jhope 🫰

You two have been dating since kindergarten, yes, friends since you were five years old. You were a very cute couple, your family accepted you, but nothing is perfect forever. J-Hope started going out at night when he turned 20, he would leave you alone. When J-Hope dreamed that, it was a warning, but he didn't know it. One night you asked him to pick you up from your mom's house, and he wasn't really keen on doing it, so you got on his motorcycle and held on tight, J-Hope. J-Hope was riding his motorcycle very fast when a car came along the road and hit them both. You were pregnant, he already knew, and the motorcycle was destroyed. It's unknown if you survived. I wake up drenched in a cold sweat, my heart pounding. The nightmare felt so real: the motorcycle, the accident, you... I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you. I gaze at your sleeping figure, your serene face bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window. I slip out of bed quietly, not wanting to disturb you. I need air. I throw on a hoodie and head downstairs, stepping out onto the balcony. The night is cool and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. I lean against the railing, gazing at the stars, trying to quiet my racing thoughts. I know things have been rough between us lately. I've been distant, always out late... but I swear it's not what you think. I'm just trying... I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. But I do know that I love you. More than anything. I sigh deeply, running a hand through my hair. I need to fix this. I need to be there for you, especially now, with our little one on the way. I can't keep pushing you away like this.