Past

"BITCH, PICK UP YO DAMN PHOOOONE!"

Your body jolts awake as your own voice projects from your phone, ringing across the room while the screeching pierces your ears..

"Uuuunngg..." you groan, rolling over to bury your face into your luxurious pillow. Attempting to open your eyes, the eyelids squeeze themselves shut as soon the sharp daylight slices through your pupil.

"GURL, PICK UP YO PHONE FOR GOODNESS SAKE!"

Oh God, I really need to change my ringtone.

Your hands roam around the bed, blindly searching for your phone to desperately put an end to the buzzing vibration that worsens your headache.

Finally, your fingers trace over the familiar cool surface, instantly grabbing it with relief. Without checking the caller ID, you answer it, slapping the phone onto the side of your ear.

"Hmmm?"

"Y/N! Finally you're awake!" Vanessa exclaims, her loud sending an excruciating pain up your nerves "I've been trying to reach you for ages."

"Ughhh, don't shout." You grumble, face scrunching up into a grimace while you rub the sleep away from your eyes.

"Oh dear, you still hungover from last night's party?"

"Eh..last night? Party?"

Last night appears as a blur as you try to remember, your brain not functioning while it fights to keep you awake. This didn't come as a surprise to you though.

Any time someone offered you alcohol or invited you to a party you didn't hesitate to accept. Cause you know it's free alcohol and food.

"Anyway!".

Vanessa's voice once again stabs your eardrum causing you to snatch the phone away.

"I've been trying to call you because guess who wants to hire you?"

"Who?" you mumble, forcing yourself to sound interested.

"Big Hit entertainment."

You stretch your legs down the mattress, letting out an unusual sound as you feel a relieving feeling shoot through your limbs. "Who?"

"Big Hit! The company BTS belongs to." She says happily.

"Oh right, great." you blandly reply, unable to completely process the information.

But when it finally sinks in your back shoots you to sit up straight and your eyes shoot fully open open "Wait who?!"

Your head immediately screams at you for moving so fast making you grab your forehead and squeeze your eyes shut.

"Oh my gosh, your brain is clearly not functioning so I'm just gonna text you the address of where they wanna meet you, okay?" she informs, her patience wearing thin.

"Wait! Vanessa!" you call for your friends name, your chest burning with curiosity. But the line ends, leaving you hanging. You clutch your phone to your chest, looking around your room as you start to judge reality. It's good to be true.

Easing you of stress, your phones buzzes, a message following with an address and a time just like she had promised and you thank god for her reliability.

11.30am it reads.

You glance at the clock on your phone. 11.15am.

"Shit." You curse "Shit, shit, shit."

You sprint off the bed into the bathroom falling in the process.

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Present

As soon as you walk off the stage, an applause from your team greets you, the sound sending a grin to your face and you clap along with them. "Thank you guys!"

Bob hugs you "You were amazing, I knew you wouldn't disappoint."

"Thanks, Bob." You accept his compliment and his hug.

He breaks the embrace "Alright now you're seated at the front, you were originally seated next to BTS but I switched up a few things to make you more comfortable."

You let out a sigh of relief "What would I do without you."

"I don't know, I honestly don't know."

You let out a playful laugh and deliver a light punch to his shoulder, causing him to return a toothy smile.

"Alright, now quickly go change."

You nod, following your team as they guide you back to your changing room. You request politely for them to give you privacy and they happily agree, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The atmosphere falls cold, discarding the useless heating while your mind cascades around him, dragging you down into your emotions.

The way Jungkook reacted tonight flashs in your memory and all oxygen leaves your body, sending your chest heaving as sobs violently strangle you. Tears rush out, pouring down your cheeks like Niagara Falls. Your body feels too weak, unable to handle the amount of pain and you shatter to the ground along with your heart.

Curling into a ball, your arms wrap around your legs for comfort, pulling them close to your chest as you hug them. You let yourself drown in your gushing tears, the heartbreaking noises filling the room.

