SLIDE INTO MY DM'S -- N.JIN ✔️

Chapter 11

SEOKJIN:

I park my car a few houses away from Hoseok's. The reason being, the front of his house was covered with cars, scooters, and bicycles. I could see a crowd in front of his house too. There were a few reporters too.

What in the actual hell is happening?

I get out of my car, and manage to make my way to his back door -- which was hidden by a few plants -- without getting seen. I catch a few words the people were shouting before I enter his back door with the key he had given to us.

'J-hope oppa! Please give me an autograph!'

'Jung Hoseok! Please give us a statement about you being gay!'

'Hobi hyung! Will you take a photo with me?'

'Hoseok-ssi! Say something to your fans!'

A question almost made me laugh out loud.

'Jung Hoseok! Is it true that you ended up making a male pregnant? We have photos for proof!' The reporter yells, pulling out a clearly edited picture of a man with a bulging belly.

Like, what the fuck. Males can't even get pregnant! How dumb are these people?

The crowd was getting worst by the second, everyone pushing each other, hitting, screaming and what not.

I enter Hoseok's house, and call out his name. "Hoseok? It's me Seokjin!"

I look around, search the whole house before my foot hits a whimpering, shivering lump on the floor. "Hyung?" A weak voice whispers out.

I gasp. Looking down, my eyes meet Hoseok's now lifeless, dull eyes, just like his skin which was pale.

Damn. He looks paler than Yoongi.

I crouch down, and put an arm behind his back to help him sit. He clutches onto my arm and points to the sofa. Deciding it would be easier to just carry him, I pick him up. I immediately ask him if he had been eating, because he was almost weightless.

"No."

"W-why?" I ask him shakily, extremely worried for him.

"I don't have any food. No groceries, nothing. And I'm scared to go out, I'm afraid I'll never make it back," he whispers, his eyes closing. The dark circles beneath his eyes becoming more prominent. His skin was cold, like he had spent all his time in a freezer.

"Hobi-ah, what's happening? Why are there so many people out there? How long have they been there?" I question him.

"T-there my fans, and some reporters, I think. And ev-ver since my last interview, w-which was when you called u-us for dinner but I d-declined." His stuttering made my heart ache.

That had happened days ago. He's been going through all that since that long? And none of us even bothered to ask how he was. What kind of a friend am I?

"Fans? You call them fans? Fans are those who love you, admire you from afar, they give you time to yourself. They adore you. They don't bombard you with orders, they don't camp outside of your house, they don't make ridiculous rumours. What kind of fans are those?" I was beyond furious. At those 'fans' and at myself for not stopping this earlier.

"Hyung, please, stop. They are my fans regardless. Besides, it's just a few days. They'll leave on their own. I love them no matter what." He passes me a smile, and I could almost hear my heart shattering.

I could hear the shouts getting louder, Hoseok winces.

This is madness. Thank God I haven't shown my face to the whole world, I wonder how bad it'll happen then.