Finding Happiness (Discontinued)

Chapter 3

I opened my eyes and found myself in a room I didn't recognize. I sat up and looked around. The walls were pale yellow and I sat in a large bed with light grey covers and white pillows. I was still in the clothes I was wearing last night. Where was I? Suddenly memories from last night came crashing down on me. I choked back a sob. Jimin... Jimin cheated on me. I wanted to lay down and never get up, but that wasn't my house. If I remembered correctly, I was sitting in Hobi's spare bed. I felt embarrassed, I just met Hobi yesterday and I had cried in front of him, not only that, but I went home with him. I shook my head. What are you doing, Yoongi? I got up to face Hobi.

I left the bedroom and entered the hallway. I saw two doors to my left and the living room to my right. I could hear music coming from one of the doors. I lightly knocked but no one answered. Hesitantly, I cracked open the door, just enough for me to see inside. I looked at the room in wonder. This was a full-fledged dance studio. Mirrors covered one wall and the other walls were covered in graffiti art with lots of yellow and grey. There was a speaker system against the far wall, currently playing a fast pace song I didn't recognize. And in the middle of the wood floor was Hoseok. He watched himself in the mirror as he danced to the music, his moves sharp and clean. He must have been working hard because his pink hair stuck to his forehead and his white tank top was drenched in sweat. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He danced with such passion and energy. Despite his sweat, he didn't look tired. He looked determined, like he was putting everything he had into this single dance. He spun to face the door and saw me peeking through the door.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" He asked as he pushed his sweaty hair away from his eyes. He walked over and paused the music, then looked over at me in the doorway.

"No," I said, "I woke up on my own. You're an amazing dancer Hobi, seriously I couldn't look away." I said in amazement. He smiled.

"Thanks, I'm just working on a new dance. Gotta teach the boys soon, so I'm just finalizing the moves." He looked really proud of his work, as he should be. "Want some lunch? Or rather breakfast in your case?" He asked with a laugh. I smiled and nodded my head. He walked past me and out the door, somehow, he still smelled like vanilla. I followed him down the hall to the living room. As he continued to the kitchen, I stopped and looked down at the light brown couch and saw blankets and a pillow.

"Hobi?" I called, "Did you sleep on the couch?"

He shyly smiled at the ground. "Well," he started, "you were kinda in my bed. I only have one bed, but I didn't want to leave you alone last night." Now I really felt bad.

"I'm sorry. I should have just gone home, or gone to a friend's place." My face flushed red. "I'm sorry." I repeated.

"Hey," Hobi said, coming back over from the kitchen, "don't worry about it." He wrapped his arms around me, giving me another hug. "If I minded, I wouldn't have offered to let you sleep here." I nodded into his chest, feeling comforted once again by his sweet smell, not even minding the sweat.

"Breakfast?" He asked, letting me go. I nodded again and followed him into the kitchen. He went into the fridge and brought out some eggs. I watched him make breakfast in a comfortable silence. "Do you want to talk about what happened yesterday?" Hobi asked as I sat in one of the tall chairs by the counter. I stayed silent for a few moments, trying to decide if I had it in me to talk about it. After a minute, I nodded.

"I told you I had a boyfriend... Jimin." I could barely say his name, having to whispering it. Hobi nodded, letting me know that he remembered. I cleared my throat before continuing.

"I got a snapchat yesterday from Tae, he was at a bar and he saw Jimin. The snapchat he sent me was of Jimin kissing another guy." I could feel my eyes begin to water once again. I looked up from the counter at Hobi. He had stopped mixing the eggs to look at me, but there was no pity on his face. No, he looked angry.

"He did what?! How could he do that to an amazing guy like you?" He put down the bowl of eggs and crossed his arms, scowling at the floor. He looked up at me, and upon seeing the tears in my eyes, immediately relaxed.

"Hey," He said as he walked over to me, "he clearly doesn't deserve you. I know I've never met Jimin, but what kind of person does that?" He sat in the chair next to me and took my hands in his. "Yoongi, you are an amazing guy. You deserve so much better than someone like that." I looked at Hobi, staring into his chocolate eyes. I reached up and brushed his hair out of his face. His cheeks turned almost as pink as his hair.

"Thank you, Hobi. Thank you for an amazing night and for being there for me," I told him with a small smile. I don't know what was going through my head at that moment. All I knew was that Jimin was out of the picture. If he wasn't in the equation, what was stopping me from hanging out with other guys, dating other guys, kissing other guys... from kissing Hoseok. With that thought in my head, I placed my hand on the back of Hoseok's neck, closed my eyes, and leaned in.