whatever you call me | sope | BTS

16: What's Wrong with Them?

Hoseok's POV

After that party which scarred me a bit, Yoongi and I started talking a lot more. He stopped doing weed outside of the school during lunchtime and started sitting with me, Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. Taehyung started sitting there because of Jungkook. The boy is whipped for Tae, lemme tell you. Usually, by the time our school has lunchtime, Jungkook would leave to do some rebellious shiz, but stopped when Taehyung started sitting at our lunch table. 

Even Seokjin would join in with us sometimes, and that sort of forced Yoongi to sit at our table of crackheads. 

However, Seokjin would sometimes show odd behavior and abruptly leave the table, or even the school sometimes. He would always have some excuse like business meetings, but I just think it's adult stuff, since he is the oldest out of all of us, after all. 

I'm not able to focus on them, or studies, though. Lately, the gang guys on my bus started getting tensions between them but also started talking to me a lot too. Also, I never realized, but Rosé is on my bus! We started sitting together, and she is a very nice girl. 

Today, I was talking to her casually.

"Rosé, what's your favorite subject? Mine would be probably math, but I can't see myself being an engineer." I wondered.

"Well, I think science for me, because I love astrophysics!"

I gaped. "That sounds cool!"

Rosé started to wonder with me, too. "How about dance? You are an amazing dancer. Maybe even try out for a position as an idol. You remind me of J-hope!" she smiled. She was so sweet, she remembers the little things about me and also loves BTS. 

I gushed, "Thank you..." I trailed off seeing many people turned around to look at me and they started snickering and panicking. Rosé tensed up. 

"What are they doing?" She was trying to calm herself down, squinting her eyes while doing so. 

I did not need an anxiety attack, and I had a bad feeling I would get an asthma attack very soon, so quickly took two puffs of my inhaler. 

Welp.

Author's POV

"Jung Hoseok. You're Hoseok," One of them stated, not asked. 

"Yes, he is. So what?" Rosé wanted to smack them, because Hoseok was her favorite person in the whole world. They understood each other, and came out to each other in the homophobic school. 

"Nothing at all," another snorted. 

Rosé growled, and Hoseok patted her back as a sign of appreciation. He smoothed out her cream pink hair as a friendly gesture to calm her down. He knew she had anger issues. 

He shivered. "Ah, it's okay, Rosé. It's okay."

"You're fine. We're fine," he said again. "And I'm fine, too."

Hoseok saw as Rosé looked out the window. 

"No. You're not." Her words sounded so solemn, so filled with grief that he snapped his head to her, but she was just fast asleep, her head bobbing up and down slightly because of the moving bus or the rugged road and speedbumps. 

Freaky.