Lost

Episode 13

*many years later*

Y/N

*over the phone* Yes, sir. Yes, I'll be there. Thank you. Goodbye.

I sigh, walking down the road to my apartment, as I kick the pebbles on the path.

The door creaks open, and I shut it softly behind me. High pitched giggles stream out of the kitchen.

Y/N

Ugh...

I walk inside to find Hwasa and Kai pressed against each other, laughing like highschoolers.

Y/N

We get that you're dating. I don't need proof every time I walk into my apartment.

They pull away from each other, clearing their throats.

Hwasa

Let's go to your place, shall we?

Kai nods, and they begin giggling again, clinging to each other.

I chuckle, rolling my eyes and tossing my bag onto the couch.

Y/N

I need a break from work...

Pulling out my laptop, I cancel my fittings for tonight. Who knew being a model was such a hectic task?

Y/N

All done. I'll treat myself today.

Y/N

A coffee, please. Dark. And sugar on the side.

The waitress smiles, jotting down my order onto her tiny notepad.

The store bell tinkles, and I look up.

No way. It can't be him.

But that smile is unmistakable. He turns his head towards me, jaw dropping.

Hoseok

Y/N!

Jung Hoseok.

I grin, standing up to shake his hand as he walks up to me.

Y/N

Hoseok.. what're you doing here?

Hoseok

Oh, I just moved here. Started a new dance studio.

Y/N

That's so cool. Are you here with someone?

Hoseok

Nope. Single as ever.

He pouts, placing his hands on his hips, and I laugh at his antics.

Hoseok

Where's Taehyung?

Y/N

Oh..

I rub the back of my neck.

Y/N

He moved to Paris, and we decided that it wouldn't work at such a distance so... yeah.

Hoseok

Oh. I'm sorry.

Y/N

Don't be.

I motion to the chair in front of me.

Y/N

Have a seat. If you want to, I mean. You don't have to-

Hoseok

Of course I want to.

We spend the evening talking and only when the manager approaches us, saying they close soon, do we note the time.

Hoseok

Can I walk you home?

Y/N

Certainly.

I grin at him, leaving the money on the table.

As we leave, he slips his hand into mine, weaving our fingers together. We walk in silence, connected arms swinging.

The both of us just stand outside my apartment, gazing at each other.

Hwasa

OH MY GOD IS THAT JUNG HOSEOK?

I look up to see Hwasa leaning outside the window, eyes wide.

Glancing back at Hoseok, I realise how close we are, and how beautiful he is.

Hoseok

Um.. Can I have your number?

Y/N

Sure!

We exchange numbers and wave each other goodbye. The moment I walk in, Hwasa bombards me with questions.

Hwasa

What the biskits were you doing with him? Where did you find him? Is it the same Hoseok?

I smile to myself.

Y/N

It sure is.