Fake Love - JHope Fan fiction (Hoseok)

Chapter One

Hoseok's POV

I looked around, and found myself in an empty room. It was dark and deadly quiet until the room started to get crowded with people holding out posters of the seven of us, waiting in line to get our autographs. I smiled and waited as a girl was getting an autograph from Jimin who was sitting next to me. 'You're my favourite Jimin oppa.' The girl said as she walked in front of me, glaring at me. 'You don't belong in Bangtan, you're the least talented one and the least attractive one.' She spat out and then the rest of the fans started shouting things like 'You should leave BTS' 'BTS would be much better without you.' 'No wonder your girlfriend left you, you're an ugly loser who brings the rest of Bangtan down.'

As they shouted and covered my ears and shook my head, trying to block out their nasty words.

I looked up at the guys, and they didn't say anything. They just looked at me in disappointment. I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my mouth.
So I started running, but their voices followed me until I couldn't take it anymore and I screamed as load as u could with tears running down my face.

'Hyung, wake up. Wake up HOSEOK!!'

I quickly sat up and looked around, seeing Tae looking at me worriedly. 'it was just a dream' I thought as I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

"Hobi hyung, is everything okay?" asked Tae, sitting down on the bed.
I nodded, but anybody could tell I was a fucking mess for the past several months. I huffed in anger and got up, ignoring Tae's worried eyes that were following my every move.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door, locking in right after. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pale and my eyes were red from lack of sleeping and crying in my sleep every night.

'you're ugly'

'worthless'

'untalented'

'Namjoon and Yoongi are better rappers than you'

'Jungkook is a better dancer than you'

'Taehyung is funnier than you'

'Seokjin is nicer than you'

'Jimin is better looking than you'

'Jimin'

'She wants Jimin not you'

'Jimin. Jimin. JIMIN'

'Jimin is better than You'

I shook my head and punched the mirror cutting my fist in the process. I hissed in pain, but didn't care. The voices were right. She does want him. Why does he have to be better than me? Why can't anyone love me and see me, and not the other members?

Why?

I try so hard to be better, and I always give my all in every song and every performance. Why can't people see that? Why can't ARMYs see that? Why couldn't she see that?

'because you will never be good enough'

My conscience spoke and I punched the mirror again not wanting to look at my face any longer. I yelled in frustration and slid down the wall, holding my face in my hands, with my legs bent, tightly to my chest.

I probably looked like a pathetic little child, but again, I didn't care. I am pathetic. A pathetic excuse of an idol. That's what I am.

I sighed as I looked down at the pills in my hand.

Haru's POV

I was sitting down in my seat on the air plane with a sour expression on my face. I was flying to South Korea, but all I wanted to do was run away or punch someone in the face. That someone being Michael. Of course, he wasn't here. He had some 'business' here so I was going alone, and some hitman dude is going to wait for me in Seoul. I huffed in frustration and looked at my phone seeing a text from my cousin. I smiled as I read the text.

Jyong hyung: hey, I heard you're coming to Seoul, aunt Nari told me. When you're here, come by our studio, we could work on something with the guys. GD xx

I smiled at the text, and couldn't wait to see them. Yes, my cousin is the Jyong from BigBang. Those boys are like my second family. Although we never worked together, whenever I'm in Seoul or they're in LA, we're always together.

I've met them all before their debut when Jyong introduced us. Ever since then, they have been my big brothers.

Back to Jyong. Our mothers are twin sisters and that's how we're related. Now you're probably wondering why we have the same last name. Well my full name is Haru Kwon Brown. And since Brown doesn't really flow together with Haru, I chose to go with my mothers last name.

I started to write back to hyung(I don't personally like the word oppa, since in German it means grandpa so yeah xd)

Me: Of course. I'll call you when I get there. I miss you idiots. xx H

I chuckled and put my phone away, looking out at the clouds. I sighed and thought about why I'm going to Seoul.

To say no to that stupid offer. I have to date a boy band member. Some guy from a group called BSTD or something. Hell not. Not today. I will not fake my way to the top, no matter how easy that might be.

Fake it till you make it IS NOT MY motto.

I decided to just ask Jyong if he knows anything about this band. I took my phone out and send him to text.

Me: Hey J, do you know anything about a band called BSTD or BTS, something like that?

He relied fast.

Jyong: first, I almost fell asleep so thank you, second, yeah. They're pretty big here, and it's BTS, why? You working with them or something? Xx GD

Or something, I thought to myself and replied.

Me: You could say that. Anyway, go sleep. See you soon. love you hyung, night. xx H

I closed my eyes and shook my head. This part of fame is what I hate.

Nothing needs to be real, as long as it sells.

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Hey, I hope someone reads this someday. Please, if you do tell me what you think and if I should continue.

love Annie xx