☾Wrong Bag // J-Hope FF ☀︎

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[Y/N POV]

After my weird, coincidental encounter with Hobi, I silently walked the streets of LA back to my apartment. I thought about what he had told me and stared down at my phone.

I can't fucking believe he actually gave me his number. Is he even allowed to give his number to strangers?? He's a fucking celebrity!!

I sighed loudly and continued to walk.

•••

After I reached my apartment, I placed my phone on the coffee table, turned on the TV and rolled my bags into the living room to check which one was Hobi's.

"Well Hobi was right." I sighed and stared at the bag I mistook for my own. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and stared at my contacts. I clicked on the contact "Hobi ☀️" he gave himself and hovered my finger over the "call" button.

"AH FUCK I CAN'T DO IT!" I yelled ruffling my hair in frustration while slamming my phone on the wood living room floor. "But now I'm curious." I pulled Hobi's bag right in front of me and cautiously stared at the lock on it.

What if there's an alarm in the bag?? I questioned the worst things that could happen but shoved those thoughts aside. Right now I was curious and I needed to open that bag. What kind of clothes does he have?

I first tried the simplest combination ever, 000, and to my surprise it actually unlocked. Is this guy an idiot to make that his passcode for his damn suitcase?

I slowly unzipped the bag and threw the cover to the other side of it. After it was opened, I stared at the content inside the bag and I could've swore I heard my bank account scream.

The bag consisted of mostly Gucci sweaters, shirts, belts and some jewelry. A pair of Yeezy sneakers and a bunch of denim embroidered jackets I could've sworn looked like they were worth more than my own life.

My mouth was left wide open and my heart raced after I noticed a pocket. As I reached my hand out to open the small zipper on the roof of the bag, I noticed that it was actually full of something. After unzipping it, I threw my hand inside to take out what was inside.

Don't get yourself wrong Y/N, you're NOT planning on stealing any of this, you're just curious to see what's inside.

I took in a deep breathe and pulled out what was inside the pocket. Immediately after the article of clothing was out of the pocket, I screamed. Probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but right now I didn't care. My mouth was still wide open as I looked at my hand in shock, my face pale. Almost as if I had seen a ghost.

"What the FUCK did I just touch!" I screamed, emphasizing the word fuck. I stared at the boxers that were spread out across my floor. "His boxers are on my living room floor... and I just touched them..." I said slowly and distraught, rubbed my eyes, opened them slowly and then lunged at my phone.

I opened the phone app and called Hobi immediately. He needs to take his bag from me, NOW!

The phone was ringing on the other line and I put my phone on speaker, placing it on the floor as I scrambled around my living room, throwing his clothes into the bag without folding them. The inside of the bag looked like a mess but it wasn't my problem.

I pressed my body weight over the bag, giving me better access to close the zipper. The phone stopped ringing and I heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N!" I heard Hobi yelp in excitement.

"HOBI COME OVER HERE NOW AND GET YOUR DAMN BAG!" I yelled then rubbed my temple.

"Why now, and why are you screaming? DID YOU—" he paused, "YOU WENT THROUGH MY BAG, DIDN'T YOU?!" He yelled back and I had no choice but to yell back.