~Hoseok~

I had in my earphones, one dangling, as I wrote down the answers for English in a sheet of paper. I was in my room, while the other boys were downstairs. I read one question, and tapped my pencil on thinking the right words for it. “Sung’s answer to him was…” The door bursted open, with Jimin sighing happily as he plopped himself on my bed. I sighed, irritated he was probably going to say he flirted with another girl. Though, I never said it aloud. “Before you speak, tell me this once I’ve finished my work.” And when I actually have nothing else better to do than hearing you blab on. “Fine.” He groaned, sitting up. “But, it’s not what you think. I think I might actually fell in love with the right girl.” I rolled my eyes, pivoting my seat. “If she’s older than you, fat chance in asking her out.” I smirked. He laughed. “No! She’s not, okay? It’s…Natsumi Ayumu.” I dropped my mouth. He liked her? No wonder he kept talking about her all day with Yuri. “Don’t look at me like that, hyung! Maybe I did grew an interest in her sense of humour, or her foreign charms…” I zoned out what he was talking and began thinking about Natsumi as well. Her cute, small lips that seem to never frown when her large almond eyes wonder off, or how she smelled like a fresh peach when I leaned over her to reach her laptop. I never really realized that Jimin called me out until he tapped me on the shoulder. “Hyung? I’m heading downstairs to prepare dinner. Do you want anything before I call you?” I shook my head slightly. “No-no, I’m alright. Thanks.” He simply shrugged and walked out, as I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked down at my paper and noticed that I wrote Natsumi’s name at the side of the page, delicately written in my best cursive. I groaned, quickly erasing it and threw it in the garbage. I think I should take a break from English right about now.

~Natsumi~

“Hurry up and take the picture already! My arms are cramping from holding them into the air.” Yuri complained, as I took her picture under the tree in the park. She quickly sprinted right over, checking the picture. She whistled. “Ami will love it.” Ami was her sister still living in Japan, and when she sent her a care package, she wanted to take pictures of her time in Seoul, along with my help in being the photographer. Besides, I also needed some fresh ideas on my 2nd journal entry. “Okay, let’s take a break for today. How about…” We looked at each other with knowing smiles. “Bubble tea!” we say in sync, as we both ended up laughing. “There’s a really good one just further down the district. It’s a small shop, but is it ever packed.” She gasped. “We should go before more people come! Or worse, they run out.” Agreeing, we headed over to the shop where luckily, we gotten eh last order of Black milk tea and Mocha milk tea. We walked around the little shops surrounding it, which I gotten myself a chew toy for Mochi. Yuri bought a few clothes to send back to her sister, as well a black cap that said ‘geek.’ In white written on the front, which she wanted for herself. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks to see a small golden chain catch my eye, in a navy blue velvet box. I slowly picked it up, observing it in my hands. It was a necklace, but with a small silver plate hanging. For some reason, it reminded me of…Hoseok. Simple, yet almost daring to be noticed. “Excuse me, but will you like to buy that?” I looked to see the woman pointing at the piece. I quickly put it in the box, taking out some money, already made my decision.  “Is it alright if you could wrap it as well?” -

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Yuri later asked who that necklace was for. I replied with a simple sentence: "for a very special friend."

Author's Note
Whoa, here comes Hoseok's POV! (Yeah, I thought it would be cool to add another perspective in the story ^^)
By the way, I may be on from time to time, just trying different things on what sort of poster/pictures I want for this story. If willing to do a poster/edit, comment! (Otherwise, I'll just make one with my limited editing skills T-T)

Thank you, and have a great day everyone~

-B.B