Hope is Here ~ J-Hope Imagine

Your point of view

Traffic. I have been in my car for the past two hours. KCON will start in a couple hours and I haven't even gone to the hotel. I keep thinking what it will be like their. I am alone no one come to the concert with me. The money is a lot but I managed to come without anyone following me. I look out of the window. The sky is blue and I can smell the spring air.
After an hour I finally get to the hotel. I have no time to get ready as I wanted to. I go quickly to the mirror at the bathroom. I look so messed up. My hair is wild and I try it to fit it with my fingers. My hair is short and I think after the so many times I dye it looks weak. The mix of brown and blond is making my hair even worse.
After I live the room, wearing black pants and an over-sized white t-shirt with a mix of a little light green and dark green at the sleeves, I go to get a taxi. I am caring my drawings with me to put them in the basket with his name and the other fan letters. The car won't be helpful there. Paris is a big beautiful city and is better to move on foot than by car. When I finally pay the taxi driver I try to find my VIP ticket. I will be at the front seats because this is only happening once in a life time. Who knows if I will have a chance again. If I have a chance to see him.
At the entrance there is a big crowd. I see fans wearing shirts with their favorite person in kpop. There are many ARMYs. Now that BTS is more popular people start to support them more. Then I hear people screaming. What happened is there a thief or something.
Then I see him. His is wearing a hat and a mask. With his free hand he is waving at the fans. I can imagine is smile behind the mask. His ears are out of the hat and it makes him look even cuter.
Fans are screaming the members names. When the finally get in, I see two girls arguing. My eye catch first the girl with a t-shirt that says J HOPE with big white letters. And then out of no where that girl grabs the other girls hair. My eyes open wide. That is not a behavior. I don't know what she is saying because is in a language I don't understand. It is not even korean. I see security running to set them apart. I leave these girls and I go to wait on line.
There are so many people here and I start to feel sick. Maybe I am really excited. I have to go to the bathroom quickly. I run at the opposite way of the stadium. People keep looking at me when I pass by.
Behind the stadium's entrance I see a door and actually is opened. When I get in I puke at the floor. I get on my knees and try to calm my self. I am shaking. Great Hope what a great way to start here. I look around me there are people running and preparing things for the show.
“Hey you are the directors daughter someone says to me, right? Yes it is you black pants and white shirt with a VIP ticket.” someone says to me.
“Me?!” I point at myself. “No no no there is something wrong here I-” I start to say but I am about to puke again. I put my hand at my mouth. The guy comes closer and he holds my back.
“Oh no come with me I will get you to the bathroom quickly. Here have some water afterwards.”
He leads me to the bathroom. I don't see the door when I get in. I run at one of the toilet and I puke, again. Then I take some toilet paper to clean my self and I finally drink some water. I don't know if anyone is outside. When I open the door the first thing I see is a guy taller than me with brown hair but he also has some golden highlights. He is fixing his hair in the mirror. And then I see his eyes staring at me from the mirror. I stay frozen in my place because the boy that is standing in front of me is J hope from BTS.
I look at the door and I see than I am at the boys bathroom. I am not moving right now. I watch him as he turns to me to face me. His eyes are staring right through me and is like they are stabbing my soul. He places his hands behind at the sink and he bends his head at the side with a playful smile at his face.
“Are you foreigner?” he says to me with his broken english.

Hobi's point of view

Nature is calling me. When I go to the bathroom I can see someone entering the bathroom in front of me. It looks like a girl.
Anyway I go to the bathroom. When I get to clean my hands I see from the mirror a girl opening the door while looking at the floor.
Her hair is short and straight with brown and blood mixes. She is wearing black pants the hug her curved thighs and a white t shirt with green highlights. She lifts her head up and my heart skips a beat. Her bright green eyes meet mine at the mirror. She looks shocked. So do I.
I turn around because I don't believe in my eyes. It might be a dream. I place my hands at the sink an I ask her.
“Are you foreigner?” she doesn't say anything at first.
“Yes I am.” I smile a little more after I hear her voice. Sweet and steady. I watch her as she tries to grad something to hold her. She smiles too awkwardly.
“Boys, you know, here” I start to tell here in more gentle way.
“Oh yeah right... I .. go .. now.. yeah...” it is so cute that she can't speak properly. She starts walking fast towards the door when someone suddenly opens it. She hits her head and she goes a few steps behind. I grab form her waist before she falls on the ground and immediately holds my arm. I can see how red her cheeks are.

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