Him: How was your day?         

  Her: Busy got about halfway through my first translation project. You?

           Phoebe was sitting at the bus stop waiting when he had texted her. She smiled at the thought he had figured out about when she had gotten off work. This week had been rough with the translation and with Chan glaring daggers at her every time she opened . These texts were a nice escape from all of that. 

           Him: Nice. Just got done writing a new song. 

           Her: Oh! Can I hear it? 

           Him: Yeah, when the group releases it. 

           Her: Not fair sir. 

           She had started to figure that he was an idol from the small hints he was dropping but she wasn’t sure who. It made sense to her. His voice sounded familiar and he was fully covered that night plus he was eating a burger on what looked like a dance practice floor. 

           Him: So what are you doing this weekend? 

           Her: Probably shop for the apartment. My first paycheck hit my account today. 

           Him: Oooooo Big spender? 

           Phoebe giggled at the text as she hopped on the bus. Phoebe was planning on buying a few Kpop items to adorn her new home and decided to take the opportunity to see if she could fish any new details from him. 

           Her: Not really. I may splurge on some BT21 stuff. Haven’t done that in a while. Or maybe buy a couple of Stray Kids merch...

           Hoseok was leaning back in his chair in the studio fully aware that she was fishing for more info from him. He decided he could nibble at the bait while also getting some information out of her. 

           Him: BT21? Which character are you gonna look for?” 

           Her: No I’m not gonna tell you! You’ll just go and tell the member and I’ll be embarrassed without even meeting him! 

           Him: No I won’t! I don’t even know your name. How am I gonna out you like that?

           Her: You know what I look like. 

           Him: True but I’m curious. 

           Her: Fine. But I swear if I find you out me…

           Him: You'll spill noodles on me? 

           Phoebe snorted at the suggestion. “Wait, is he flirting with me?” She whispered to herself. The notion felt ridiculous. 

           Her: Mang is my favorite. 

           Hoseok had a wide smile planted on his face. He was elated that he was her bias but, he knew he would have to be careful about what he sent her. If she was like many of their fans she would be detailed oriented. 

           Him: So J-hope is your bias? 

           Hoseok’s smile got bigger. She had no idea that the guy she accidentally spilled noodles on over a week ago was her bias.

           Her: See now you’re gonna tell him. 

           Him: And? You’re assuming I work with BigHit. 

           Her: Do you?

           Him: I don’t know. Do I?

           Phoebe grunted and slammed the phone in her lap. He was definitely flirting with her or toying with her; she just wasn’t sure yet. He knew more about her than she did about him. 

           Him: What makes you like him so much?

           The question made her stop for a moment. ‘Why does he care?’ She thought to herself. 

           Her: Well, a lot of things. I mean there are vanity reasons like I love his smile and how he lights up a room but, I admire his persistence and drive to meet his goal. Also, his energy is so positive it’s hard not to smile whenever he’s involved. 

           Phoebe felt stupid telling this to a person she knew nothing about but, she almost felt safe telling him since he didn’t know who she was either. 

           Him: That’s actually kind of enduring. How long have you been a fan? 

           Her: Since pretty early on. I wanna say I discovered them around 2014? It probably sounds stupid but I remember sending J-hope a letter with a handmade bracelet back when I first started following them. 

           Hoseok remembered not getting much fan mail back when they first started but he did remember one English fan who wrote to him and gave him a handmade bracelet. He wondered if by some chance she was that fan. 

           Him: Why would that sound stupid? 

           Her: I don’t know. It didn’t seem stupid then but I was a lot younger and more naive. 

           Him: I don’t think it’s stupid. Who knows, he may still have it.

           Her: Doubt it. 

        Yoongi sauntered in. "You're texting her again aren't you?"

        "Yes, and I found out a little interesting tidbit about her. " Yoongi walked further into the small studio and closed the door. 

        "Oh? What's that?" 

        "Remember back when we first started and I got my first letter from an international fan?" 

        "Yeah..." Yoongi leaned against the wall, "You're talking about the one that Namjoon helped you translate?" 

        Hoseok nodded his head, "I think my convenience store girl is the one who wrote my letter. She mentioned, just now, how she wrote a letter to me and sent a handmade bracelet back when we first started. She said it was silly and didn't think I would still have it." 

        "Wait does she know who you are?" 

        "No! Not yet..." 

           If that was her who wrote the card, Hoseok knew he had kept it in his keepsake box. He made a note to himself to go and find it once he got home later. “How insane would it be if it was her,” He said.

        "Would be quite the story." Yoongi smiled at Hoseol who was mulling over his phone. 

           Phoebe got off at her stop and decided to stop by the coffee shop to grab a drink and a small meal. She was ready for a nice relaxing weekend full of shopping and eating. The coffee shop was quiet as she walked in. As she was ordering her drink and food she was wondering if telling this stranger personal information would bite her in the but. It hadn’t so far and she remembered how nice it had been being able to tell someone about some of her daily struggles without fear of judgment. 

           She pushed the concern to the back of her mind as she left the shop and headed towards her flat. Phoebe began to think up a good book idea. A smile grew on her as the idea grew in her head. She rushed home to get to work on it.