Series Of Oneshots

Don't Leave Him Out

On the days that the Bangtan Boys weren't on stage, at fan meetings, or at their long hour practices, the boys stayed in the comfort of their rooms. Playing games, reading, producing music, sleeping, etc.

Idols are supposed to be happy, cheerful people. At least that's what they show you, what they show their fans, their fellow citizens, the earth. But, what they don't show you is their sad moments, their hard times, their struggles. Each member gets them, every idol gets them.

It's just something that comes with being an artist.

However, Hoseok he had it the worst out of all the members. The hate comments, letters, they really got to him. The boys told him to just ignore them, that they were just haters and weren't what he needed to be focused on.

Jung Hoseok's POV

Walking back from our latest practice, Tae had his arm wrapped around my neck.

"Hey, Hyung? What do you want to do tomorrow?" He asked looking up into the night sky.

"I'm just gonna take the day off, Tae, sorry," I responded looking down at the comments on my phone screen.

A frown holding a place on my face. A permanent place for it recently.

"Ahh, Hyung! Why are you looking at those?" Taehyung sighed, taking my phone from me. "You know, someone told me once, that the people on the other side of the screen typing those comments only say those things because they are jealous of what they don't have. You just have to block those comments out of your head and replace them with positive fun thoughts."

"Thanks, Tae, but I just need some time to myself for a bit, I'm a bit tired."

"Okay, well see you in 2 days for practice." He said, giving my phone back, ruffling my hair before walking into the building.

A forced chuckle escaped my lips, as I shook my head while walking to the building. As I made my way down the hallway, I heard Jungkook Taehyung and Jimin yelling as they played their silly video games. Jin stood in the kitchen cooking like he usually does, Namjoon sitting at the kitchen counter reading a book. The lights were on in the "Genius Lab" indicating that Yoongi was making music.

My hand grasped the cold material of the doorknob as I pushed the door open, shutting it as I got inside. Sitting on the mattress of the bed, the sheets denting as my weight collided with it.

Tears escaped my eyes as the comments repeated themselves in my head, like a slideshow.

"He should leave BTS."

"He's a coward."

"He can't sing."

"He is the worst rapper."

"He's not as handsome as the rest of the group."

My hands ran over my face, as I sniffled and quietly sobbed. I heard a knock on my door, making me clear my throat and dab my eyes, before yelling.