Dance With Me

Chapter 15:

Yoongi stood next to us with one hand on my back and one hand on Hoseok's shoulder, trying to figure out what happened. Hoseok looked at Yoongi as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and, still holding me close, explained what happened.

"That bitch!" Yoongi spat. "Where did she go?" He turned away from us and headed toward the door, but Namjoon blocked his path.

"Yoongi. I need for you to calm down and let us talk about this rationally. One wrong move and we'll be in a scandal from hell." Yoongi took a deep breath. I looked up from Hoseok's shoulder to Namjoon.

"I'm so sorry to all of you." I tried to give reasons, I tried to give excuses, but nothing seemed to be worthy enough of what my relationship with Hoseok had gotten them into. I turned to look at Hoseok.

"I need to go back to the apartment and let you all talk. I sure don't need to be here if any reporters show up. I'll call you in a little while." He looked at me wide-eyed. Then he looked at Yoongi as if to ask for help.

"She does need to go, Hoseok." Namjoon began. "You know that. They will be calling for your dismissal if this gets out. It's best to treat it as a rumor for now." Hoseok looked back at me with panic all over his face. His breath picked up as he realized what was about to happen.

"I'll call one of my friend's, Hoseok. He will make sure she gets to her apartment safely." Yoongi took out his phone and began to peck at the screen. When the person on the opposite end answered, Yoongi walked to a corner on the other end of the studio to talk. He returned a few minutes later and looked at Hoseok who stood holding me as he stared into space. Yoongi spoke to Namjoon.

"He'll be here in just a few minutes. He's coming to the back entrance." He said matter of factly.

"Ok. would you take Hoseok and Raven downstairs and make sure Hoseok comes back upstairs with you, please." Hoseok looked to Namjoon with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Man, there's nothing else we can do right now until we know what she's planning." Namjoon explained, speaking of Hei-Joo. I raised my head from Hoseok's shoulder and took his hands in mine. Tears stained my face, but I needed to talk to him before I had to go.

"Once you all get finished talking call me and let me know what's going on. Let me know what I need to do." A tear slipped down his cheek. I reached up to wipe it away. I tried to engrain the feeling of his skin into my brain.

"Hobi, look at me! I was serious when I said nothing will change. I love you. Just remember that ok. You stay here and I'm gonna go wait in the stairwell. It will be best for the group if we aren't seen together at all right now." I leaned forward and kissed him softly. He was too stunned to even react.

"Please don't go," he barely choked out.

"This is the best for the group. I love you but I can't risk your future because of me." I reached up and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back so hard I almost couldn't breathe. I released him and kissed him on on the cheek. I stepped around him to the side and he grabbed my hand in a last ditch effort to try and keep me from leaving. I placed my hand over his and slowly released his grip on me. His face was a furious shade of red.

"I love you," I whispered and then I walked out of the door. Yoongi followed me.

As I reached the stairwell entrance I heard a loud bellowing cry. I fell to my knees in the hall where I stood. Yoongi moved to catch me and kept me from falling on my knee. I knew the cry was Hoseok and my heart broke at his pain. The door opened and Yoongi acknowledged his friend. He helped me to my feet and put his jacket around my head to hide my face. I looked at him.

"Please take care of him, Yoongi. Please!" He nodded at me and told me that he would get in touch with me as soon as he could.

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Hours and hours passed before I heard anything. Unfortunately it wasn't anything good. I logged in online and saw that Hei-Joo had indeed started the rumor. All the major Korean entertainment outlets were posting the rumor that one of the members of BTS had been seen kissing a girlfriend. Apparently Namjoon was correct in figuring that Hei-Joo hadn't gotten any evidence because there were no pictures accompanying the articles.

"Of course this is all just hearsay," one outlet reported. "But we will keep you updated on the situation as we know more." I sighed and slumped down in my chair, my heart started aching painfully all over again. I wondered if the guys had seen the news post. I wish they would call me or text me.

More minutes passed and before long minutes turned into hours. It neared 6pm and I knew the guys should have been practicing for their upcoming promotions, but they probably weren't because of this mess I created.

I checked my phone again, still no calls or messages. I checked the internet. In the last hour it had been reported that J-Hope had been the member thought to have been caught with a girlfriend. The words "dating scandal" were thrown around, which automatically spurred debate online. Some fans were vicious. They called me names and expressed their displeasure on how I was ruining the group. My name wasn't mentioned, thankfully, but with Hei-Joo behind it I figured it was only a matter of time.

A couple of comments caught my attention, however. There were a group of fans that still spoke very highly of the group and their personal lives, no matter how public their lives actually were.

"They are human just like we all are! Why should it matter if they all have girlfriends? If they are happy we should be happy for them."  Another comment read, "They support ARMY in everything we do, yet we can't support them!? And you call yourselves fans!?"  I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me for those comments. Even if it wasn't but a couple of comments, it still made me happy to know that not everyone was unreasonable.

I eventually fell asleep with no call or message from Yoongi or Hoseok. When I woke up the next morning there was still nothing. My heart ached so bad and I wanted to go to the dorm to find out what was wrong. I couldn't of course, so I chose to lie in bed and breathe in the leftover scent Hoseok left on my pillow from the night before.

Nothing else had surfaced online overnight and I found myself relieved in a way. Still, hours passed with no word. I wondered what was going on. Had they been forbidden to talk to me!?

Just as the sun began to set, my phone buzzed. It was a FaceTime call from Yoongi.

"Yoongi!" I answered my phone in a panic. "What's going on!? Why haven't you guys called me!? Where is Hobi? Is he ok?" The words spilled out of my mouth like a waterfall.

"Raven, Hobi is not ok. I mean he is ok, but he has shut himself in his room and he won't acknowledge anyone. He's not happy about the statement the company has put together."  Alarms started sounding in my ears.

"What does it say?" I asked concerned.

"It makes you sound quite.....insignificant." Yoongi's voice got soft and I barley heard him.

"Please let me talk to Hobi! Please go to his door and tell him I'm on the phone! Please! I need to see him!" Tears sprang to my eyes as Yoongi tried once again to deter me. But I continued to beg and plead until he finally went to Hoseok's door.