarts, and cakes. "Let's go." 

You both walked to the register where a pretty girl who's smile reminded you of peaches was waiting. "Welcome back, Hobi." 

"Hey Noona." He replied, handing her both of our trays.

"I see you brought someone with you today. That's new." She said while looking directly at you. You couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship they have, and why she... called him Hobi?

"Yea..." He replied, uninterested in the small talk. She frowned and handed us back the pastries. "Enjoy."

You both took the pastries and went to a small table near the window of the store. 

"So... Hobi?" You asked,

He chuckled and scratched his neck, "Ah, that's just a nickname people call me."

He seemed oddly unenergetic today, so you wanted to try bringing him back to his old self.

"Can I call you that?" You asked,

"Sure." He replied with a soft smile,

You smiled back and looked at the pile of sweets he had towering in front of him.

"I didn't take you for a sweet tooth." You said,

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Eh.. I didn't mean it that way.. I think its the hair." You said, as you reached over to ruffle the soulless black puffball that laid on his head, "You sure change your hair color a lot."

He blushed and grabbed your hand out of his hair, setting it on the table. You looked at the hand still holding you.

"Y/N..."

You look at him, waiting for him to say more.

"I've been avoiding you, I'm sorry."

You're eyes widen, surprised that he thought that you would not have known, but you didn't say anything.

"I don't know why, but every time I see you the corners of my lips want to curve up and my face feels so hot like kimchi soup. Why is this happening?"

By this point your mouth is wide open and you face completely flush, how could someone like him be so oblivious?

"Hobi..." You began, trying to hold back your smile, "I think thats because you're in love with me... because, I feel the same whenever I see you."

His face was even redder than before, "Love. I love you... That makes a lot of sense now." He smiles and looks at you, "Then, should we go out?"

You take a bite of his cake before answering, "Please."