perfect idol. || j.hs.

you've reached perfection! (?)

comeback day.

bangtan released their new comeback today. and already, it was a huge hit. it was a concept similar to run, well, like a continuation of run. everyone adored the video, concept, lyrics and of course, hoseok's dance break! no one speculated anything about hoseok, because they shot the mv at the beggning of his diet, so he looked fine. he also never posted selcas, so how would anyone know?

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music bank.

the first music show they had to perform on today, and hoseok couldn't even get out of bed that morning. he didn't see shit, just black, and after he just blacked out. he ate half a sandwich, which didn't help, but at least he could stay on his own two feet. kinda.

they had a different plan today. they'll stream the live performance on every platform! so armys can see it on their tv, vlive, youtube and many more.

everyone was happy about that except hoseok. he's still so fucking ugly, how can he appear on so many platforms? or so he thought.

"hoseok. have some ramyeon with us before the stage. you promised you'll eat. this is serious, we don't want you to fucking die on that stage. please? for us? for army?" seokjin spoke, putting a hand on his shoulder in the form of comfort but worry. seokjin was very, very concerned.

once he heard the word "army" he almost broke into pieces. his loyal fans... the ones who made him realize the truth. that he was fucking fat and ugly. he was appreciative towards them for that, but he was so dissapointed in himself because he couldn't become perfect for them.

"no... i can't eat, i've already eaten already." hoseok spoke with a low tone.

"what exactly have you fucking eaten, hoseok?! a half of a fucking sandwich?! when you die because of malnutrition and starvation, i'll be the who'll regret it, not you. fucking eat or i'll spit on your fucking grave." yoongi said while passing by, he didn't mean it, he just wanted the boy to eat. at least one proper meal. but unluckily for yoongi, and the rest of them, that wouldn't happen soon. it would never happen.

"hyung, i don't wanna seem disrespectful, but you have no right to speak in this situation." hoseok rolled his eyes, and took seokjin's hand off of his shoulder, and plopped on the couch near them.

"fuck is that supposed to mean?" the mint haired boy stopped in his tracks and shot him a death glare. to the elders, it's a huge insult and sign of disrespect if a younger talks back. seokjin and namjoon were the only ones who didn't mind it as much tho.

"that means shut the fuck up."

"yoongi don't do anything. leave him alone." jin said holding yoongi's arm.

"i wasn't gonna do anything either way." he said monotone, and walked away.

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"good luck everyone, i know you'll do great. let's go!" namjoon reassured everyone and patted their backs, as they got up on stage. everything was live, everyone was focused on hoseok, they would see everything he would do. mistakes, mess ups, literally every single move.

jimin was positioned next to hoseok during the beggining, so he held onto him. he made sure hoseok didn't fall, because he was trembling, well, shaking violently. he was so scared for hoseok, he knew something bad was coming their way today. and he didn't like that feeling.

as the music started, hoseok already felt worse than before. he moved to the beat, but he didn't move like he use to three weeks ago. there was no energy, no passion. he moved as if he was forced to. he couldn't even see what he was doing, he felt horrible, worse than ever, his vision was blurred, tears were filling his eyes, his heart beat at an incredible rate and he couldn't breathe.

he stopped.

his vision stopped, the tears stopped, his heart beat stopped and his breathing stopped.

hoseok collapsed to the ground.

but,

it wasn't his usual collapsing. he was

dead.

hoseok is dead.

the others rushed to him quickly, the first one being jimin. he started crying his eyes out and screaming, he put his hands on his chest and cried even more.

the cameras stopped rolling, and the paramedics were called.

"is he breathing?" yoongi tried containting himself while asking that, but couldn't quite do it, so he let out a few tears too.

"i-i'm sure he's fine, hyung..." taehyung said while panicking, wishing and praying for the best.

"he doesn't... look like he is..." jeongguk said but quickly earned a slap at the back of his head from namjoon.

"jimin what's going on?! is he breathing-"

"shut up. please hyung. don't ask before he tells us." namjoon quickly cut off seokjin and wiped his face. he knew hoseok wasn't breathing. and he knew it well. he just wasn't ready to hear it yet.

"he's... he's FUCKING DEAD!" jimin blurted out in between his crying. he couldn't find a pulse, hoseok's eyes were rolled to the back of his head and he was getting cold.

"he can't be. no. shut up. check again." yoongi demanded and jimin refused, he just kept sobbing.

the paramedics arrived and were quick to confirm jimin's comment.

"i'm so so sorry sir, but he indeed passed away. my deepest condolences." one of the paramedics bowed and kept his head low while talking to namjoon.

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unfortunately, hoseok didn't get to do his dance break. nor eat a proper meal. nor purpose to jimin. he decided his view on perfection is worth more.

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"you did it. you've reached what you wanted hoseok. you became perfect. you're all bones now. your body is stone cold. you... left me. you left us. the love of my life, why did you not listen? yoongi hyung won't spit on your grave. he didn't fucking mean it, hoseok! he can't stop crying! just like the rest of us. just like army. i love you, hoseok. i love you so so much."

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"oh, jung hoseok, you listened to me. and i'm glad! you're not ugly nor fat anymore. you're just fucking dead now!"