Only You (J-Hope x Reader)

An Unsure Feeling

~Two months later~

"Tour?" I asked. I looked at Hoseok, who was packing his bag. He nodded, "Yeah, do you want to come with me?" "Am I allowed to?" I asked back. "I wouldn't see why not. After all, you're my girlfriend. Plus, it's not like you haven't been on tours with me before," he answered. I gave him an unsure expression. It's true, I've been on tours with him. For some reason though, I was unsure about this. "If you're concerned, then you can stay here. But you'll be the only one here," Hoseok said, making me stare at him. "That's right, Kim normally follows BTS on tours," I thought. But whenever I was alone and BTS was on tour, I distract myself with work and projects. I was used to being alone from time to time. But this time, I wasn't busy, and I didn't have anything to distract myself with. "I'll think about it..." I said, unsurely. Hoseok looked at me. "Is everything okay?" he asked. I slowly nodded, "I just feel a little uneasy about this tour." "Don't worry about it, we'll be together. No need to feel uneasy," he said. "He's right, maybe my feelings are just tricking me," I smiled. "Then I'm coming," I said, quickly going to get my suitcase. I started to throw clothes into my suitcase, that's what I normally do. It wasn't like I needed to look good around Hoseok (although he always makes me look bad when I'm beside him). "Whoa, what's all this?" Kim entered the room, shocked. I looked over to her, "Did you need something?" She laughed and shook her head, "Not at all, just wanted to see the process of packing. But it seems it's going well, especially how you're throwing clothes into your suitcase without a care." "Should I be concerned about my appearance?" I asked, confused and she shrugged. "Maybe just a tad, cameras will be all over us. It'll most likely catch your uncaring state," Kim answered. I looked over at the suitcase, the hill I had made by throwing clothes on one another. Soon I was packing my suitcase again, this time with a fashion sense in mind.

~Landing~

After the airplane landed, we quickly walked out. We avoided any contacts with fans. We were trying to avoid them, but they were quick to recognize us and surrounded us. Cameras flashed, and people were shouting. Of course security tried their best to protect us from the chaos, but some fans broke through the barrier. I watched as the fans touched members, before being pushed back into the crowd of fans. As we were walking, a hand landed on my shoulder and I was pulled back. "You stupid b****, how dare you f***ing steal my bias," the female started latching onto my hair. I winced in pain, as I tried to fight back in a nicer manner. Then the security pulled her away from me, and some dragged her away. I heard her threats and shouts. "Are you okay?" Hoseok asked, quickly approaching my side. "I-I'm fine," I quietly replied. He quickly placed his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him, like he was protecting me. Soon we were in the car, safe and sound. "That was rude for a fan to do that," Namjoon said in disbelief that an ARMY had the audacity to pull me out of the group, and pull my hair. "I'm sorry about that, babe. I should've kept an eye on you," Hoseok said, guilty. "No, it's okay..." I replied, as I continued to look down at my hands. "It's not like I'm not used to it," I mumbled. After a while, we were in the hotel. I laid on the bed and looked out the window, mesmerized by the view we were provided with. "It's pretty, isn't it?" Hoseok asked, as he back hugged me. I nodded with a smile, my eyes glued to the sight. "The others and me are planning to go get something to eat. Want to come along?" he asked. "Isn't that dangerous? I mean, since fans could see you," I said. He let out a laugh, "It may be, but I'm sure we'll be fine." I nodded, "Sure, I'll come."

~After a while~

We walked down the sidewalk; laughing surrounded us as we walked as a group. Then we stopped by a fast food restaurant. "Y/N and I will order for you guys, just stay here... and try not to look like a gang," Kim said. I watched as the seven of them look at each other, confused by her statement. "You're a bunch of guys with masks, sunglasses, and caps," she pointed out, clarifying her last statement. "Aren't we going to go and eat in there?" Namjoon asked. He pointed at the window, that showed the chairs and tables inside. She quickly shook her head, "And draw more attention? I was thinking that it'll be best if we hang out in a more private place. Since you know, you're famous, and people know our faces." We, beside Kim, looked around, eyes were already drawn on us. "Haven't we drawn enough attention?" I whispered. Kim nodded, "We have. So we need to hurry and order food, before any crazy fans starts- you know..." I nodded at her words, not needing her to finish her sentence. Kim and I quickly went into the restaurant, and out as fast as possible. We casually walked off, while trying to find a park to stop by and eat at. We chatted and laughed. But then, something caught my eyes. I froze in my spot, shocked by what I was seeing. "Y/N?" the others looked from me to the woman, and then back again.

"Why is my mom here?" I thought, completely unable to move any further. My mom looked at the eight that surrounded me, "These must be your friends." She smiled, "Hi, I'm-". I quickly interrupted her. "You guys go ahead," I said, hands clenched. They looked at me. "Are you sure you want us to? You seem uneasy," Kim whispered. I slowly nodded. After all my mom's done, I didn't want her to introduce herself to my friends. They hesitated for a bit before slowly walking away, waiting for me to call out to them to get their help. Hosoek's eyes were glue to me, concern filling them. My mom simply watched them walk by, before turning her attention to me. "Why didn't you allow me to introduce myself?" my mom asked with a gentle smile. "You know exactly why," I said, glaring at her. "Oh come on, you don't have to be mean to your own mom. I was the one who raised you," she extended out her hand to "comfort" me. I quickly back away. "Don't touch me," I felt fear building up in my body. Even though it's been years since her hands have touched me, the slaps were constantly haunting me. "And for your information, I raised myself. Because you were too busy beating me up," I stared at her.

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~XutieMiako