"Y/n, I'm going back to Korea tomorrow... and by the sounds of it, I'm not coming back anytime soon..." The sunshine in his eyes was so dim as he said this. Almost non-existent. I laughed, not wanting to believe him. "C'mon Hobi, that's not something to joke about" I knew he wasn't joking, but was too afraid to accept it. "I'm sorry Y/n"
Years go by, and I mean YEARS. They didn't keep in touch. Not even a phone call when he landed back home. But they both wonder to themselves, if the other misses them, if it hurts the other too.
{To add some background to the story, you're half Korean half American so you live in America but have grown up knowing two different languages. Korean and English. It doesn't matter what State you live in, it is your choice. You are 24 and Hoseok is 25 in international years}
~{I've written two fanfics before but I'm still a shit writer so sorry if this doesn't come out well, goes off track, or get's discontinued}~