Epilogue

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A month later

I was sitting at the reading nook in J-Hope's condo. It was my favorite place in the house, with a big window that looked over the driveway so I could have a clear view of when J-Hope pulled up in his shiny black car. He got out of the car and saluted my window, knowing exactly where I would be. I waved at him and giggled, putting my headphones away and pausing my music.

I ran down the stairs and jumped on him to wrap him in a big hug. He squeezed me tight and kissed me, sweet and deep, like we had all the time in the world. When we broke apart, he and I were both grinning from ear to ear.

"What were you listening to today? Mozart?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Chicken noodle soup, actually."

"Again?" He tapped my nose playfully.

"You know it's my favorite!"

"Me too," he said and kissed my cheek. He steered me into the kitchen to make some soup, just like we did every weekend.

Now, I'm his hope, he is my hope. He is my one and only J-Hope. 

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