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I step out of the warm cab into the cold air of Seoul, I haven't been here in months. Only three people know that I'm here; Seokjin, Namjoon, and Yoongi. The whole reason I'm here is to surprise my boyfriend of one and a half wonderful years Hoseok, whom is under the impression that I'm taking exams for school this week from what I've informed him untruthfully. I haven't told Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung yet because Namjoon said that they would most likely blurt it out to Hoseok on accident. Gotta love them right? Hoseok has been practicing on his rapping since BTS is having a comeback in May, he wants to be perfect, I just wish he knew how perfect he really is and stop pushing himself so hard. He's been stressing about being perfect because of all the hate he's been getting lately. Every time we are video chatting he will ask me which outfit looks better or how he should style his hair. It makes me sad to see him like this. He's missed me a lot, he won't tell me directly but I can tell how much he misses me every time we say goodbye on video chats, you can see it in his face and hear it in his tone. I pay the cab driver and walk to the Bit Hit studio's fancy doors, pulling the frigid handles, the warm air inside the building pulling me in. I see a lady at the desk and by the look on her face she's not going to let me in even if I showed her the texts messages from the three boys. I pull out my phone and text Seokjin. "Hey, the lady out here looks mean can you let me in?" I send the text, my fingers shaking in excitement knowing that I'm going to see him in a few minutes. He replies with a simple okay and within a few minutes I hear the ding of the elevator and a broad-shouldered princess walking towards me. We step inside the elevator and excitement filled the silent (but not awkward) air. The doors open and I step out turning around and waving bye to Seokjin. "Bye, thank you again!" I smile as the doors close. They promised that I could be alone when I surprise Hoseok. I stop at the closed door of the recording room and hear music playing, stopping, playing, stopping... I hear faint rapping but the door conceals most of it. I slowly turn the knob and crack the door open peaking in while the music played.
I see the side of him, he is standing up, left hand hold his phone, and his right hand making movements in the air as he spits the verse with passion. I listen to his rap focusing on every word. He messes up on his pronunciation and throws his hands up after placing his phone on the desk and stopping the music. He sits down in his office chair and frustratingly runs his long, skinny fingers through his brown parted in-the-middle hair. I hear a loud sigh from him as I open the door fully. "Frustrated? Why don't you take a break and let's go get some hot chocolate." I speak up. His head shakes in his hands. "Great. Now I'm even hearing her..." He sniffles. My heart breaks.
"Hoseok!" I slightly yell with a smile. His head shoots up and he runs to me wrapping his arms around my upper waist. I wrap my arms around his neck squeezing him almost as hard as he is. I feel wetness on my neck where his face is buried. "Hoseok? Are you-" I begin to ask but he pulls away from the hug and presses his soft angelic lips roughly onto my slightly chapped lips. It was a rough kiss but as our lips kept moving in sync, it slowly turned into a soft, mesmerizing kiss. He pulls away and stares into my eyes for a few minutes before planting thousands upon thousands of kisses all over my face and neck. I burst into a fit of giggles as I feel the little pecks. "How? Why? When? I thought-" he stutters pulling away, dry tears and new ones evident on his face but wearing the classic J-Hope smile. "Thank Yoongi, Seokjin, and Namjoon oppa for this." I smile in a loving way removing my arms from around his neck, reaching up and wiping off the tears on his face then placing my hands on his chest. "Y/N?" I hum in response looking into his eyes. "I-I love you..." He says, a slight dusting of red covers his cheeks but he never breaks eye contact. We've never said those three words to each other so this shocked me. I stayed silent for a moment which only made his cheeks darken. "I love you too." I grab his cheeks crashing my lips onto his. We separate a little breathless looking into each others eyes like people do in those cheesy romance movies. "So, about that hot chocolate." He smirks grabbing my hand and his coat running out the door dragging me with him.