Good Boy || J. Hoseok

Freelance Writer

He had lied to her.

Five words.

Countless tears that she wanted to shed. Countless tears that she should have shed. Instead, she found herself drenched from head to toe and surrounded by unfamiliar warmth. Walls that she had only ever seen in pictures and pillows that she had only ever dreamt of touching, now beneath her.

All because she was sitting in Jung Hoseok's home.

A blanket safely tucked around her shoulders.

A warm cup of tea in her hands as she looked back at his roommate.

A beautiful and dimpled smile adorning his lips.

"Namjoon."

Unlike his behavior earlier that day.

"Why?"

Choi Mina never forgot a face.

Certainly not one that she liked.

Therefore, when the writer for one of their newest projects had stepped into their office, two weeks ago, she had, and rightfully so, dropped her phone. Conveniently, rather, almost ironically, her screen had lit up to reveal the very same face that had spared a look in her shell-shocked direction.

A blank look.

A curt nod.

A polite smile.

"Kim Namjoon."

As though they had been nothing but strangers.

"Why?"

His smile disappeared in a soft thud.

"Why did you come here, Mina?"

Carefully, her eyes pulled away from the photo frame now beneath Hoseok's slender fingers. Her lower lip ever so slightly quivering before she lightly bit on it. Her tears therefore remaining her own as she finally met Hoseok's concerned gaze.

Though they now sat far apart, she could still feel his arms around her. Holding her just as strongly as they had when she'd collapsed through his front door. Incoherent words losing themselves to the fabric of a now discarded shirt. Indeed, despite it all, she could only focus on the printed shirt he now wore.

Almost as beautifully as Kim Namjoon had.

"I wanted to see him."

Her voice had barely been a whisper.

Yet, Hoseok had heard it all.

Down to the single tear his gaze now followed down her cheek.

"I wanted to see him," she repeated just as softly.

"He's out of town," Hoseok blinked back at her. "Didn't he tell y-?"

"Do you know what day it is today, Hoseok?"

She had promised him.

"It's Valentine's day."

So, he had promised her.

"He's my Valentine."

Truth be told, she hadn't wanted to keep any promises.

She hadn't wanted to listen to any of his excuses.

She had simply wanted to be held.

She had simply waited for the following day where she had known that he would come for the official meeting. She had simply waited for that moment where he would apologize face to face for not recognizing her. She had simply waited for that moment where she would truly feel the tips of his loving smile against her fingers rather than on a rigid screen.