There's no one there to hug you. No one to wipe your tears. No one to comfort you.

No one to love you.

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Past

This can't be happening, you think to yourself. Eyes nervously glancing every time a passenger or flight attendant passes you.

There you were, sitting on a plane, in first class, going to Korea. The fresh air rejuvenates you, causing you take a deep breath and sink deeper into your heavily cushioned seat. Flight attendants check on you here and there, offering snacks and any other source of help.

And of course you couldn't refuse the snacks. You don't mind it, it had been a while since someone had acted so kind to you, so you make the most of it, feeling the experience is about to be snatched out of your tight grip any second.

When Big Hit had asked to meet with you, surprisingly Bang PD Nim himself had asked you to work for them.

"We hear that you're quite a talented back up dancer and choreographer." He'd said, pushing up the thin frame of his glasses as he studies you.

And as you're awkward self never disappoints, you snort "Talented?"

He stays silent, expression not amused while he patiently waits for you to properly speak.

You clear your throat "Yeah I guess you could say that."

"We would like you to work with us, particularly BTS."

Your eyes lit up at BTS, leaning forward as you nod with interest, almost falling out of your seat.

"Now of course you're going to have to leave your home here in America and come join us in Korea but-"

"Where do I sign?"

And that's how you managed to sign a contract with Big Hit.

Of course you were worried about the cost of the flight and shipping your stuff to Korea but Big Hit's rich ass offered to pay for everything and you gladly accepted.

You aggressively tap at the blank screen in front of you,  a frown forming across your face as you struggle to work the mini TV. Distractedly pressing at the button you barely notice a man plopping himself comfortably on the seat next to you. His flaming red hair catches the corner of your eye.

It was your hope. And you were his hope. It was.....J-Hope.

When you turn to fully study the man, your mouth drops slightly open as you gape at the ridiculously handsome man beside you. He notices your stare, sending a grin and you feel like the sun has just shone its light on you while he shows off his perfectly straight teeth. "Hey. I'm J-Hope, but don't hesitate to call me Hoseok or Hobi."

He offers his hand and with an awkward smile you slip your hand into his, shaking it lightly. "I'm Y/N." you state.

His smile widens. "That's a pretty name." he compliments kindly.

Your cheeks redden and you bite back your goofy smile "Thanks, your name's not that bad either." you cringe at your awkward response.

Hoseok simply chuckles. "So, are you the famous dancer who's recently joined our company?"

Your shoulders shrug. "Yeah, I guess." The word famous almost making you laugh.

He pulls out his phone as it tings with notifications. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here," he turns to you again "it is going to be quite a long flight so I'm sorry that you have to put up with me."

"Oh no, it's completely fine. Don't worry." you assure him.

"I hope it's okay. Jungkook was supposed to sit here in the first place but he asked to swap seats with me." he explains, switching his phone into airplane mode before he pockets it and places his fully attention onto you.

"Oh.." your smile drops at the unexpected information "...why?"

Hoseok notices your expression change "No, it's not like that." he quickly says. "It's not you, well it kinda is. It's just that he's quite shy, especially around beautiful women like you."

Heat rises to your cheeks as you feel yourself blush at his complimenting words "Oh, right."

Hoseok could've rested from his tiring schedule, could've watched TV, could've talked to anyone else but instead he spent the long hours of the flight talking with you, showing a great interest in your likes and dislikes. The conversation circulated mostly over dance but you didn't mind.

The two of you grew up with the burning passion for dance so the conversation was expected.

After a few more hours you manage to doze off. Your eyes close against your will. Your head sinks low, falling onto Hoseok's shoulder. He looks down at your pursed lips while fall deep into sleep. He smiles softly. Noticing the small goosebumps along your arms, he grabs a blanket and sweeps it over. He makes sure your tucked in warmly and then closes his eyes to rest himself.

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A/N: Sorry for the boring and short chapter. It gets more interesting don't worry.

Hobi is my bias, who's yours???

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