bts oneshots ✓ [completed]

More Than Him | Hoseok

I know i just wrote a Hoseok oneshot
fight me.

As usual, "___" = timeskip

❌❕Warnings; Obscene language, sexual comments and events.
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     Park Jimin looks at his friend, dark eyes swimming with pity. Pure pity.

    "They won't last, Hobi. I promise." Jimim claps Hoseok's back reassuringly. The older member only hums, not looking to his fellow band member.

    "Maybe." He says, finally looking down at his shaking hands. He clasps his hands into fists, pushing himself off the park bench. He might as well go home, since there's seemingly no place he could go that you and your boyfriend wouldn't show up at.

    "Hose-- Where are you going?" Jungkook asks, holding three coffees for them. Jimin takes his coffee, sipping the hot liquid as he shrugs. The usually happy and smiling Hoseok takes his coffee, thanking the maknae quietly before he leaves the park.

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      A laugh escapes your lips, your eyes closing for a brief moment as your boyfriend finishes his joke. Taeyang smiles down at you, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer, before he looks away and takes a sip of his iced drink.
 
     You acted like you hadn't noticed his blank gaze.

     Hoseok doesn't look at you like that.

   You push the thought out of your head, sipping your own drink. Easily downing the drink, you turn and begin walking to the recycling bin.

   For a moment, you turn around to make sure that Taeyang wasn't following you. Not that you needed to be away from him... it was only that he was extremely protective and sometimes even possessive, so....

    You needed to be away from him.

   Lost in thoughts, you're completely oblivious to the oncoming form, also lost in thought, storming towards you. The two of you collide, the initial shock not enough for you to not notice the scorching hot sensation that seeped through your clothes.

   "Oh my— I'm so sorry!" A familiar voice says. You look up.

   "Hoseok?" You ask, completely forgetting the spilled coffee—at least it smelled like coffee—down your front.

    "Oh. Hi (Y/n)." Hoseok says, his face and posture relaxing. Your heart sinks at the man's obvious resentment towards you.

   You used to be best friends.

    "Hoseok where have you bee--" you begin, your hands unknowingly finding the thick sleeve of his dark coat.

    "I'm really sorry about the coffee, (Y/n). But I'm in a hurry right now. I'll see you around." Hoseok's lips form a polite, tight smile.

    "Hoseok please—" you reach for him with outstretched fingers. But you felt frozen in place. Your feet wouldn't move. Wouldn't bring you to him.

    As you watch him go, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He quickly disappears, taking little pieces of your heart with him.

    What happened to him?

 
    You turn, stare down at the empty coffee cup he left behind. It had Jungkook's name written on the side of it, stained with spilled coffee. You pick up the cup, looking back in the direction of Hoseok.

   Of your ex best friend.

     
  
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   "Fuck!" Hoseok throws the lamp. The shade bounces off the wall unharmed, but the lightbulb lets out a high-pitched sound as it shatters against the floorboards.

   His hand throbs, but not enough to stop him from pushing over furniture and tear posters and pictures off the wall. "Hoseok?" Your voice echoes in his head, only fueling his rage. His anger. His sadness.

   His heartbreak.

  'Where have you been?'

  'Hobi I miss you.'

  'Call me back. Please.'

  'I met someone today, Hoseok.'

 

   "Jung Hoseok what in hell are you doing?" A voice says from the doorframe. Hoseok immediately recognizes it as the eldest of BTS; Seokjin. He ignores his elder, and continues kicking at anything solid.

    "Hoseok stop." Seokjin pleads, watching as his friend thrashes and yells.

     Hoseok looks at the older, tears brimming his dark eyes. Seokjin sighs, walking towards his younger friend. His broad shoulders flex as he wraps his arms around him.

   "It's going to be okay, Hoseok. It's gonna be fine." Seokjin whispers, feeling as Hoseok collapses into him. They both sink to the floor, resting against the bed.

   "No it's not." Hoseok whispers between whimpers and sobs. "I lost her, hyung." He continues.

    "I'm sure you didn't--"

    "I pushed her away. I ignored her. Now she's slipped out of my hands and found someone new." Hoseok whispers, bringing his quivering fingertips to his lips.

    "Hobi--"

    "It's my fault. I did this. Me." He whispers, barely audible. "She tried to talk to me today. And all I did was walk away. That's all I'm good at doing. Walking out."

 
   Seokjin's response was cut short by a certain maknae suddenly appearing. Both Hoseok and Seokjin look over to him.

   "Oh— should I come back later?" He asks, staring at a crying and trembling Hoseok curled up in Seokjin's arms. It was heartbreaking, to see the happy, smiling Hoseok crying.

   "No, Kook. What is it?" Seokjin asks over Hoseok.

   "Jimin and Yoongi took matters into his own hands." Jungkook says, looking at his shoes fearfully. What had they done?

   "What do you mean?"

  
   "I mean, that they called (Y/n). She's on her way."

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