Coffee and Hope || Vhope

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"So, what are we writing about?" Jimin asked as he sat on my desk.

"Well, we can write about Jung Hoseok," I said and looked at him.

"I don't really think it's a good idea, you know," he laughed nervously as he played with his sleeve, too scared to look at me.

He knew I loved Jung Hoseok's books with my whole heart and soul. I was so gay for Jung Hoseok.

Hoseok doesn't look like someone, who is an author. He is way too young and way too handsome. He has muscular body and I read something about him dancing, but who knows if that's true.

"Why?" I asked simply.

"Well, I heard that lots of people dislike him for writing about gays, you know, we're in South Korea, man. Also they don't like reading about suicides. It's a normal thing here, I know, but we're trying to hide it from tourists and he writes about it," Jimin explained and moved his butt on my desk a bit.

"I see your point, but people should know something about him," I tried.

"Well, you can write a review on this book, can't you? It's not like I'm gonna read it anytime soon, but it seems you already fell for his writing, didn't you?" he laughed softly and pointed to a book that was peacefully lying on my desk.

"That's true. But we need something to write about for now."

"Gay community in South Korea?" he suggested.

"You know, it'll have the same or maybe even worse response than an article about Jung," he frowned, but nodded.

"You're right."

"I know."

"But I meant it like we can write something what will make people think. People hate Jung for writing about gays. For accepting it, you get it?"

"Why are you so scared, Jimin? You're gay himself, actually dating a boy," I questioned him.

"You know. It's something I really hate talking about. But well... It happened a few years ago. My parents kicked me out, because I thought it'll be good if I tell them that I'm different. Then I moved to Seoul, lived for a while with my grandma - she surprisingly accepted me being gay - and after I found this job and finished school, I moved out. Of course I visit her often, because she is -after Yoongi of course- the most important person to me," he paused. "It's not like I hate Jung or his writing. I'm just scared, because people are bad. Also I don't want to lose this job, you know how this shit works."

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry I had no idea how hard it was for you and now, everything makes sense, really," I held his hand and hugged him a bit.

He laughed a bit. "It's fine. Even though we're friends, only Yoongi and now you too, know about this thing."

"About the topic... We'll figure something out," I smiled and he nodded.

"I'll talk to you later then, my shift's almost over," he jumped off of my desk and walked away. "I'll see ya later, Taetae."

"Bye," I nodded and pulled out a book.

A/n: Hello!

I'm sorry for not updating this story so often. (It's not like people read this.)

But I hope you enjoyed this boring chapter.

I hope I will continue with this one, but Im not sure, okay?

Also, sorry for mistakes.

I love you!

I'm going now bcs I feel like throwing up again even though there's no food in my tummy, lol. And I have one last lesson, yaay.

Hope I'll be home soon.

Bye! ❤