Miss Right (ft. BTS’ J-Hope)
You were up earlier than you should’ve been, dressed and pressed against the window of the train cart with a bright, beaming and bursting with nuclear excitement Kim Taehyung beside you. You didn’t intend to be somber, but somehow it was impossible to match his energy as a million thoughts swam through your head (not that Taehyung’s energy was particularly easy to match on most days). Hoseok’s words nagged at you like an impending guillotine over your neck and yet the thought of seeing Jin again after all these time made your heart flutter, only you weren’t sure if that was a good sign.
The campus tour began with a student guide showing you around the buildings, dropping bits and pieces of history that you honestly couldn’t care less about. Some areas looked familiar from video calls with Jin and photos you’ve seen online and you didn’t hate the early morning breeze that ruffled your hair. Some part of you was already being convinced that you belonged to this sight of Konkuk University.
You glanced at your phone and wondered silently, hopefully, if Jin was going to call anytime soon. It wasn’t until you were sitting down for lunch that you and Taehyung actually talked like civilized people and not him, marveling at something and you grunting a reply.
They let you eat in the university cafeteria, wanting to give you the full experience and the first sip of kimchi jjigae was what actually woke you and not Taehyung’s careful inquiry of, “Y/N, are you okay? You’ve been spacing out.”
“I’m fine.” You mumble in between a spoonful of rice and a bite of pickled radish. “I just didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Why? Excited to finally see your boyfriend, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and would’ve nudged you with his elbow if he wasn’t sitting in front of you.
“Sort of.” You sighed, glancing at your phone again. “He hasn’t called me though.”
“Eyyy… He’ll call. I doubt he’d pass up the opportunity to see you when you’re so near. If not, he’d be a very bad boyfriend.” Taehyung went on conversationally, stuffing himself and humming a little because the food was quite good.
“I guess.” You muttered, before glancing at your phone again. “Isn’t it free time after lunch, are you planning on going to the club fair?”
He nodded enthusiastically, rubbing his kimchi-stained lips with a napkin, he proceeded to say, “Yeah, everyone else seems to be going too. Are you?”
“For now… I think I am.” You smiled at him and he clapped a little in excitement.
“Great! I heard it’s going to be so much fun.” He exclaimed and you can’t help but get affected by his positive energy.
“Is everyone ready?” Hoseok asked as he stepped away from their booth in the club fair. His question was answered by a series of yeses and almosts. “We only have 15 minutes left before we start.”
“Not bad.” A deep voice remarked behind him and he turned only to find Min Yoongi, his friend from music production with headphones around his neck like an accessory he never fails to wear. Some days, Hoseok would look at him and see his uncanny resemblance with Yoonji, their names even sound alike, but he would never admit that to anyone.
“Ey, Yoongi-hyung! What brings you to our booth?” he asks gleefully, hands on his hips as he assessed the older man.
“Nothing much, just looking around.” Yoongi replied unenthusiastically and ran his eyes over the dance club’s booth again. He frowned a little, squinting his eyes and said, “Isn’t there something missing from your booth?”
Hoseok was just about to look when one of his fellow freshmen members called, “Hoseok-ssi, I think you forgot to bring the trophy from our club room?”
His eyes widened in horror and Yoongi smirked beside him, “Told you. You better run or else you won’t make it in time for the opening.”
“I’ll go get it!” he shouted back at the other members of the dance club. “We need all the members we can get this year.” He added with a short laugh.
Yoongi left just in time for Yoonji to come into view and ask, “Hobi, where are you going?”
“I’m just going to get our trophy from the club room.” He grinned at her, unable to take his eyes off her milky skin.
“Oh, well… can you pass by the publishing room and grab a few copies of our newspaper’s back issues?” she asked in a monotone and yet Hoseok beamed at her while nodding.
