He is My Hope

Acorn Pouch

It feels like I've been standing here for ages, staring at these stupid accessories. These stupidly important, stupid accessories. Pouches of different colours, patterns and sizes lay in front of me on a slanted table. Why are there so many different kinds of pouches? Why can't I find the perfect one?

"Can I help you, sir?" I'm so concentrated on these stupid pouches, that I barely notice the employee standing right next to me.
"Huh? Oh, um... no. I'm okay, thanks." I say quietly. The employee walks away, satisfied with my answer, off to greet another customer.

About one month ago, I was walking at the local park with Hoseok. It was a sunny day, so he dragged me outside. I'm not sure why because it's still January, so it's pretty cold out. Only Hobi could get me out of my room to do something like this.

"Yoongi, there's a coffee shop over there! Let's go!"

I nodded and we walked over to the warm looking coffee shop. Inside, there was a small line-up to a joyous older man handing out various kinds of hot beverages. We stood in line and I began to browse my options.

"Im probably gonna get a black coffee, what about you?"

"Hey Yoongi, look at his pouch." Hobi whispered.

"Huh? Who?"

"The guy in front of us! It reminds me that I need a pouch for myself." The man in front of us had a black and blue striped pouch with a silver chain strap. He was getting money from it.

"Why do you need a pouch?" I asked, somewhat jokingly, somewhat actually serious.

"Like, money, and lip balm maybe?" He laughed, exposing his bright smile that could make this cold day warmer. "Maybe I just like the way it looks."

"Is this a hint or something?" I said with a smile, like I caught the virus that is Hobi's happiness. "because your birthday is in one month."

"No, no, no! I'm just thinking out loud, hyung. Don't mind me!" He smiled and looked at me. His energy seemed to charge me up, and I laughed with him. "Sure, Hobi. Sure"

So here I am, one month later, two days before his birthday, trying to find a stupid accessory. So many damn pouches, but none of them seem to shout "Jung Hoseok." The navy blue one seems too depressing, and the neon pink one seems way to bright.

I reach for a green pouch, because I know that's Hobi's favourite colour, and examine it. It's simple, but I might just take it because I'm tired of standing here.

Just before I walk away, something catches my eye. A furry pouch with stripes of pale blue, pale pink, orange, green and white. The tag on the silver chain strap says "Acorn Pouch."

I pick it up and smile.