Jhope's point of view

“Wow” says Namjoon. “Are you ok?” he asks me. I might look really shocked. I am actually. I never thought that someone can have me as a “hero”. That girl looks so happy in the picture, but I can see deep in her eyes that she gone through a lot. The time that she put on to make these drawings. And she gave her everything to make them. She has such a great talented. And of all she choose me. I feel bleed that I have someone like her as a fan or..... A fan? Why a fan? She doesn't talk like a regular fan. The way she talks about me is different from other. She gets hope from me to keep on. That is way I choked because she isn't obsessed but she admires me as a person. She thinks that I am beautiful in every way. She know how I felt before and how much I try.
“I will be back in a second.” I say to Namjoon. I have to find her. She is going to be somewhere here. I take my jacket and I leave the room. I can feel Namjoon's eyes hooked at my back.

Your point of view

I have nothing else to do here now. I saw the boy or at least their backs and I left my drawings to him. I don't if he will read it. He doesn't know english. Maybe he can make Rap Mon read it. No he wouldn't bother. He has so many letters to read. Why mine?
As I get in the car I remember something. I forgot to that I have put a picture of mine in the letter. Oh no he saw me, my embarrassment. I get out of the car quickly to go back. But that time I go from the back door because at the front there are some people out.
The door is still unlocked as before. I get in. I look around and I go close to the table with the food. When I get to the letters I start searching at J-Hope's basket. There are many letters and I recognize some from before. He didn't saw it then. But I couldn't find mine. It was like my folder vanished into thin air. I keep on searching more. I go to the other baskets. Maybe it will be there. No sign of it. I stand up. Where will it be? Maybe someone toke it. The concert is not over yet so he couldn't have seen it. I am starting to feel sick again. Every time I get anxious I want to go to the bathroom. He can see my face. Not now. He will laugh with me the girl who vomited in the boys bathroom. What a great scenario?!
I start running at the exit. People looking at me weird but I have to get out I am not feeling good, I need clear air.
When I open the door I take the air in my lugs. I look at the sky. It is light blue with some white clouds, so peaceful. I feel better and more calm than before. The sun is so bright that makes me feel less anxious. I can't find the picture anywhere. What happened to my folder?!
As I go back to my car I pass the front entrance but I hear screams.
“J-HOPE!!” I hear girls scream his name. I turn around slowly. He is getting out of the door while security hold the fans behind. I can see from a distance that he bows and waves quickly at his fans. Then he gets to the parking load. The security blocks the fans from following him. He looks like he is searching for something. His black jacket is covering his green shirt. And then I see it. He is holding one of my drawings. I panic. He saw it. My eyes open wide. I hide behind my car quickly. Why did he saw them?! Did he read the letter?!?! No no no no.......
I have to go to the other side of my car. Shit. He will see me.

Jhope's point of view

When I get out of the building I go straight to the parking load. I don't know why but maybe she is still in. I have to find her. Fans are going crazy and I know that the manager will go insane if he finds out that I here. But again I have to find her.
As I go from car to car to see if someone is there, I see someone appearing behind a car and trying to get in. I recognized her from her white green shirt. I start running to her before she can get into the car. I grab her by her arm and I hug her.

Your point of view

I feel someone touching my arm and right after that I am in his/her hug. I lift my head to see what is going on,when I see him. First I freeze, but his hands that are touching my back are gently and steady. I let my self free. I don't think anymore. I know that this is making no sense but....
His touch and the way he puts his hand at my head to place it at his chess. It is too much but so little at the same time.

I wrap my hands behind his back and I let my head stay to his chess. We don't talk. We don't have to actually. His sense is so him. I don't know what I mean but is like I knew him from before. He touches my hair with his long fingers and I close my eyes because I want this to be forever with me. I want to keep it in my clothes, at my body, my mind …... everywhere.....

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