Your finger hovered over the call button as Taehyung dragged you to the open area where all the booths were. From where you stood, you can almost see where the little fair began and you knew that once you were inside, you will probably be too preoccupied to even answer a text. You sighed again for the nth time and Taehyung was increasingly getting fed up that he decided to let go of you and say, “I’ll meet you inside, ok?”
He was way too excited that he bumped into a guy that was running out of the fair. Just when you were about to chuckle and call him a klutz, your phone began ringing.
“Jagiya?” Jin’s voice was clear even through the phone that you felt like he was standing right beside you. You turned away and began walking off to the opposite direction from the fair. “Where are you? You’re still here, right?”
“Yeah, I am.” You looked around to get a little clue on where you were. “I’m in front of the statue of the bull.”
Jin chuckled a little, noting internally to tour you around a bit more thoroughly if you did end up going to Konkuk. “The one with the person or just the bull?”
You blinked for a second, trying to circle around the bull and see if there was a person, so you replied, “Just the bull.”
“Okay, uhm… I actually just stepped out of a really boring meeting to talk, but I’ll be done—“
“I can just go to you.” You cut him off, staring at your shoes as you kicked a pebble around.
“A-Are you sure? I mean, I owe you at least a cup of—“
“It’s fine, oppa. I just want to see you and talk to you as soon as possible.” You reassured him as you continued kicking the pebble further.
“O-Okay, so can you try getting to the student council office? I think if you’re facing the bull, you should take the path on the right then just walk and you’ll see a really tall building. You can wait in the lobby and we can go for coffee afterwards.” He spoke really hurriedly and part of you can sense if he was wondering whether you were mad or not.
“Okay, Oppa. I’ll see you in a bit.” You said curtly before following the directions he pointed out.
You began walking uphill, but you couldn’t see the building that he was describing. You tried looking back and around to see if you can ask anyone, but you were the only one around that is until you see a guy carrying a trophy and a stack of newspapers, tied flimsily by a string.
You gathered your courage and stepped in his way. With a smile, you asked, “Hi, excuse me. Do you know where the student council office is?”
When he finally realized that you were talking to him, he stopped abruptly and turned to you. His dark brown hair caught the light of the sun, making him look bronzed and glowing. You were tempted to ask what highlighter he used, but you held it in knowing that he probably wasn’t wearing any.
He smiled easily, but you can tell that he was breathing really heavily, his chest heaving up and down and you began wondering just how steep the hill could be. “I’m sorry, the student council office?”
You nodded, taking a step closer to him, prepared to speak again in a clearer manner if he still didn’t hear.
“Oh, you have to walk a bit more, then there’s a really tall building. It’s in the 6th floor.” His voice was as cheery as his smile, leaving you with no choice but to trust in his directions.
“I see. Alright, thanks!” you glanced at his full hands again. “Do you need help with that?”
“No, it’s fine!” he laughed, waving the trophy around as if it was the motion he wanted to do with his hands. “But hey, are you here for the campus visit?” he asked, nodding to the campus pass you wore around your neck.
“Yeah and I’m already lost.” You confessed and he laughed, making your grin a little bit wider.
“Happens to everyone, but our club is actually part of the fair going on. Maybe you can go check it out?” He offered innocently.
“Maybe after I’m done with my… business?” you answered with uncertainty, but not wanting to be the one to wipe the bright expression on his face.
“Ok! See you then?”
Maybe Jin took a while, maybe he took two minutes, but you couldn’t really tell. What you knew, however, was that you weren’t ready to see him when he was standing in front of you. Your heart was beating too fast and your hands felt cold, yet you were sure–above everything else–that you were happy to see him.
There was, of course, an air of awkwardness that hung around the both of you. You hadn’t seen each other in months and haven’t talked properly in weeks. Jin, who was always confident and acted like the gentleman that he was, didn’t know what to do in front of you.
A terse, “Hi.” was the first word that felt appropriate to say as you sat up from your seat in the lobby and stood close enough that you needed to slightly crane your head to meet his gaze.
