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My heart stopped. What the fuck? There was NEVER a time where we had sex that there were any cameras on. The video was everywhere and I had practice in about a few minutes. I was in shock and I almost wanted to run away. I wanted to get back home and hide in my room. The video was about one minute long and it was from one of the times in Japan. I remembered clearly because it was one of the most bizarre things that Hoseok and I did. It was backstage in his dressing room.
I sighed as I rewatched the video for the umpteenth time. My face wasn't shown but it was obvious that it was me if anybody knew me or Hoseok. The angle was weird it was as if there was a camera in my hand but on my chest. I didn't know what or how this could happen. It didn't make it any better that Hoseok phone was off. I didn't even wanna check the multiple messages and phone calls from my friends and family.
I turned my phone off before I made it to rehearsal and the tension was thick. When I got there, Hoseok wasn't there yet and it seemed like I was very late. There were plenty of snickers and whispers from the dancers as they were chatting amongst themselves. Hoseok came into the room in a very agitated manner about fifteen minutes later. He seemed so detached and throughout the whole thing, I wanted him to look at me.
He didn't though. It was as if he wasn't looking at me on purpose. Rehearsal was cut short for today and when he muttered something in Korean which basically meant, "We're done for today," all the dancers basically dashed out the room. I stayed behind though with my shaky hands stuffed in the pockets of my sweatpants.
"I said we're done for today," Hoseok muttered in a harsh tone with his back facing me, "you can go."
"We need to talk."
"Talk?" Hoseok scoffed with his face still facing away from me. "Now you wanna talk to me? I've been trying to talk to you."
Why the fuck was he mad at me? Why was he showing me attitude as if I won't curse him out?
"Hoseok—"
"—Never thought you'd stoop so low."
"The fuck you chatting about?" I finally walked up to him and pushed his shoulder so that he could look at me. "You think I leaked the video?"
"Who the fuck else would do that shit?!" Hoseok basically shouted at me and I clenched my hands into fists. "You're mad because I fucked up I get that shit but instead you decided to leak our video—to fuck up my career, my reputation... that I worked so hard for?!"
I felt my chest close up. This was hurting me and I know it looked like I was going to cry because I felt my nose get a bit cloggy. "Tell me when we ever took a video or phone out when we fucked, Hoseok. Hm, since when! You think I'm that fuckin' petty to leak a video of not only you but me?! This doesn't only affect you."
"Yeah because a video of you fucking me in Korea without your identity shown is gonna fuck you over, fuck off."
I watched as he stormed out the room. He made sure to leave loudly with the door slamming behind him. He didn't believe me... he thought I did that shit. I thought I'm the bitter ex. I covered ny ears and screamed as loud as I could. What the fuck?
