Too Good to be True (JHxOC) (J-Hope X Original Character)

Chapter 22: What Was I Supposed To Do With This Information?

Once I finally pulled myself together enough to get up off the floor, I watched through the bedroom window as Hoseok and his friends left the house with all of their bags and luggage with them. I have no idea how they explained it to our parents, because once they left, so did I. I was on Winter Break from school, and I just had to get out of there for a while. So I took my dog, went back to my apartment, packed some things, got in my car, and drove.

I was walking Rizzo, at a rest stop in Oklahoma, when I remembered a little tidbit that Jungkook had said on the intercom. Something about knowing Hoseok's name and having Google. I knew that I probably shouldn't have, but I looked him up.

Holy. Shit.

Apparently, Jung Hoseok, my Jung Hoseok, was an international K-Pop idol. His stage name was J-Hope.

I was not prepared for that.

He was in a group called BTS. I had never heard of them before. I was more into bands like All-American Rejects or Panic! At the Disco. Definitely not my scene. No wonder I had no idea who he was.

But he could have told me.

Against my better judgment, I downloaded some of their music. I had Youtube Music Premium for a reason. I might as well use it. I was kind of glad for my crash course in Korean, because, without it, I would never have been able to understand most of the lyrics. By the time that I got to New Mexico, I was bawling. I had to pull over and try to get myself under control before I could drive any farther.

Listening to their music was weird. I knew each of their voices, and I could easily pick them out. Jimin, of course, sounded like an angel. I already knew that one. RM and Yoongi were rappers. Jin's voice was higher than I expected, and Taehyung's was a lot lower. I was surprised by Jungkook's voice. It was so pretty and clear. I liked it.

But it was Hoseok's that really got to me. He could sing and rap. Most of the time, he did this combination between rapping and singing. It was weird, but beautiful, and it worked.

Listening to them was a really bad idea. One certain song really got to me and had me breaking down. According to the playlist I downloaded, it was called Answer: Love Myself.

It was like this song was written for me and my insecurities. Hoseok's part really spoke to me. Which had me crying even harder. I didn't handle Zero O'Clock very well, either. I really needed to turn them off and turn on some angry rock or something. The Truth by Good Charlotte or Liar by Taking Back Sunday both seemed like valid options right now. And yet...I couldn't seem to bring myself to turn off BTS. I was absolutely, 100%, head-over-heels in love with Jung Hoseok, and as much as it hurt, I wanted to keep a little piece of him with me right now.

When Rizzo and I got to Arizona, I stopped at a Visitor's Center (yes, people really go to those.) to walk him and see what exciting things there were to do in this state. I've never been here before. Phoenix was a good option. So was Flagstaff. But one place kept calling my name. So I got back in my car, got a full tank of gas and a root beer for the road, and headed to Page, Arizona and Lake Powell.

By the time that I pulled into Page, I had been on the road for over two days. I had stopped to sleep, but I really only got about 3 hours. I'm surprised I had gotten that. I couldn't turn off my brain. I wasn't kidding when I told him about my insomnia. Three hours was pretty much a normal night for me. I was basically living on Dr. Pepper, Frappuccinos, and Beef Jerky at this point, and I didn't even care. Rizzo and I both needed out of this car.

I drove over to Flagstaff, then up to Page. Well...It felt like down, since Flagstaff was at a much higher elevation. Coming in on Highway 85, I didn't get a real glimpse of the lake until I had already gotten through town and went over the bridge near the Glen Canyon Dam. Over the dam was the deep blue water of Lake Powell. It was beautiful. I drove along the road and followed the signs for the resort at Wahweap. Weird name, but it looked pretty when I booked it from the visitor's center. I was just glad that they allowed dogs.