His kind, comforting yet vigilant gaze as he said, “Hi, Y/N.”
And sometimes words fail. As if someone had pushed you, you were in his arms two seconds later. His broad shoulders covered you and held you close. He breathed in your scent, as you did while pressed against his chest, not ashamed in doing so until he finally said, “I missed you so much.”
You suddenly remember what Hoseok said because the moment Seokjin said those five words, you knew the answer to the impending question in your head.
“Me too.” You pulled away slightly just to look at his face again. You could now see the tired glaze over his eyes and the bags that framed them. You reached up to fix his hair and glasses.
He smiled and suddenly the rules do not apply anymore. The thought of breaking his heart evaporated from your head almost instantly.
Jin took a step towards the door and held out his hand to you, waiting for yours to join it. “Wanna take a long walk and get coffee? Like old times?”
You wrinkled your nose at him, but ultimately slid in your fingers in the gap between his. “Won’t I get in trouble for not completing the campus tour?”
“Well… At least we’ll get in trouble together?” he cheekily asked as you began to head out.
You both laughed and for some reason, you felt like that marked a turning point in your relationship with Jin. It was the first spark of change and even though you knew it was coming, you weren’t afraid. You may not be sure about anything at the moment; you weren’t sure about your dreams, about Jin or about yourself but…
For that moment, at the very least, you thought you’re going to be okay.
And eventually was good enough for you.
“I can’t believe you’re really here with me…” He finally remarked after a short moment of silence as you walked slowly around the more scenic path. He looked at you and if he could, he would’ve seen through you. “…holding my hand and just… here.”
You chuckled at the sheer unabashed wonder in his voice. “Yes, oppa. I’m here.”
“You’re smiling at me. It feels strange. I should be really happy, but instead, I keep wanting to apologize.” He sighed, unknowingly holding your hand tighter. A part of him was afraid that if he brought up the topic, it would ignite another fight just when he got to see you and hold you, but the other part whispered that he needed to make amends.
“Do you have to apologize?” The question was simple when it left your mouth, but as each second passed, it weighed on JIn more.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he halted and stood before you. He took your other hand to hold both in his. “You have to know that I said all those things because I was worried. Maybe, some egotistical part of me also thought that you were shaping your dreams around me and you know,” he looked at you for some confirmation that you knew where he was going. “…that shouldn’t be the case ever. Your dreams are yours and I, or anyone for this matter, shouldn’t compel you to think otherwise.”
You knew that he had a lot to say, so when you didn’t reply, he continued, “I believe in you, Y/N. Of course I do! If I didn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten this far. I believe you can do anything you wanted to do. It was wrong of me to assume that you can only want the same things—“
“I changed.” You admitted while squeezing his fingers too. A soft wind blew your hair around and he naturally tucked it behind your ear. “I wasn’t aware before and maybe we both denied it, oppa. We both changed during the time we were apart, but we tried to hold on to the ‘us’ from a year ago.”
It was easy to see what went through Jin’s mind the moment you spoke. He gulped and searched your eyes. He was begging you not to ask him to do something he couldn’t.
“But we aren’t those people anymore.” You say slowly and he answered with an equally slow nod. “Maybe we should stop searching for those people in each other.”
Jin was at loss for words, he honestly didn’t know where you were going with the talk and frankly, a part of him didn’t want to find out. He wanted to just kiss you, so that he didn’t have to hear what you had to say, but he respected you too much for that. He respected the strength in your gaze and unwavering voice, the woman you became while he wasn’t with you.
“Look at you, look at me,” you cracked a smile and swung your interlaced hands. “…I’m smiling, we can be happy like this. We’re doing fine and we’re going to be better. I know that I don’t have to convince you to believe in me…”
“The fact of the matter is—Y/N, if I didn’t believe in you, I wouldn’t be standing here now.”
You smiled proudly at him and Jin felt himself relax. “That’s right. I know, oppa. We’ll be fine.”
