A dose of Optimism || BTS Jung Hoseok

A Dose of Optimism Episode 3

Hoseok woke up to his Jimin jumping on top of him, shouting, "You're not allowed to sleep!" Jungkook jumped on top of Jimin, but slipped off of Jimin's back, grasping at anything to keep in balance, mistakenly pulling Jimin's pants down as he fell off the bed. "Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin shouted, pulling his pants up and chasing the younger boy around the room with a broom.

"Hoseok! Have you heard of the new track from Nightingale? Oh, it's so good! Their composer, Pimpernel, must be a true genius!" Namjoon squawked, as he jammed to a new song he was blasting on his Bluetooth speakers.

An American company had recently come out with two groups, one called Nightingale and the other one Gentlemen. Both groups were very renown, especially since the anonymous composer was quite famous for making music. The men were ecstatic about the new pump-up music, brushing their teeth, and dancing in Hoseok's room.

Hoseok laughed happily, pulling out his phone to watch Nightingale's new music video and to listen to their new album. Nightingale had been invited to the AMA's as well. The men were hyped to meet them in person. As they danced to Nightingale's music, Yoongi stared at Hoseok, "he seems more like himself today. Less stressed than usual," he thought, "what happened to Hoseok in one night...is he, perhaps, seeing someone?" Yoongi was so lost in thought, he hadn't realized he was smiling mischievously at Hoseok, as his mind churned.

Jin stood in between Hoseok and Yoongi, waving at Yoongi's face, "Yoongi, are you all right? Why do you look like you're about to enjoy murdering Hoseok?"

Yoongi jumped back to reality and laughed nervously, playing with his hair, "I like to sleep," he mumbled before running off into the bathroom, screaming like a kooky person to dismiss the subject.

"I think Yoongi's gone insane," Taehyung commented, watching his friend do weird moves in front of the Hoseok's bathroom mirror. As Hoseok sat, taking in the music, he felt his head spin a bit before his stomach did a double backflip, causing him to stumbled into the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. The members crowded worriedly around the door, wishing they could help more, but not knowing how.

Hoseok and Jin laid beside each other on the dance floor. They were sweating for working on their choreography for so long. Their chests heaved high as they attempted to get as much oxygen in their body as quickly as possible. Jin turned his head to look at Hoseok, "Are you okay? You should stretch before practice," he advised.

"I will. I guess I forgot to. Muscles cramps are bearable though," Hoseok reassured with a smile.

"If you say so. Oh, I want to cook tonight. Want to go grocery shopping with me?"

Hoseok turned his head to look at him with a confused complexion, "Jin, you know I'm lazy!"

Jin scoffed, "Lazy? If you're lazy, I don't move! Stop putting yourself down. You're a great person. Those who tell you otherwise are just jealous. So what do you say? Want to go shopping with me?" Jin asked, raising his eyebrows twice, enticingly.

"Sure, as long as we stop by some places," Hoseok finally agreed, grinning at his friend's praise.

"Hoseok, we don't need that!" Jin called out frustratingly as Hoseok laughed over a box of action figures. "You're acting like a child! We need to check out, we have to get back early for-"

"Wow, are you Jin? Can I take a picture with you?" Hoseok heard some high schoolers ask Jin. 

Hoseok didn't even turn around as he walked out of the store. He sighed heavily as his fingers gently drummed against the bared metal railing that divided him from stepping onto the busy road. As his strength continued to wain expeditiously, his unsteady footsteps brought him closer to the large river rushing below, and his mind farther away from reality. His eyes told his dismal story, his lips falling to the temptation of gravity, and his pale, colorless, complexion sent wistful vibes into the atmosphere, causing passersby to shiver at the permeated vibes. His heartbeat was rising along with his shallow breathing, but his pace only slowed down, eventually causing him to collapse in the middle of the bridge, his senses no longer able to function.