He is My Hope

Sope

"Hello, my name is J-Hope!"
"My name is Suga!"
"And we are, Sope!"

Applause fills the stadium all around us. The amount of tickets sold was much larger than I expected. Hobi says it's because I was already famous. I never really thought of myself as that famous. Yes, songs I've produced have become popular, but they were usually performed by other idols. I have produced my own songs as well, but I've never made a music video, or performed on stage more than once. I'm not an idol. I wasn't an idol.

"Thank you so much for coming to this concert. We really didn't expect so many people." I say.

"Yes, thank you so much! We love you!" J-Hope exclaims.

"I hope you enjoyed our performance! You can look forward to even better things in the future!"

"Bye everyone!"

"Bye!"

As the crowd cheers, we exit the stage. Once we're backstage, Hobi embraces me with a huge hug. "We did it hyung!"

I hug him back, "Yes we did it." I am so happy that people like our music. But I'm even happier that I can do it with Hoseok. I'm so happy, that I could cry. And I do.

"Yoongi-ah, you never cry! If you cry, I'm gonna cry!" As he says that, tears form in his eyes.

"Too late for that," I chuckle. I want to hug him forever, but unfortunately I can't. As we release our power-hug, I look him in the eyes, "Hoseok, we did it."

Two months ago, I would never have imagined caring so much for one person. I did everything myself, and to be honest, I was lonely. But the day I approached Hoseok was the day my life changed. I gained a friendship that I never had before. Possibly more than a friendship.

I lean in closer to Hobi.

What am I doing?
Why do I feel this way towards him?

The reasonable part of my brain says not to do it. It says that I could jeopardize everything we've worked for.

But there is a small part of my brain, an unreasonable, stupid, emotional part of my brain that whispers. Its' whisper is soft, but intriguing, and I can't help but to listen to it.

I lean in even closer and I  do something that surprises even me.

I kiss him.

I instantly back away, and attempt to hide my face that is undoubtedly red. "I'm so sorry. Oh my god I'm sorry," I stay in place and cover my face with my hands. "That was stupid. I didn't mean to."

"Hyung."

"You can just act like nothing happened, I'll be okay,"

"Yoongi!"

"I-I just... I'm sorry."

"Yoongi!" Hobi's voice is stern. I hesitatingly look up to see that he has a kind smile plastered on his blushing face. It seems to radiate an energy that makes me smile back. "Don't be sorry," he says quietly as he approaches me. The distance between us gets smaller and smaller until-

He kisses me.

And I kiss him again.

In this moment, I don't care what comes next. I just know that I want to be with him. He turned my life upside down. He makes me happy.

He is my hope.