When Is J Hope's Birthday Novels & Stories

Lilith commented and I took a deep breath. "Did you just call me old? Is that right?" I looked at her seriously, I was only 23. "Me and Jenny are 18, Victor and Benny are 20, Kaiden is 21, you're the oldest one here." I slapped the back of Hope's head lightly for her answer. "Um..." I looked at Lilith seeing Hope giving her shoulder a light bite. "Thanks!" She thanked me blinking, Hope had taken advantage of my slap to lightly bite Lilith.

Hope turned seven in February with the particular, focused energy of a child who had decided, sometime around age six, that birthdays were primarily logistical events requiring careful coordination rather than occasions for passive receipt of whatever anyone else decided to provide. She submitted her birthday plan two weeks in advance. In writing. With a colour-coded timeline. "She's definitely your daughter," Killian told me, discovering the document pinned to the kitchen noticeboard with the reverence of someone who had just found a sacred text and was quietly overwhelmed by its thoroughness.

It is giving me a hard time. “You are born in October, the year 1996 the 11th of the month. We- we celebrated your debut… the only thing that is missing that time is… is the debutant. You- you are not there to be seen by the world.” He said and his face turns so gloomy. “My written birthdate is on November 10, 1997. We didn’t celebrate my debut and not even my birthday.” I said as I try to divert his attention away from me.

I recognized them, they were friends with Jake, we were all the same age more or less, Jake was eighteen years old and so were they, I was yet to turn eighteen which was merely a few months away, not that this held any real importance to me however, I could remember my birthday month, but not the actual day. My mom had always told me how I was born in May, she called it the most beautiful month. Thinking of this made me feel both happy and sad.

I chuckle. “I haven't celebrated my birthday in a long time. The last birthday I had my parents were still around.” He explains with a sigh, gripping onto my thighs. I rub his hand, soothingly so he would calm down. “I promise to throw you a birthday party.” I whisper. “When is your birthday?” “December 15th.” I think about when that is and realize it's not too far away. “Okay,” I whisper. “Do you want to tell me what happened to them?” I ask, still rubbing his hand.

“… This baby is due.” “Around March twentieth.” “Oh. Really?” “Yeah. Give or take a week. Due weeks are the new due days, I’ve been told.” “March twentieth. That’s a good date.” “It’s close to my birthday,” he says and it hits me that I don’t even know when his birthday is. I’ve known Jim for years, but I don’t really know him. “When is your birthday?” “March seventeenth,” he answers. “Mine is—” “December first,” he finishes. “I remember.”

"And what's your exact birth date?" Curiosity was written all over her face as she responded to me. "October 7th. Why do you want to know, Jay-jay? I told you I don't celebrate it." I felt a chill run down my spine. October 7th. The same day as my birthday. The same year. The same birth city. It couldn't be a mere coincidence, could it? "I'm just curious," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "It's interesting to know these things about friends."

"But... my birthday's in October..." Klempner nods, casually at first then, stiffening, his voice tensing, "October? October? What date?" "Um... thirty-first. Why? What does it matter?" Klempner stands, "October thirty-first?" His voice drops to nothing. "How old are you, Jenny?" "I'm twenty-five. Twenty-six next... Why? What does it matter?" Christ... Is this going where I think...? James casts me a look of rising alarm.

"When you have time, come to my mother's grave and confess your mistakes! I'm sure that she will want to see you." "Your birthday is the seventeenth of September, right?" Jason asked with his hands behind his back. "How did you know?" The old man glanced at Jason's grandmother. After seeing her shaking her head, the old man then asked in confusion.

He began to jump around. "How can a five-year-old boy be this good?" Jolene blinked in surprise. "I'll be six in three months. Mother and I will be celebrating our birthdays soon. Buy me cookies!" Dylan said cutely. "When is your birthday, Miss Jolene?" "December 3rd. A boring day to remind me that I'm getting old." Dylan chuckled. "Let's play another match." "I'll beat you this time around." "You bet." Tatiana's phone beeped. It was a message from Kings Entertainment Company. Her eyes widened at the message.