BTS Imagines and Preferences

Wilted (J-Hope)

"Do you think she'd want roses or peonies?" your best friend Hoseok asked, browsing over the countless bouquet options.

"She's your girlfriend, Hobi oppa," you said. "I don't know what she likes."

"Yes, but you're a girl. What would you like?"

You couldn't help but laugh out loud. Hobi normally would laugh along with you, even if you were laughing at him. But, he seemed stressed, his face fell in annoyance.

"I really want to do well, Y/N," he said. "I've messed up a lot lately. I hardly get to see her anymore and when I do I'm always talking about the comeback. I want tonight to be only about her."

You felt your heart melt slightly. He was obviously madly in love with her. You liked seeing your best friend so in love, but you secretly wished it was with you.

You'd given up on Hobi ever loving you back years ago when he debuted. You knew his work was the most important love of his life and you respected that, you would want Hobi to do the same.

"If it was me," you said. "I'd want roses. They're more romantic."

Hoseok looked over the various colors and types of roses. He eventually settled on a bouquet of long stemmed pink roses. You couldn't help but feel a pang of envy in your chest, knowing he was giving those to a girl you'd never even met.

"I'm sure she'll love them. Especially coming from you, oppa," you said. "Now, come on, I'll help you get ready. Want you to look nice tonight."

***

You reached your apartment a few hours before Hobi's date. He'd brought a few outfit options and you helped him pick out the right jacket and tie. You did his hair and helped him apply the little makeup he wore in case cameras caught sight of him.

"You look great, oppa," you said. "Good luck. And let me know if you're going to be out late." You winked and shoved the bouquet into his hand as he walked out the door.

"Thank you, Y/N."

***
It was only an hour later when your phone rang. You'd just dived into your takeout and started binge watching a new show on Netflix.

"Hobi?" you answered. "Is everything okay?"

"She broke up with me," he said. His voice was deep and gravelly, he'd been crying.

"Where are you? I'll come find you."

Hobi gave you the street name and you rushed out the door, forgetting your coat and umbrella, but you didn't really care. You hailed a taxi and gave the driver the street name.

***

You spotted Hobi a block from where the taxi had dropped you off. He sat with his back against an apartment building, presumably hers.

"Hobi oppa," you said.

He looked up. The rain mixed with his tears and his hair and clothes were soaked. You placed one of your arms around his shoulders and helped him stand up.

"We need to get out of the rain before we both get sick," you said. You hailed another taxi, although it was harder this time because both of you were soaking wet.

***

"You deserve better," you said, pulling up the blanket momentarily so that you could climb beneath it beside him.

"I'm too busy for a girlfriend," he said. "I can't pay enough attention to her."

"That's not true, oppa. You just have to find the right one."

He looked down at the blanket and fiddled with the seam. You knew he was stubborn and would remain sad until another girl came into his life.

You spotted the bouquet of roses on your table. Hobi had thrown them there when you came in. He couldn't bring himself to throw them away. Nearly all the roses were ruined and wilted from the rain, except one.

You got up and plucked the one still perfect rose from the dozen. You set it in Hobi's lap.

"Most relationships aren't going to work out," you said. "Maybe its you, or your job, or maybe its them. But eventually you'll find someone and the relationship will never wilt, even in the rain."

Hobi smiled down at the rose. He looked back at you and reached up and pushed one side of your hair back. Before you could ask what he was doing, he slipped the rose behind you ear and cradled your cheek in his hands.

"I think I already have."