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Jung Hoseok / J Hope

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You exhaled deeply, watching your breath float around through the chilly air.

Today was not your day. Realistically speaking, no day, was your day.

Work was stressful.
You were late again today, had a presentation to do, however forgot your papers at home, and didn't bring any food, so starved the entire day with only a cereal bar hidden at the bottom of your bag to survive with.
Your boss even requested to talk with you, warning you that if you didn't step up your game, you were bound to be fired.

Having a hard 9 hour job 6 days a week was harder than it should be.

Regaining some sort of self content, you were standing on the sidewalk, taking in fresh air and attempting to relax your nerves.

However a high, startled gasp erupted from you when freezing water splashed all over you because of the bus that sped by and over the puddle on the side of the road.
It was all over your jacket, the expensive, and non machine washable one to add.

Chattering your teeth irritably - and also due to the cold water - you tusked, squinting your eyes to- oh who are you kidding.

Done with the day you stomped over to your car and slammed the door shut, driving home as quick as you could.
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You were still shivering uncontrollably when you entered your shared house with your boyfriend, Hoseok.
Chucking the keys on the tiny wooden table next to the door sounded for Hoseok to come rushing and give you a big welcome home hug.

However his usually beaming smile faded when he inspected the frown on your face.

"What's wrong? And why is your coat all wet? Is it raining?"
You didn't reply.

Hoseok took initiative and removed your jacket for you, scolding you as it's less than 10 degrees Celsius outside.
You felt your body temperature drop even more, and Hoseok led you upstairs, holding you close to him in order to keep you somewhat warm, and handed you a thick pair of pyjamas.
All the while you stayed mute.

"I'll go downstairs and put the heating on. I can make you something to eat"
"..."
"How about a sandwich?" He suggested, expecting a little hum or shake of your head.

Being in a relationship with you for over 6 months, Hoseoks obviously picked up a few things about your behaviour along the way.
He knew he wasn't going to get anything out of you right now, seeing as the situation just happened, you wouldn't want to talk about it till you felt like it.
Hoseok knew - from past experiences - not to bring up the subject, but he was really mentally refraining himself as he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, listening to all your problems till you fell asleep, forgetting your worries the next day.
Of course, that was just a fantasy for him.

Instead your eyes went from the ground below to his feet, and straight up to his face.
Still, no sound, not even a peep came from you.
He took it as a sign and went downstairs to prepare you food.
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The pattering of your thick sock covered feet eventually came to a stop when you heard Hoseok, mumbling away song lyrics as he presumably made you a sandwich.

Taking a seat on the couch, your tired, heavy eyes focused on the bright tv.
You huddled your legs to your chest, burying your head into your knees, starting to overthink the whole day.

"Y/n , I made your-" he hesitated when small sniffles came from near the couch.
Venturing round his heart suddenly felt wounded when he saw your oppressed state.

Placing the plate down gently as not to scare you, he sat down gently next to you, putting his hand on your further shoulder, whispering in a soft voice, "what's wrong?"

You didn't bring your head up and tell him everything, alternatively dove into him, hugging him tightly while still letting the tears flow.

Surprised at first, he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing up and down your back comfortingly.

It stayed like that for a minute or two, until hoseok spoke up.
"Y/n, what happened?" He pushed you lightly so that you were face to face with him and his heart faced a gunshot when he witnessed your red, puffy eyes and trembling lips.

He hated seeing you cry.
He would rather put his life at risk than see you shed a single tear.
That solemn look; tears dripping from your small face, sniffing constantly, your eyes swollen and hued with red, and worst of all,
he hated the emotions you bared through; feeling neglected, stressed, broken, was what hurt him the most because anyone can wipe away tears, but you can't wipe away emotion.

"I-it's okay, you can tell me" he unintentionally stuttered, taking effect from your mood.
"W-work" you chocked between sobs.
"Stressful?" He inferred.
You nodded.

"Aw come here" he embraced you in another hug, trying to calm you down.
"It's okay, everything's gonna be alright"
Too busy crying to counter him, you just nodded constantly.
Though, after a while your tears really had stopped.

He pulled away, again facing you directly.
"Please smile" his face softened when you couldn't bring yourself to do so.
He pouted, doing ayego and speaking in a funny voice, earning a genuine chuckle from you.
He finished and turned back to you, enlightened to see your beautiful smile which had a domino effect on him.

"Thank you, hobi"
"I love you y/n. Don't ever forget that" he brought you in, pecking your head.