BTS Angsts

Real Life/Hoseok

Hoseok and I were that couple everyone thought was perfect. We'd take the cutest photos together, go on the best dates, and the best part was we would dance together. Dance was a major part in Hobi's life, I don't think he could live without it. After awhile, dance started taking over him. I'd tell him to stop practicing but he'd be consistent on learning that one difficult move. Since he was getting more competitive, he had a competition over seas in Japan. I was excited to go and dance with him but sadly I wasn't qualified to be his dancing partner. Instead another girl named Jiwoo took my place. She was beautiful, maybe even prettier than me, with beautiful long brown hair that almost looked like silk, and pale skin that looked like snow. She looked almost angelic.

Even thought I wasn't able to dance with him on stage, it wasn't going to stop me from cheering for him in the crowd. We board the plane and take a quick flight to Japan.

"You've got this Hobi, I believe in you!"

"Thanks y/n, I've got to go, love you," you gives me a cute smile and I peck him on the cheek, he then walks away into the venue.

It's finally his turn to come on stage. The music started playing and both Hobi and Jiwoo move gracefully to the music. It couldn't have been better, they didn't make one mistake. I run to the backstage to give him a big hug but as I walk into his dressing room, he's kissing Jiwoo.

"Hobi," I say hopelessly, my voice barley existent but still audible.

He turns over with guilt in his eyes, like when you catch your dog redhanded making a mess of your house. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now, rage, sadness, confusion?

My body takes over before my mind can think and I slap him across the face. I run out of his dressing room, out of the venue with tears falling like crazy. How could he have done this to me? All those hours of practicing with her, he decided that she's better, not just at dancing, but being the better girl. My friends always told me that guys like to show off their girlfriends, now he has someone he can show off. But I'm not the type who will just be happy for him, in this moment all I'm thinking about is me. Why has he done this to ME? He can't just run away freely like he didn't do anything wrong. I wait outside the venue with my face in my hands.

Someone taps me, "Y/n, please let me explain."

"Yes I would really enjoy an explanation right now."

"It never meant to be that way, I.. I got carried away."

"Oh yeah? That's all you have to say for yourself, well I'm not buying. It looked like you knew exactly what you were doing and I know exactly what I want to do."

"What?"

"We're breaking up."

"No please..."

His voice trails off into the distance as I run into the street to hail a taxi. I felt bad for my taxi driver who had to listen to me cry all the way to the hotel. Sadly Hobi and I shared a room, his smell still lingered. It made me sick. The door opens, of course it's Hobi.

"Please just stay, forgive me."

"I'm not that person who easily forgives. I don't live in a tv show where the girl always goes back to the guy, this is real life. You cheat now I don't know when you'll cheat again."

"No this is the last time I swear."

"That's what they all say," I laugh. I start packing my things and buy a plane ticket back to Korea. "Bye Hobi, please be well and I hoped I didn't hit your face too hard," I say with a wink. And with that, I leave the room with all the unwanted memories behind.