BTS Angsts

Falling Apart/Hoseok

"Sometimes the world just falls apart. What can you do?"

Your POV

Frustration bubbled up from my core out through my pursed lips as I got ready to throw my computer at the wall.

"Why can't I get this right?!" I screamed into the endless void of the air.

Let me tell you, the start of a new decade isn't one of prosperous times like everyone hoped. The only way to describe it is to describe it as it actually is, which is like the entire world crushing under pieces and those pieces falling in front of you to pick it up.

I angrily tossed my notes aside, burying my face into my hands. Everything and I mean everything, was going wrong. You don't understand how much life was trying to get me to fail. Problem after problem arose in my life.

To sum it up simply, here's what happened:

College started
Money sucks
Rent
College
Life

There is my failing life summed up. Sure it went deeper than that, but you can understand from my words right?

I picked up the crumpled notes strewn across the floor placing them in front of me. What I could use right now, is my boyfriend.

Ah yes, Jung Hoseok , my angel boyfriend. This ray of sunshine throughout my dark tunnel of a life. The two of us have been a thing since seventh grade, and it's only gone uphill since then.

Speaking of which, it was almost ten in the night, and he hadn't come home yet. Me being the panicky girlfriend I was, I started spam calling his phone.

"Come on Hobi. Answer me baby," I begged.

But all the calls kept going to voicemail. What if he got hurt? I knew I should've gone on that date with him today.

As these thoughts plagued my mind, a ring at the doorbell sent my heart into overdrive.

I opened the door to see his friends carrying a passed out Hoseok on their back, sighing softly at the mess in my apartment.

"He had a bit too much to drink. I'm sure you've got it from here," one of his friends said.

I nodded politely, signaling for them to go.

"Why on Earth did you drink so much?" I made a face, smelling the alcohol reeking off of my boyfriend.

I dragged my extremely drunk boyfriend to our bedroom and laid him on the bed. But the minute I let him down, he spread out on the entire bed. I sighed, realizing I would have to sleep on the couch. I had a lot of work anyway, so it was fine.

I got back to my desk, trying to continue my work. But every time I tried to focus, Hoseok kept coming into my thoughts. To be honest, it felt like we haven't talked or hung out in a while, which is strange since we literally live together, but that's only because we've been busy. College is a very demanding time. There was no way we could spend every second of every minute together like we did when we were younger. That didn't mean I loved Hoseok any less than I did. Seeing him makes me giddy. Like a two-year-old with a stuffed animal. And on top of that, he was such a great guy. My stress medicine, Hoseok being in the room giving me love and attention.

I tried to refocus for the night settling into my workspace.

When I woke up the next morning, I was face flat on a pile of papers.

I glanced at the time, grimacing as I realized I was late.

I groggily got up and got ready, shuffling to the door. But before I left I went to check on Hoseok, only to find that he had already left.