"I'm sorry hyung, I don't know how to love."
She says as I watch her plaster a dumb, love struck look on her face; the kind that makes some girls wonder why they were not born a man. A stereotypical, "I'm a helpless damsel in distress and I need Prince Charming to save me." This small action made me fume.
"I'll teach you then."
My beloved wraps his arms around this personality-less girl, a hand slipping down to her waist, the other on her cheek, tilting her head-
"Cut!"
He realises her. I take a second then realise I wasn't breathing. I take mouthfuls of air, gulping it down like water; thanking the lord it was just a movie. He walks towards me, smiling, gushing, laughing. Slowly his walk turns into a run, arms spread, ready to hug me.
"J-HOOOPEEE!" I yell, the echo of my words bouncing of the walls of the set of a fake classroom. We collide laughing.
"How did I do?" He asks me, arms slithering around my waist like lovers, just like he did to that girl. I remembered then that I was Suga, and despite my name resembling the sweetest of the sweet, I am entirely the opposite; sour, with a 'Don't touch me' face. I don't give hugs period. So I push him away. Oh God, I push him away, trying to ignore the look of hurt and confusion on Hoseok's face. We will always, always just be friends.
"You did great." I say shortly.
"I'm sorry, only 'great'?" He nudges me.
"Your talking to Hobi Hyung, and you say I only did 'great'?!" I laugh. This is J-Hope; everybody's guardian angel.