The day after my near-death, Hobi was still cold and bitter. He kept bringing up the fact that I had basically jumped off the roof. Finally, I decided to confront him. "Hoseok, what the hell is your problem?" I said, looking him right into his beautiful eyes, I almost won the staring contest. 

"You know what my problem is, so ask why I'm pissed..." he said. Oh god...Yoongi must have told him what to say. 

I smiled. "You sound like Yoongi." I said. I laughed, but quickly stopped, as Hobi's expression stayed the same. 

He sighed and broke eye contact. "I'm pissed because you JUMPED off the ROOF!" he said. "Three stories CAN kill someone, you know...."He trailed off.

I tilted my head and frowned. "How would you know?" I asked him. 

"Common sense, babo!" he hissed. Damn, huh. He's pissed. I must have looked hurt because he added, "M- mianhae....I was just worried about you. I, I care a lot for you!" He said. He hugged me tight, but I savored the moment. Until he said:" You're like a sister to me....my best friend." he broke away from me. I smiled. 

"You're like the big brother I never wanted!" i told him. He laughed. 

"Should I walk you home, sis?" Ayyy! I flinched. 

"N-no...I'm fine, thank you..." I said. 

"(Y/N).." Hobi said.

"Yes, Hobi?" 

"Goodnight, sis." he said waving. 

And just like that, I knew. I knew that we could never be together. Why? I wasn't friend-zoned. I wasn't even bestfriend-zoned.. Nonono. I was sister-zoned. 

The rest of the night, I tossed and turned all night in bed. I just couldn't sleep. "Sis..."I whispered to myself. "He calls me 'sis' now?!" Ayysh. I wish I could just tell him how I felt, but of course, I'm a little bitch and can't allow myself to do so. Finally, i got up and made myself a cup of decaf peppermint tea. And, coincidentally, It was from Hoseok. It was supposed to help me sleep, but the fact that he made it for me, It aught to keep me up all night... 

I looked out the window and sipped my tea. "Ayysh!" I said. I burnt my tongue. Aha....at last, a summary of the awesome life of (Y/N). I loved how I could see the lights of the city. I absolutely loved (hometown) in the fall. 

I sat on my bed, with the window shutters open so I could see the lights and traffic. I finished my tea, and set the empty mug with the words "Hope and Hope some more" another gift from Hoseok. I hugged my knees and pressed play on my casset tape. "Um...hey...(Y/N)." The words began. "I just wanted to say hello, um...we all miss you...and I hope you're healthy." It was a tape Hobi had given to me. 

He likes to give personalized gifts to everybody. I see Yoongi going around in his Handmade Kumamon hat Hobi made for him. I smile when Jimin eats the sandwiches Hoseok packs for them. He likes to give me little things, like homemade tea and cute mugs and tapes wishing me health and hope. "Umm...remember my three H's; I wish you Health, I wish you Hope, and I wish you Happiness." The tape said. I knew it was over an hour long, so i got comfortable. 

I loved the sound of his voice, his laugh. Some days, I wish that he was next to me, actually talking to me, singing me to sleep. I soon drifted off into a deep sleep, and I heard Hobi's voice, his beautiful laugh, even in my dreams.

I woke to a text. 

Hobi: Morning, sis :D

Ayysh....this is gonna be a while to break outta this damn zone...