My Bops!

Hey, guys! Guess who woke up from the dead! Lol. During this quarantine, I have been listening to a lot of music, and I wanted to share with you some of my bops. Let’s go!!!

  1. One Last Time by Ariana Grande
  2. Dionysous by BTS
  3. You Broke Me First by Tate McRae
  4. Dynamite by BTS
  5. Problems by Anne-Marie
  6. 34 + 35 by Ariana Grande
  7. Pov by Ariana Grande
  8. Therefore I AM by Billie Eilish
  9. Okay To Not Be Okay by Marshmello and Demi Levato
  10. Bury A Friend by Billie Eilish
  11. Past Life by Selena Gomez and Trevor Daniel
  12. Idfc by blackbear
  13. Stay cover by Kina Grannis and KHS
  14. Evolution of Adele by Sam Tsui, KHS, and Shannon K
  15. Just For Tonight by Sam Tsui
  16. Cold Hands by Sam Tsui and his adorable husband Casey Breves (their voices are so beautiful in this one)
  17. F2020 by Avenue Beat

Yeah, that’s pretty much it! I do listen to explicit songs, so beware in some of these, lmao. Anyways, wishing you all a happy 2021 and stay safe! Bye!

Love,

Carissa ♥

A serious subject…

Hi, guys! Today I wanted to discuss a serious subject, because it is becoming much more common today. No, it’s not global warming, (although that is important) but suicide. Now I know I’ve shared my story already, and one of my guyfriends made a joke about suicide that made me angry. Now I won’t tell what the joke is, (partly because I don’t remember and partly because I don’t want to have people coming after him) but I do want to address the subject about joking around about mental health, or any health issue. When you speak, be aware that every word has a impact on someone else’s life, whether for good or bad. I was not diagnosed with clinical depression, but I was close. I had a hard time last year, but I got through with my therapist’s help and my family’s support. If you are struggling with thoughts about self-harming or suicide or just want to isolate yourself, please don’t hesitate to tell your parents. Trust me, your parents only want the best for you and it’s the best to tell them because you can always trust them with your darkest secrets. If you don’t want to talk to them, talk to a friend you know can trust and is serious about mental health and is mature, a school counselor, or a teacher. If you are too shy or hesitant to do that, then write all your thoughts down in a notebook or small notebook. This helped me a lot when I was going through my hard time last year. For those who are concerned for a friend that seems depressed, the one thing you do not want to say right away is, “don’t worry. everything will be okay.” NO. Listen to them, let them vent out their feelings, then comfort them. This is hard, but the one thing you can say is, “I will always be here for you.” Let them know that you’re here for them no matter what. But to do this, you need to have a strong mind yourself. Don’t support someone if you yourself can’t handle it, because you’ll end up hurting yourself and you’ll feel depressed. Yeah, don’t do that.

Well, that’s all for today. I hope you guys realize that mental health is not something you should ever, ever joke about and is to be taken seriously. Stay safe, guys, and I love you all!

Love,

Carissa ♥

Pictures that I edited on Pixlr!

Hey, guys! Recently in school I’ve been taking a photography course, and this week we were assigned to edit some pictures, and I decided to share them with you! P.s.: most of these are pics of bts, lol)

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I like the last one especially. It really gives off scary and horror vibes. Hope you guys enjoyed it! See you in the next post!

Fanfics I made on Tumblr!

Hey, guys! Look who’s back from the dead! Lol. Damn, I can’t believe it haven’t posted for almost a whole month! Geez. Anyways, I have a Tumblr now, and I’m much more active on that one. The username is suckerforv, and I have quite a few stories on it already. Hope some of you go and check it out! Don’t forget to stay healthy, get plenty of Vitamin D, eat healthy, wash your hands, wear a mask, and stay positive! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! 🙂

Love,

Carissa ♥

Comfort (poly! bts x female reader)

Hi, guys! Guess who’s back from the dead!! lol. Sorry I haven’t been posting a lot lately, I’ve just been so busy with homework and stuff. if you do not like the idea of a poly relationship, please do not comment any rude comments down below because i personally think it’s kinda cute. anyways, let’s get to it!

You inhaled deeply, the fresh cold air filling your lungs as you walked down the streets of Seoul. You had gone out for a walk, and you smiled as you remembered the scene of your lovely boyfriend, Hobi, doing the same thing in BTS World. Yes, you were dating not just one of BTS’s members, but seven! You loved all seven of them dearly, and they loved you just the same. Since then, you eight had made your relationship public, and while some thought it cute and adorable, many others found ways to harass you, but nobody had thought to physically hurt you, since you almost always had the boys with you… until now.

