Hold Me Tight

Chapter 9

Hoseok's POV:

Though Y/N finally seemed to relax after her bath, I could tell everything was still weighing on her.

1 Month Earlier ~

Our show had come to an end, and I had decided to snap a selfie with the guys and our fans to send to Y/N. As the concert had come to a close we jogged off the stage, waiving to our fans.

I couldn't help but be overcome with such joy. Every show, hearing everyone sing to our songs and chant our names, just brings me back to why we're doing this in the first place. Me & the guys, connecting with millions of people around the world to spread the message of love and positivity. I'm so excited for Y/N to experience this one day.

We got back to our dressing rooms and our aesthetics team helped us remove our makeup. I began to send Y/N the selfie I snapped, until one of the makeup artists came to my side and saw who I was messaging.

"Wait... THE Y/N?" She gasped. The other members looked at me. This isn't going to end well....

A man from corporate marched up to me, and snatched my phone from my hands. I jumped from my seat, trying to catch my phone before he could go through my messages. But I was too late. His glasses reflected the light from my phone, I could see him scrolling though my messages with Y/N.

"We're just talking.." I mumbled as he slowly made eye contact with me. He held my phone to make me look at the messages.

...

Me: I miss you

Y/N: I miss you too

...

"You know we can't have this." He said with an evil smirk. He tossed my phone back to me, and I caught it then made eye contact with him again. "We're finishing this tour, end we're putting an end to this."

The room was filled with harsh, awkward silence. Everyone watched as the man walked out of the room.

Present ~

As I scooped the rice and kimchi onto my plate I heard small snores coming from Y/N. I couldn't help but chuckle at her. I'm going to make this better. An alarm rang on my phone, a reminder.

Y/N's Parents — $$$

The day I met Y/N's parents, I knew I had wanted to be close to her and her family. I admired how close she was to them and how hard they've worked to keep their café running. Once a month, I've made anonymous donations to help support them. It's honestly the least I can do right now.

I finished my food and washed up the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn't want to wake her, so I grabbed a blanket, and tucked her in where she was on the couch. I wonder if she's scared of the dark, I thought to myself while giggling. I grabbed an extra nightlight from my closet, and plugged it into the wall across from her.

I stood and walked to my room, but stopped to look at Y/N.

"Goodnight Y/N." I whispered.

...

I could feel the warm rays of the sun peek into my room, bringing me to consciousness. The smell of coffee and breakfast sausages lingered. Y/N.

I slowly made my way off the bed and out the door, to see Y/N making breakfast. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Good morning." She chirped. I smirked at her. Her hair, perfectly messy in her bun. She seems like a morning person, but I wouldn't mind waking up to this every day.