Cursed Vows(BTS X Hobi)

Left Alone on the Red Carpet.

Authors pov

Hoseok sat in the back seat of the shared car, his body tense, fingers fiddling anxiously as he stared out the window. All six of his husbands were there, dressed impeccably in fine suits, the picture of wealth and prestige. They had even bought a suit for him—his first tailored one—though it felt like another reminder of how he didn’t belong. His reflection in the car window looked forlorn, eyes cast downward, his heart heavy with sadness he didn’t have words for.

He didn’t want to be here. All he wanted was to stay at home, away from the world and its judging eyes, to sink into the solitude that seemed to be his only comfort these days. He had never felt so low. When he’d first seen them, each of the brothers had stolen a piece of his heart, and now they felt like they were tearing it apart with every dismissive look and cold word.

He knew why they acted the way they did—they’d been forced into this marriage, just as he had. But for Hoseok, things had shifted. Somewhere along the line, he’d started to care deeply for each of them. He fell in love with them all so fast, his heart bursting with affection he longed to show in small, tender gestures—a touch, a kiss, a lingering look. Even when they didn’t reciprocate, he’d hoped his gestures might convey his feelings, even if only a little. But they rarely looked back, their own hearts seemingly closed off.

Hoseok sighed, wishing that one day they might see him, really see him, and maybe feel something more than resentment.

The car slowed as they neared the event center, the flash of cameras already blinding. Reporters and journalists crowded around, calling out, their voices a blur. Hoseok’s stomach twisted as he took in the sea of people outside, the red carpet leading to the grand entrance. The chauffeur stepped out and walked around to open the door.

One by one, the brothers exited, graceful and confident, their demeanor polished. Hoseok’s breath quickened, realizing he would have to step out alone into that crowd. The cameras, the strangers’ eyes, the whispers—all of it filled him with dread. He glanced around desperately, catching sight of Jimin beside him.

Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed Jimin’s wrist, his fingers tightening instinctively as his heart pounded. Jimin stopped, glancing down at the hand clutching him, then up to Hoseok’s face.

Hoseok’s voice was barely above a whisper, a plea wrapped in desperation. “Jimin… can you stay by my side? Just… just for the walk in?”

Jimin’s expression hardened, a flash of annoyance crossing his face. He looked Hoseok up and down, clearly baffled by the vulnerability in his request. Hoseok waited, his heart hopeful, but then Jimin yanked his wrist free, his tone cold and dismissive.

“I’m not your bodyguard, Hoseok. You can walk in by yourself. What’s the big deal?” He didn’t give Hoseok a second glance as he stepped out of the car, leaving him behind.

Hoseok’s face fell, his throat tightening as his eyes prickled with unshed tears. He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to look up and blink away the emotions threatening to spill over. He fanned his face with his hands, trying to hold back the tears, refusing to break down here, now, in front of everyone.

This wasn’t what he had signed up for. Not the disdain, not the loneliness, not the endless ache in his heart that refused to be soothed.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to step out of the car, alone, bracing himself for whatever lay ahead.