“HEY!” a voice shouted, jerking you out of your thoughts.

Startled, you turned around, only to face a group of girls who glared at you. “Can I help you?” you asked nervously.

“Um, yeah. You can help by staying away from our oppas,” the leader of the group huffed, looking you up and down, her lips curling into a sneer. “Why would they choose you anyways?” she looked at you in disgust.

“Yeah. You’re so fat, you’re too ugly for them.”

“Your skin is terrible. You should consider plastic surgery. I bet the boys are embarrassed to be hanging out with such a ugly girl like you.”

You had had enough, and you started to walk away, but the leader yanked you back by snatching your wrist and threw you to the ground. “YOU STAY AWAY FROM OUR OPPAS, YOU HEAR ME???!!! YOU’RE JUST A BITCH, A SLUT!” she screamed in your face, which was already wet from the dew on the cement ground.

The other girls started throwing mud at you, making you gasp as the mud stained your clothes. “Fuck off,” you spat coldly. The leader immediately punched your face, making blood pour from your nose and smiled in sadistic satisfaction.

“That’s what you get for talking back to me, slut,” she spat, slapping you across the face. Tears fell from your eyes, and you prayed that someone, anyone, even another ARMY, to come and save you.

“HEY! LEAVE HER ALONE!” a voice yelled, and you looked up wearily. It wasn’t one of the boys, and you struggled to see. “THE HELL SHE EVER DO TO YOU, HUH?!”

The leader scoffed, about to throw a punch to the stranger’s face when the stranger spun around and kicked her in the face. “How’s that feel, bitch?!”

The other girls gasped and glared at the stranger. “Who are you?”
“My name is Mia, a true ARMY fan who accepts the boys’ decision to date anyone, regardless of their size, race, appearance, and shape,” the girl snapped. “Now fuck off, because I have the whole recording here on my phone, of you girls harassing y/n, and I will give this to Bang PD,” she glared daggers at the girls, whose faces turned pale.

“Please, please don’t! It’ll ruin my image!”

“Please don’t, the boys will hate us if they found out!”

Mia smirked and scoffed at the girls, who were helping their leader up from the ground. “You should’ve thought before, bitches. Ta-ta!” she threw them the middle finger before helping you off the ground, and walking you back to the dorm.

You two walked in silence for a while, you sniffing every now and then. “Thank you for saving me,” you whispered, making Mia smile sympathetically. “I was so afraid nobody was going to-”

“Hey,” Mia interrupted, making you look at her. “Whatever those mean bitches said, they’re just jealous of you. Jealous that you get to spend time with the most handsomest men on the planet! Girl, I’m even a little jealous myself!” she laughed again, then her face turned dead serious. “Y/n, you are beautiful, and don’t EVER let anybody tell you otherwise. I’m going to give the recording to Bang PD. It’s a serious thing if you get attacked by fans, y/n. And I’m sure the boys will not be happy if they don’t do something to prevent something like this happening again.”

“Thank you, Mia,” you hugged her thankfully as you two arrived back at the dorms. “Would you like to come in, just for a little bit, because it’s really cold out there!”

Mia thought for a bit, then nodded, a smile gracing her face. “Sure! I can’t stay long though, because I have to get back to my mom soon.”

“Great! I want to do something to repay you for helping me,” you smiled back at her, leading her into the dorm, where you both took off your shoes and headed into the kitchen. As expected, Jin was at the stove, cooking, and immediately gasped when he saw your bruised body and face. “Y/N! What happened?” His face turned stone cold when he saw Mia. “Did she-”

“Before you murder anybody, Jinnie, no, she didn’t do this to me. She saved me, and has the recording of the assault,” you replied, hugging him, and he immediately relaxed.

“Yeah. I was walking home from school, and I saw across the street that she was getting harassed, and I recognized her from your guys’s VLives,” Mia answered to Jin’s questioning look. “I got up close, and I took a video so that you guys could identify the girls and hear their voices, too.” She waved her phone in the air and smirked. “That girl tried to punch me, but my black-belt karate skills had her on the ground in a split millisecond.”

A group of boys tumbled down the stairs when they heard your voice and stopped short when they heard Mia speaking of this.

