Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Baepsae

The call to disinvite BTS from the next award show never comes so the guys are still slated to attend the event in Japan, despite their reluctance. It seems no one is thrilled about it and opinions on the appearance seem to be split amongst fans and the media. Some think that this latest scandal has greatly tarnished the K-pop industry as a whole, while others think this is the perfect opportunity to shed light on the invasive, oftentimes illegal tactics by the media, as well as the impossible standards that idols are held to.

I, on the other hand, am adamant about staying home. There's no way I'll be able to face those people again. Not to mention the press sharks who have been swarming at the first smell of blood. Hell, I still can't get their vicious, mocking sneers and scowls of disgust out of my head. Plus, as devastating as it sounds, I need to put some distance between the guys and me. I know I could never ever stop loving them—I'd have better luck scooping my heart out with a spoon—but I need to try. I need to get used to being alone again and they need to remember how it was without me. They were fine. They were happy. Not totally free of drama and malicious attacks, but before me, most of what was reported about them was untrue or twisted to fit a certain narrative. And now...they can't even lie about it. Not even the company can refute the claims and protect them.

Hoseok, however, is not having it.

I'm laying on the couch tummy side down, fuzzy socked feet kicked up, and reading a book. He comes into the room and looks down at me. Then he peers towards the hallway.

"Where's your suitcase?"

I shrug. "In my closet, probably."

"You haven't packed?"

I shake my head. "Nope."

"Do you need help?"

"Nope."

"Vi, we leave in the morning."

"You leave in the morning."

I know I'm being a brat but...I don't care. Or maybe I care too much. I'm annoyed. My heart is hurting. And maybe in some twisted way, I need to take my frustrations out on someone else. The other guys will bend, aside from Yoongi and probably Namjoon. Even Jimin will give me some pushback. But Hoseok...he takes none of my shit. And for some reason, I need that right now.

"What are you saying, Violet?" Hoseok's voice drops an octave.

"I'm saying, I'm not going."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not." I go back to pretending to read my book.

I hear his soft footfalls cross the room and then his his fingers trail up my spine until they tangle in my hair.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" he says softly, massaging my scalp.

"Nothing is wrong. I'm just not going. I'll watch it on tv like the rest of the world."

His hand tightens in my hair, but just a bit. He doesn't quite pull it but I can tell he's affected by my energy. However, Namjoon walks in the living room so he remains impassive and looks towards the leader, his fingers still flexed in my tresses.

"Did you know Violet wasn't planning on going?"

Namjoon's eyes widen with shock before he narrows them. "No."

"That's what she says...that she's staying home. While we are in another country, she wants to be here."

"Vi?" Namjoon begins, his tone much softer than Hoseok's. "Why don't you want to come?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

"I just...I don't know." I don't want to say it. I don't want them feeling sorry for me. "I'm just not going, ok?"