Paparazzi

Songs and Tears

~Three weeks later~

Setting your things down onto your island counter as you closed the door behind you, throwing your keys onto the hook which strangely caught it perfectly which gave you a little victory dance while you latched the door and walked to the couch before flopping face first onto its soft cushions.

You hadn't seen or heard anything from Hoseok in weeks, although it felt like years. However, you had met some new friends while getting drunk alone.

A girl who went by Gyu, whose real name was Gyunghui, she was a short long raven haired beauty. You couldn't help but feel jealous at how pretty she was, her big dark beautiful eyes had so much happiness stored inside them along with her eye smile. A sharp pointed jaw with quite the fashion sense. The other a quick minded girl named Minjimi. She too was a raven haired beauty, she was the baddest girl you'd ever seen. She never cared what anybody thought and wasn't afraid to fight, which became obvious when you'd spend more time pulling her away from night robber fights. She was stubborn, but she had an undeniable glow to her. She was always confident about herself, to which you admired the most about her.

Gyu and Minjimi became your best friends quickly. You spent two weeks straight together, which easily took your mind off BTS, especially Hoseok, who at this point was just ignoring you.

Today was the first time you'd been back in your own apartment from a three day overnight at Gyu's place. It was fun hanging with them, but you forgot what it was like being lonely. Which you didn't mind.

Sitting up, you rubbed your tired eyes, looking around your apartment. You exhaled deeply leaning against the back of the couch, pulling out your phone, a loud gasp escaped your lips.

Magic Shop, BTS.

You couldn't contain the scream that your voice forced out, grabbing your earbuds and putting them in. Shaking as you put the other end into the phone, clicking on the song.

Your eyes closed without you trying to as the beat of the beautiful song you had created the base for played.

BTS' beautiful vocals and raps filled your ears, it made you feel so alive. So happy, yet so sad. A wide smile formed across your lips, until Hoseok rapped.

A tear slid down the side of your face, he was so magical, he nailed the song, but you just couldn't imagine no longer having him. Opening your eyes, you stared at your bedroom door where he was standing the day you made up the song for it. Tears flooded your face, after the song ended, you sat there in complete silence.

Going to the news feed, the top feed being BTS is going to America!

Their tour already began a start. You couldn't breathe. First, you couldn't get ahold of Hoseok, and now he was gonna be in a whole other country.

Opening your contacts, your fingers trembled as you moved to Jimins phone number, calling him.

The faint buzzer of the vibrating phone slowly became louder as you raised the phone to your ear. Jimin then answered with a cheery voice. "Hey Y/N! What's up?"

"Jimin...which airport are you going to?"

"Gimpo, why?"

"I need to speak with Hoseok."

"Why don't you cal him?"

"I need to speak with him in person."

"Alright well, see you tomorrow then."

"Bye, Jimin."

"Bye Y/N." He hung up, you could barely think straight.

All you wanted was for Hoseok to say hello to you, to tell you where you two stand as idol and civilian.

The setting sun kissed your bed as you walked into the room, you could still see the faint outline of where Hoseok had been. The ruffled pillow he had rested his head against that you hadn't touched.

You wanted Hoseok, you couldnt hold back that you began to love him. To fall harder than before. You wanted Hoseok back next to you, even if you couldn't have him that way.