It wasn’t a mantra, it wasn’t a wish… you knew in your bones and skin and in your heart, you knew.
Jin raised your knuckles to his lips. “Thank you.”
Hobi immediately earned a slap on the shoulder from a very agitated Yoonji the moment he returned. His golden skin glistened even more under the sun as a noticeable glaze of sweat covered his forehead.
“What took you so long? The people are already here!” she scolded, eyeing Hoseok and his somewhat frenzied state. “Are you okay? Why are you breathing so hard?”
Hoseok offhandedly dismissed Yoonji’s comment. He didn’t even notice that he was catching his breath until she pointed it out. Instead, he tried to change the subject by asking, “Where should I take these newspapers?”
Yoonji blinked a few times, it was unlike Hoseok to be so dismissive and she wasn’t used to it, but she let it go. “O-Oh, here…” Yoonji pointed to a corner in their booth and Hoseok dropped the back issues of the newspaper while still clutching onto the trophy. He smiled at Yoonji and patted her head a bit before turning around to return to the dance club’s booth. He was at least until he heard a meek voice saying, “Thanks, Hobi.”
He whipped around and only saw Yoonji busying herself with arranging already organized newspapers, so with a grin he replied, “No problem, jagiyah.”
But before he could return to the booth, a shadowy figure blocked him. Shadowy in the sense that despite his deathly pale complexion, he always wore black clothes.
“Yoongi-hyung! You surprised me!” Hoseok jumped, trying to sidestep around the older boy who was heavily scrutinizing Hoseok.
He hummed with a hand on his chin, set on teasing Hoseok as much as he could. “There’s something weird about you… You look like you either committed a crime or fell in love at first sight.”
“Ey, hyung!” His tone was enough to deny the accusations and Yoongi just stared at Hoseok’s back after he pushed past him.
Hoseok sighed when he finally placed the trophy on its designated table just in time for a lone visitor to stand in front of their booth. Hoseok readily grinned at him, excitedly asking, “Hi there, interested in joining the club?”
“O-Oh, I’m not a student here. I’m just here for the campus visit.” He murmured, nervously running his small, stubby hands through his hair.
Another student wandered to the booth, taking the spot beside the other boy, but this one had the same, if not darker, glowing skin as Hoseok and a grin permanently plastered on his face. He nudged the boy beside him slightly. “I’m not a student here yet too, but doesn’t the dance club sound interesting?”
“Oooh… It is! It is! You came to the right place. What’re your names?” Hoseok asked, handing out the flyers that he didn’t even care to read, but he was sure they only contained the good stuff.
The two boys said at the same time, though the former said it more enthusiastically.
“Eo, nice to meet you. I’m Jung Hoseok. Are you guys planning to be in dance?” he asked with his hands clasped tightly in front of him.
Taehyung and Jimin glanced at each other before turning to Hoseok. “Maybe?” They both said and Hoseok beamed excitedly before explaining the summer training program that their club was organizing, something that might interest them.
But Taehyung’s eyes lingered on Hoseok a little longer. He thought, ‘Jung Hoseok? Why do I feel like I’ve heard that name before?’
You were stuffing yourself with pancakes that Jin had insisted on buying you. At this point, you two had reverted to chatter, catching up with each other’s lives over delicious confectionaries and coffee. You told him about Taehyung’s secretive obsession with a newfound ambition that he refuses to tell you and he tells you about how Namjoon is making his head burst whenever they review notes for Philosophy. He also warned you about taking the deadly Dr. Yoo.
Soon enough, the sun was already setting and you were almost sure that the campus tour was already over. Why Taehyung seem to have completely forgotten about you remains a mystery, but you just knew, after you checked your phone for the time and placed it on the table, that he won’t remember that he was with you until he’s on the ride home. It has happened before and it can happen again.
“I think I should be heading back.” You shot a small, bittersweet smile towards Jin. “Or else, I might have to catch a ride home by myself.”