“Y/n! What happened?” the boys rushed to you, hugging you, making you let out an “oomph”. Mia cooed at how cute you all were together, and the boys’ heads turned towards her, and her face flushed red.

“Guys, this is Mia. She saved me from the saesang fans,” you explained so no one would murder her. Rolling your eyes when you saw Yoongi glaring at her suspiciously, you continued, “She was not stalking me, she was walking home from school, and she saw the girls harassing me on the other side of the street. She took a video, and then gave the leader what she deserved, ” you finished, giving Mia a thankful smile.

The boys let out a sigh of relief and numerous “thank you”‘s and “i’m so glad you’re a supportive fan” flowed towards Mia, making her smile and bow. “It’s no problem. My parents have a poly relationship too, and I totally understand how it feels to get all the hate from numerous people. I just hope it all dies down soon.”

Namjoon shook her hand, smiling so that his dimples showed. “Thank you very much, Mia. Not many fans are that supportive of our relationship, so I’m glad you’re understanding.”

Mia smiled back. “It’s not a problem. By the way, I need y/n’s number.” Seeing the boys tense up, she snorted. “To send her the video of the girls harassing her. Jeez!”

“Sorry, we just are very protective of her,” Namjoon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Mia nodded, and you gave her number on a post-it. You thanked her, and she waved as she left the dorms.

As soon as the door closed, the boys pulled you towards the sofa, where they all cuddled up to you, making you giggle. “Guys. I need to change and tend to my-” you winced as Hobi rubbed against your side, which was bruising, “injuries.”

The boys got off of you quickly, making you roll your eyes at them. You hobbled to your bathroom, where you took a relaxing shower and changed into your pajamas. Jin then helped you with your injuries.

“Ow!” you yelped as Jin touched up your knee with an alcohol wipe, glaring at him. “That hurts,” you sniffled.

“I know, honey. I’m almost done,” Jin kissed your knee, making you giggle. Jin finished and carried you to the living room where the rest were waiting to cuddle. (of course.)

“Why did you choose me?” you whispered.

“What do you mean, why?” Jungkook asked, frowning. “We chose you because you’re so kind, sympathetic, and compassionate towards everyone you meet.”

“I mean, I’m not even that pretty,” you sighed. “My skin is not that flawless, like your guys’s.”

“Nobody’s perfect, y/n, and we are no exception,” Namjoon raised himself up on one elbow as he looked at you. “We’re all human beings, and humans make mistakes.”

“Wow, when did Namjoonie hyung get so philosophical?” Taehyung wondered out loud, making you all laugh.

“It’s that sexy brain up in here, baby,” Namjoon smirked, pointing to his head, making you all burst out in laughter again.

“Seriously, though, you’re pretty and beautiful in our eyes, y/n, and we wouldn’t trade you for anybody else,” Jimin booped your nose, making you giggle.
The rest of the night you were smothered in kisses, cuddles, and a move night with all eight of you cuddled against each other.

“I love you all so much,” you breathed as you looked at all of them lovingly.

“We love you too, y/n,” they all replied. Namjoon stroked your hand comfortingly. Together they echoed the words that you held close to your heart:

“We’ll always be your comfort.”

Hi!

Hi, guys! Wow, I can’t believe I haven’t posted in almost a month. Sorry, I’ve been so busy with school and stuff like that. Anyways, I just popped in to say hi and to assure you guys that I’m still here. Bye!

Love,

Carissa

Some new accounts!

Hey, guys! I recently have set up some new writing accounts so I wanted to share with you in case you miss me 😉

Wattpad: suckerforv

I’ve published the broken heart story on that one, i haven’t gotten around to publishing the angst part yet on that account, though. i write a little bit of smut, so……. 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏 Anyhoo…

Tumblr: suckerforv (yeah, same username)

I’ve just made this account today so I posted a little about myself and some of the broken heart story.

That’s about all I have for my writing accounts. Please check them out and comment down below what your account is for either of them above so I can check out yours as well 🙂 Bye!

