Beloved Prankster – J-Hope

J-Hope had always loved teasing me. After all, who better to mess with than the daughter of BTS’s manager who just happened to live next door? I never truly got mad at him or at least not seriously. There was never really a reason to. Sometimes he’d steal my phone to read my messages, other times he’d hide my clothes, or put on a bra and heels shouting that he was a beauty queen.

One evening, J-Hope suggested we watch a movie together. They had a week off, and the rest of the guys had gone somewhere. I was a little surprised that he wanted to spend time with me. But I wasn’t shocked when he picked a horror movie, he knew full well that I scared easily and didn’t like those kinds of films.

We sat together on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and started the movie. Not even halfway through, it began. Just when I was getting really into the scary scenes, J-Hope grabbed my leg. I squealed and jumped, startled. I could hear him barely holding back his laughter.

I threw a pillow at him, starting a full-on pillow war. By the time the movie ended, it was already dark outside. I stood up and headed for the door. J-Hope came up behind me and poked me in the ribs.

- Maybe you wanna sleep with me? - he asked.

- I’d rather go to my room.

- Aren’t you gonna be scared sleeping ALONE?

And there it was, he got me. I was scared, but I didn’t want him to know.

- N-no. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

I opened the door and walked out. I looked around my room and glanced out the window at the pitch-black night. Fine. He got me.

When I opened his door again, he flashed me a triumphant grin.

- I knew you’d come back.

I just huffed in response. First he plays a scary movie, and now he’s manipulating me. That’s so him.

J-Hope set up a spot for sleeping while I changed into my pajamas. When I got under the blanket, he smiled at me and started walking over — pulling off his shirt and pants.

That was so unlike him. A deep blush spread across my cheeks as I buried my face under the covers.

- Idiot! - I yelled when he grabbed the waistband of his boxers. - Don’t even think about it!

- Why not? - he asked, sliding them down just a bit.

- Because no! - I squeaked, hiding under the blanket again.

- That’s not an answer.

- It totally is. - I said, peeking out from under the covers our faces just inches apart. My heart started pounding, and my cheeks burned even redder.

- You’re even prettier up close. - he whispered with a sweet smile, then pressed his lips softly to mine.

My eyes widened in shock. I hadn’t expected that from him. Not knowing what else to do, I placed my hand gently on his cheek and that was all the encouragement he needed to deepen the kiss.

After a moment, he pulled back, looked into my eyes and whispered sweetly:

- So… will you be my girlfriend?