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HOBIIIIIII💕💕💕♥️♥️♥️
I had to post it ... Jhope ...I can’t say more..
10 years of a friend or maybe more, thanks Hobi ❤️ #bts
#10yearswithjhope our heart-shaped boy ♡ (cr. qdeoks)
Birthday’s a big day, but you’re important to me every day 💥 Happy birthday Hobi 🐿❤️
Hobi ❤️ it’s only been 11 days since military service started but I’m looking for you everywhere
Jhope in red phase 🥰
red hoseok
❤️
— for @minshope
È il mio 1 anniversario su Tumblr 🥳
This very crazy year for me has made me understand many things: love each other
Jhope's beautiful smile for a nice day
🤗🤗🤗
Jhope has a heart on his face,
Jhope has a heart on his mouth,
Jhope has a heart on his mind,
Jhope has the ❤️ of armys from all over the world
hope in the heart
How beautiful are you Jhope?! but how much I miss you...💜
Il sole della mia giornata
My work makes me breathe, so I want MORE
Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale, uh
MORE; Jack In The Box, J-Hope
the way Hope is FEELING himself these days i CANT
from his insta
Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH1 - The First Seed
BEFORE READING: The main character, Stacy, has two moms! She calls one of her moms 'Mom' and her second mom (The one from South Korea) 'Eomma' based on the Korean word for mom! This is just a note to avoid confusion. Happy reading!
I look down at the pavement and notice a cluster of vincas growing in between the sidewalk cracks. They're a magnificent periwinkle shade, and despite the city's busy atmosphere, they grow contently. I wish I could be more like that. I just don't belong here. I'm originally from the United States, but we moved to Seoul because of my eomma. She wants to be closer to her relatives. Luckily, she taught me and my mom some Korean, but we can only keep up a basic conversation.
The vincas remind me of my home, but mainly the garden I had worked on for years. The climbing roses and rainbows of snapdragons, and our weeping cherry tree that I would sit under whenever I felt lonely. I can't find any green here in the city, and my only garden is a window box we squeezed into the balcony of our cramped apartment. I can't enjoy it here. This is not my home.
I reach my mailbox and pull out my recent order. There are no nurseries in Seoul, so I ordered some seed packets online. Excited, I open the poly mailer and take out my packets. They aren't much, but they are enough to satisfy me for now.
A group of idol trainees practice in a street performance next to me. They're quite talented, but I didn't notice at the time as I was too fixated on the seeds. I wish I had, before I bumped into one of the members. I drop my loosely-sealed seed packets, and all my hope disappears as they scatter across the curb. I forget to apologize, trying to salvage as many as I can. The trainees stop dancing and some of them try to help me gather my seeds, but it's no use now. I'll never be able to figure out which seeds are which.
"I'm so sorry, I got too immersed in my dance! Can I help you pick them up?" He asks.
"It's no use now... I won't even be able to recognize them." I reply, tears starting to form in my eyes.
"We can still save some of them!" One of the other boys adds, "It'll just be a surprise when they grow!"
One of the older boys sighs, "you need to be more careful Hoseok!"
"Can I pay you back? How much did they cost?" The original boy said, apparently named Hoseok.
"Don't worry about it. I'm the one who bumped into you, It's my fault." I said.
"But-"
"Thank you guys for trying." I stood and brushed off my knees, leaving the scene. Those seeds were my last hope.
✿
When I open the door to my apartment, my mom already begins to ask me questions.
"How's the new school going? I know you're not that interested in performing arts, but it was the closest one we could find to our apartment."
"It's fine." I replied.
"Do you have any electives?"
"The only annoying class is dance, I'm terrible at it."
"That's too bad." My mom sighed, "Do you have any friends in the class who could help you?"
"No." I've been trying to end this conversation. I'm already in a bad mood, and the last thing I want to talk about is dance.
"Hey, aren't midterms coming up?" She asks, persistent.
Oh shoot- I start to panic. I forgot about tomorrow. We have to memorize a long choreography, and I can hardly do seconds of it. I don't want to tell her though, because then she'll want to help and I really just need to be alone.
"Yeah." I try to answer nonchalantly.
"So?" She raised her voice a bit, "Do you have any important ones soon?"
"I don't think so," I lied.
"You need to stay on top of these things, Stacy."
I hum in response and retreat to my bedroom. The apartment is small, but at least I get some privacy.
After I hear the click of my door closing I rush to open my laptop. I pull up the video showing the dance we have to do, and feel chills run down my spine.
There's no way...
I won't be able to get this in on time
Still, I practice as hard as I can to spare as much embarrassment as possible tomorrow, though some is inevitable.
✿
Hoseok's Perspective:
"Don't worry hyung! I'm almost done picking them up..." Jungkook says.
"Don't bother, she already left." Namjoon tells him.
I feel really bad. I didn't even notice her as I was dancing, it was my fault. I get the feeling those seeds meant a lot to her.
I notice something near the empty seed packets. I walk over to investigate, finding the poly mailer her seeds came in. An idea came to me. If her address is on the packaging, I can find her and apologize!
"You guys continue without me. I have to go."
"What? But we only just got started..." Taehyung complains.
"I know I know, but this is important!" I counter.
Without any further words said, I head off to find her.
✿
I reached the building the packaging led me to. I walked up the stairs to her floor, which was easy to find because this is also the building I live in. I happen to live in the apartment beside hers. I feel even worse now, how could I have already made a bad impression on my new neighbor?
I ring the doorbell before I even figure out what to say when she answers. After a pause, I hear aggressive footsteps approach the door.
"Hello, what can- wait... you?" She answers.
"H-hi! I-um, I wanted to... give you back the packaging to the-uh, to the seeds." nailed it.
"Oh, you didn't really have to. Thanks." she replied, not even looking at me.
An awkward silence forms as we both run out of things to say. I notice beads of sweat on her face, and she seems to be slightly winded. Based on her tone of voice and stance, she seems tense.
Curious, I ask, "So... what are you up to?"
"Oh, I have this assignment for a class I'm taking."
"Hmm. What class is it? Er- if you don't mind me asking." I try to continue. She seems hesitant, so I attempt to lighten the mood.
"It's just 'cause some of my friends, or, I guess other trainees, are also going to a school in this area, so if you're going to that one you might know them."
"Ah." She said, not very interested in my ramble. "It's a dance class. Dance One."
My expression lifts and I get excited. Maybe I can help her! That's how I'll repay her. I love dance, I'm sure I can be useful in some way for this assignment.
She continues, "-but it's really stupid. I hate dancing. I'm not good at it, and it looks really dumb anyways."
Hey everyone!!! :D
First chapter done already! This is my first fan fiction, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for reading!
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Oh honey i am more than you could afford
Boy with love 💗