BTS Preference Book💜💜

~He Sees You After Breaking Up~

Hoseok

J-Hope shook his hands, accompanied by a sigh. He did not feel well.
"You okay?" Jin asks sitting down next to him. "No." He shakes his head "I will be seeing Y/N. Even though it's been four months. She will be here."
"And that will be difficult, but try not to look for her." Jin instructed. He let out a humorless laugh "I always find her. Its like she is my magnet."
"Then remember this: she very well could be feeling the same way as you. It has only been four months, but the two of you were together for three years."
"I will break Jin." He whispers, looking down.
"And that is okay. We will cover for you, saying how you are emotional with being here."
"Do you promise?"

J-Hope sat between Jin and Suga. Stress was making him feel ill, he had his palms against his thighs, running them up and down.
"Stop thinking about Y/N." Suga scowled.

It was after a long night the category BTS was nominated for.

He held his breath.

When BTS was announced the winner, he considered staying seating. He knew that she would be out there.
Their leader pulled him along despite his pleading.

Namjoon spoke first, which was needed. He looked around the room, his eyes finding Y/N.
Namjoon pulled him to the microphone.
He gulped "A-Army." He began.
Y/N looked into his eyes, he noticed.
Tears rolled out of his eyes, splashing against his cheeks.
Jimin thankfully stepped up to the microphone.
Jungkook pulled him into a hug.

Walking back to their seats, he looked back at Y/N one last time. He noticed the tears falling from her eyes too.
"Thanks for the hug Kookie." Hobi smiled.
Jungkook patted his back "You are welcome."

Namjoon

"How about you get the cereal?"
"Okay babe." Namjoon kisses her head.
She giggles, and Namjoon smiled "Be right back."
He walked to the cereal section.
As he was squatting to look at the bottom row, he noticed someone had joined him in the aisle.
He was about to say something, until he looked up.

It was you. After two years since breaking up.

Namjoon looks away, trying to focus on his cereal decision. But how could he not look over at you?
His eyes traveled your body, stopping at your midsection, where a baby bump was displayed.
He licked his lips. The two of you always talked about children, he wanted you to be the mother of his children.
He crept another look. This time, seeing how beautiful you did look pregnant.