Faye
"Come on, Hayun. Hobi will be here any minute to pick us up. Can you at least pretend to hurry up?!" I shout, seeing my lovely roomie still in her pajamas, whereas I barely fit all my stuff in the backpack.
Who would have thought that the tables have turned, and now I am the one holding the gun? Not a morning person anymore, are you?
"Girl, I don't feel that well. I don't think I will come with you."
I'm smelling bullshit. Animosity crawls through me as I run my tongue across my teeth, an unsettling ache nesting in my ribs.
Her words and soft voice do not impress me anymore, knowing Hobi's concerns.
"Are you for real? It would mean a lot to Hobi. And on top of that, would not you mind if I go on a trip with your boyfriend?" I raise one of my eyebrows.
"Of course not, I trust both of you, but I don't feel like going anywhere. I will call Hobi and let him know."
As much as I understand Hayun, I can't help but feel sorry for him. Something happens every time we plan to go out together, and she cannot join. Which I am sure breaks Hobi's heart even more than it already did. I watch her return to her room as I pack my last things waiting for him to come.
Half an hour later, I find him in front of his car with the widest smile I've gotten from him so far, clearly hiding his most profound sorrow. I don't want to make this situation more uncomfortable than it is, so I hug him and silently get in the car.
He looks in the direction of my apartment for one last time and follows me inside without saying anything.
The trip to Busan is quite long, but we are not time-pressured since his match is tomorrow, and we left Seoul quite early in the morning. I managed to take my Friday off, so we have plenty of time to spend this weekend.
A prolonged weekend as I like to call it.
Hobi's sports club has arranged two rooms for us at a hotel near the beach, which I can bet my money it was not cheap. Anything for their little star. As much as I'd like to share his enthusiasm, I am not the biggest fan of the seaside.
Weird, right? I prefer mountains better. So far, I don't check any box for general, socially accepted likes and dislikes: rain and mountains. Boo-freaking-hoo.
I've been told I haven't found that beach that would leave me breathless yet, which I will proudly use as an excuse for my atypical preferences.
Our journey there is a blunt reflection of Hobi's personality. Two words: loud and lively. I could also add cheerful, optimistic, energetic, and all the adjectives that coat his persona, but there's no need.
Spending time with him can be merely described as a childhood friendship. That never-ending feeling you had when you were young that the day would never pass and the time stopped. You can be yourself, and you can say whatever crosses your mind, with no filter and no shame, up to the point that I wish anyone would have a Hobi in their lives.
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Gold Dust || JJK
Fanfiction"I can't fucking breathe without you, Faye. You mean everything to me." Why does this sound better than I love you? It took me this long to realize that he was serious. Now that I look at him, I understand. The never-ending saga between us and the h...
