All kinds of love - BTS

Secret Message

First things first, HAPPY VALENTINES YA'LL! In case you don't who I am, allow me to introduce myself. I am Jung Hayun or otherwise known as SugaKookieAngel who is currently writing My BoyFriend Is A K-POP IDOL?! And two BTS ships Fanfictions currently. Anywhos this is a Jihope one-shot, Valentines Day edition! Imma stob talking now.

Category: Fluff and maybe smut?

Ship(s): Jihope

Dominant: J-hope/Jimin

Submissive: J-hope/Jimin

Jimin sighed, sitting on the stairs outside of high school, as he crawled his hand into a bag of chocolates he found in his locker. It had a pink sticky note attached to it with a smiley face and a few sweet comments about him. This was supposed to cheer him up, instead, it only made him drown in rivers, he clutched the decorated gift bag to his chest, kneeling his head. Strands flowing from his blonde hair covered his forehead. He whimpered silently to himself, it had been a long time since he saw his beloved, one and only sunshine. Every time he recalled his boyfriend's radiating smile and angelic personality, whenever he would laugh it was too contagious, making the younger chortle as well. Those memories he held close to his heart, ached his lonely heart. Those breezy, crispy, calm, pleasant nights on the beach, holding hands, watching the waves cover their feet, and the sand crumbling underneath their feet felt absolutely delightful. Yet, those cunning, mysterious, devilish days and nights caused him to barely get out the words he wanted to say because his boyfriend always shut him up romantically. He never missed the right spot that made the younger shiver, even simple gestures like holding hands or hugging made Jimin blush. At least Jimin knew one side of Hoseok that made his boyfriend a complete tomato. Leaves whirled in the clear blue sky, rain stormed on the concrete, bunnies, and squirrels escaped to their hideout. Jimin tried pushing his downcast thoughts away from him, he stood up, extending his hand out, feeling the shiny, cold, crystal droplets hit his palm, the blonde looked around, observing couples, grasping each other in their arms, sharing an umbrella, walking in the rain. 

The younger began walking to his coffee shop when he felt a strange, wonderful, aura surround him, he tightened his clasp around a bouquet of roses in his other hand, catching a glimpse of a man, who just smirked, he wore a black hat, clenching a black umbrella above him, and was dressed like his boyfriend. Jimin had a quite good feeling it was Hoseok, his Hoseoki, who was his everyone's sunshine, but his personal sunshine, indeed. However, he betrayed him during their junior year. Nevertheless, Jimin started following the peculiar man that grinned once more, steadily walking to his destination. Jimin hurried, huffing as he caught up with the man, who reminded him of Hoseok. The blonde scampered thought the road filled with taxis honking constantly due to the heavy traffic and weather, Jimin stopped in his tracks, watching the man enter his coffee shop. Still unsure, Jimin ran quickly to the coffee shop, swishing the door open, the noise of the bell, ringing in his ears.

"May I please have peppermint tea?" asked the uncanny man, twinkling, as he took off his black hat, his vibrant orange somewhat messy hair dropping to the side of his forehead, he swished his hair to the right, adjusting his golden locks. Right in front of him was Jung Hoseok, his angel, his hope, and sunshine. His eyes went round, his jaw dropped slightly, silently he tiptoed towards the kitchen, hoping Hoseok didn't notice him. While Hoseok sat at a table, swiping thought the fan cafe feed, he smiled to himself, moving his head side to side, recalling joyful reminiscences between him and Jiminine. The younger dashed into the kitchen, already dressed in his uniform, wrapping an apron around his waist, he trudged to the sink, twisted the faucet open to a gush of warm water engulfing the dishes.  He supersonic washing the dishes, sweat dripping down his cheeks, accidentally, he fell the dishes onto the floor, cracking. He swiped the perspiration off, using his hand, carefully picking up the plate's broken pieces.