“I can drop you off.” Jin said it like it was the most natural thing to do in such a situation.
“In Daegu?” you choked back a laugh as you looked at him incredulously.
“I did promise you that I’d go visit some time, right?”
Your eyes widened. “Do you mean it?”
“When do I say things I don’t mean?” he complained, crossing his arms and leaning back on the chair.
“When you tell me you’re full, but then always eat dessert afterwards.” You pointed out with a sly smile.
“Except that!” he laughed with you. “…and I mean it every time; it’s just that my stomach has a mind of its own.”
You rolled your eyes and began standing up, “I’ll just freshen up then we can go?”
The moment you were out of his sight, your phone began ringing and Jin reached over to decline or accept it depending on who was calling, but to his surprise, he sees a familiar yet unfamiliar name.
‘Jung Hoseok-ssi? Do they know each other?’ He thought. Before Jin could stop himself, he already declined the call, opened your messages and skimmed through your conversation with Hoseok, who before that day was simply an acquaintance that Jin had met through Namjoon.
The sheer fault in what he was doing was enough for him to hastily place the phone in its former position. You came back a second later with a pretty smile on your face, asking Jin if he was ready to go, but even when he held your hand as you two exited the café, his heart wasn’t at ease.
It’s not that he was jealous or suspicious. He just felt incredibly insecure.
And so he pulled you close and cupped your cheek, pressing his lips against yours with passion that you hadn’t felt from him in a long time. You eventually responded, closing your eyes and slightly parting your lips as you held on to his wrist. Jin only captured your lips harder, his hand went lower to wrap around the back of your neck. You were aware by now that some people were staring and recognizing Jin, but you tried not to care until he pulled away and his intense stare met yours.
You were sure you were blushing and his neck probably matched the shade of red on your cheeks. “Wh-What was that, oppa?”
“I… I don’t what came over me, Y/N. Sorry, I don’t… Sorry.” He increased the distance between you and reverted back to holding your hand.
“N-No… It’s fine. Are you okay though? Is there something bothering you?” you read through the chaos in his eyes. He was never one to hide his feelings very well, one of his many faults.
“Y/N… I guess, if there’s anything… I’d just like to tell you again that I believe in you and I will support you whatever you choose to do.” ‘Whether it included me or not…’ he thought to himself. “If I wasn’t certain that you’d come through… If I didn’t believe in you, I wouldn’t have loved you at all.”
Your brow furrowed, but you nodded nonetheless.
And later that night, when Jin reluctantly let go of your hand to go back to Seoul, you could only hope that things get better from thereon.
But they don’t.
Pairing: ReaderxHoseok, ReaderxJin
Summary: Hoseok’s ex gives him the wrong number and ends up texting you instead. With the two of you in complicated relationships, you begin to develop a strange, but working friendship. Did fate really make a mistake or will a mistake eventually turn out to be fate?
1: Missed the Number? 2: Missing Him 3: Miss Wrong? 4: Miss Stranger5: Missed Him 6: Miss Y/N 7: Missed Us 8: Miss Maker 9: Missed No More 10: Missed Her 11: Missed Smiles 12: Miss Maybe 13: (Miss)ter Wrong? 14: Missed
Miss 14.5 Miss 16 Miss 17 Miss 18 Miss 19 Miss 20 Miss 21 Miss 21.5 Miss 22 Miss 23 Miss 24 Miss 25 (Tentative END) Miss 25.5 Epilogue
a/n: Main insp and basically plagiarized off of See I’m Smiling and If I Didn’t Believe in You from the incredible musical The Last Five Years. PLEASE DON’T KILL ME because this is where the real fun starts. I was about to say something but I forgot again… Edited: I REMEMBERED. Am I the only one who imagined Yoongi changing into Yoonji and then changing into Yoongi during the scenes? Isn’t it weird that their scenes don’t overlap? This is a conspiracy!