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~~~~~~~~~~RaeJae+J-Hope~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank god Hoseok is the last one to go because I'm starting to lose steam. The excitement of going to LA with the boys is getting bigger and this little prank has gone on long enough. Luckily, Hoseok is one of the easiest to trick.

I can hear the elevator approaching so I dab some fake tear drops into my eyes and wait anxiously. The doors open and much to my surprise, nobody is in here?

That is until I look to the ground.

"OHHHH!" Hoseok pops straight up from the floor with a bright red face. I'm sure mine is not far from that color either.

I struggle to get myself moving as i'm currently at war with myself to not burst out into laughter. Secondhand embarrassment is already forcing a cringe onto my face. If it wasn't for this mask I probably would've given up by now.

"Umm, I'm actually- uh- filming something.... so uh- what-why- why floor... I mean what floor are you going to?" He stutters while anxiously pacing back and forth.

I hold up ten fingers and then two for floor 12 since I can't trust myself to speak. Not to mention the fact that pressing all the buttons completely slipped my mind.

"Twelve?" He asks, pulling his mask up and down in a fidgety manor. I nod my head.

"I-I promise I'm not w-weird," He continues, "I'm just f-filming something,"

I nod my head again as we make eye contact, a non intentional fake test escaping at the wrong moment:

"Uh! Did I make you cry? I-I-I'm so sorry," Hoseok starts bowing repeatedly, his bucket had falling to the ground.

I quickly bend down to pick it up, holding my hand out, "You're J-Hope oppa, right?" The question comes out of my mouth with a peppy sound to it. Honestly I think I'm getting better at this whole acting thing.

He stops bowing and accepts his hat, "...yeah,"

"I'M SUCH A HUGE FAN!" I practically scream. His eyes widen for a moment as he tries to contain himself.

"OH MY GAWD I LOVE YOU! Oppa! Can I get a picture with you? Oppa, will you sign this?" I rush, doing little foot fires as if my excitement is just overflowing.

"You're a fan I see-" he starts to compose himself with his smile but oh, I'm not done.

"SIGANNANGBIIN YAJAE DOLJIKGUREUL NALLYEO JIOK GATEUN SAHWE-E BANHANGHAE GGUMEUL TEUKBYEOLSAMYEON JASINEGE MUREOBWA NI GGUMUI PROFILE WOGABMAN BATDEON INSAENG NI SARMUI JUEOGA DOE-EOBWA!" I literary rap his entire rap of No More Dream in a deathly scream, ending with my hands in the air.

His face says a million words and I break out into laughter. He one hundred percent thinks I'm a psycho.

"That was awesome!" He suddenly exclaims, however he clearly missed a beat after my performance giving his lie away. I lift my head to see his face now looking very pale.

"H-Hyung-" I cough out in a fit of laughs.

"Hyung?" He whispers to himself, "This is actually my floor..." I watch him rapidly press the "stop" button.

"What?" I contain myself enough to ask.

"It was nice meeting you!" He laughs uncomfortably while attempting a break for it. When he makes it to the outside he turns around to give a last wave.

"Hyung, HellOE!" I exclaim, his eyes lighting up with realization. Hobie and I have had this inside joke to yell hello in English at each other for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure how it started either.

His heart shaped smile appears as he storms back into the elevator, flicking my hat off and ruffling my hair. "HellOE!" He shouts, making a funny face.

I take off my mask and give him a huge hug.

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Short, semi fluffy chapter.... next stop: AMERICAN HUSTLE LIFE