Love,

Carissa

Who can fix my broken heart? (Angst ending)

You rolled over in your bed, tears staining the covers. Your friend had graciously offered to let you stay until you got back on your feet. You had hugged her and thanked her. This being your first breakup, you had fallen pretty hard and you felt like it would be hard to get back up again. Your friend one day, begged you to come to a street fair, and you readily agreed. You decided it was time to move on from the breakup, and you were determined to have a good time. “Y/N-ah! Are you ready to go?” Nari, your friend, yelled at the bottom of the stairs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” you hollered back, swiftly slipping on your shoes. This is your outfit:

You jumped in the car with her and drove to the fair, laughing and listening to the radio along the way. The mood swiftly changed when a BTS song came on, and you both fell silent. Nari swiftly changed it to another station. You thought it was all good until the reporter announced some news that stiffened both you and Nari in your seats. “BTS’s J-Hope confirmed relationship with TWICE’s girl member, Sana! Don’t they look cute together? Apparently they hooked up after J-Hope broke up with-“ Nari coughed awkwardly and just turned the radio off. The car was silent for a few moments, then Nari decided to speak. “So, uh, how are you feeling about Hobi?” Nari asked hesitantly. “Well, I’ve decided that dating an idol is honestly not the best choice,” you laughed. “That’s one lesson learned. And two, I decided that who he dates is not my business. He can date whoever the hell he wants and I won’t fucking care,” your voice wavered slightly at the end. “You still care for him, don’t you?” Nari glanced at you for a moment then returned her eyes to the road. You slumped in your seat, knowing that she got you there. “Yeah, I guess I do. But why does it feel so empty inside of me, Nari?” Your voice cracked and then fell silent. Nari sighed, rubbing your hand soothingly. “I’m sorry this all had to happen, sweetheart. Sometime life is just like this, you know?” You hummed knowingly, and the rest of the ride was silent, you occupied with your own thoughts. Once you arrived at the fair, you begged Nari to go to the cotton candy booth even though you knew it was bad for your teeth. “Please, please, pwease, Nari! I haven’t had cotton candy in forever!” you whined, pouting cutely and giving her your puppy eyes. She sighed and finally gave in. “Fine. But only this once.” You yelped happily and raced to the stand, only to run straight into someone. “Oomph!” you smacked into a hard chest and looked up to see a kind-looking guy with a concerned look on his face. “Oh,sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and-“ “Are you okay?” he cut you off, but you could tell he was more concerned about you than himself. “Uh, yeah. I’m good!” you gave him a shaky smile. “Y/n!! What did you do this time!??” Nari rushed over to you. “I’m sorry, sir. She is just really excited about getting cotton candy she forgot where she was going.” “NARI!” you whined, a blush spreading over your face and hiding your face behind your hands. The guy chuckled and waved his hands dismissively. “It’s fine, really. By the way, my name is Ari. What’s yours?” “Y-y/n,” you stammered a little bit out of nervousness. Now looking more closely, this guy was pretty cute.

I’m pretty sure y’all know who this is, lol. If you don’t, this is Lauv, an American pop singer/writer, and he’s one of my favorite artists!)

( Ari smiled kindly at you. “Anyways, you seem to really like me, so here’s my number.” He scribbled his number on a sticky note and handed it to you, a smirk on his face. (Spicy boy Lauv be coming out tho lol) “Uh-uh-uh, thanks,” you blushed even harder. Damn, that boy is cute. You blinked on surprise. Were you really over Hobi??

“No problem, y/n! Oh, and if you want, you can call me Lauv. It’s a nickname I have from my fans. I’m a small music writer and singer,” he grinned at you. Nari stared at you dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe how lucky you were to find a guy just right after your breakup! “Oh, okay. Thanks, Lauv,” you waved shyly at him, and he waved back in response. After that incident, you and Ari began seeing each other. You really liked him; he was open, honest, kind, and caring. Plus, he was into music, just like you! “Y/n, do you know BTS?” Ari asked you one night you were hanging out with him. By now, you were with him for about two years and he had gotten more popular. He then noticed how your body stiffened and wondered if you had a bad past with any one of them. “Yes. What about them?” you answered nonchalantly, swinging your legs back and forth on the couch. “Well, they asked me to do a remix of their song, Make It Right,and they seem so sweet!” Ari smiled at the memory. You scoffed quietly. Sweet, my ass. Ari looked at you, startled. Widening your eyes, you realized you had unconsciously spoken those words aloud. “Baby, is there something wrong?” Ari asked cautiously. “You seem off tonight.” You sighed. “Let me explain…”

(Time skip cuz your author is lazy af lol)

“So J-Hope cheated on you and broke up?” Ari asked in disbelief. “How could he?”

“I’m pretty sure there was an explanation, but yeah. That was pretty much what he said,” you shrugged. “Today is actually our five year anniversary. That’s why I’m a little bit off,” you concluded, staring at your lap. Tears welled up in your eyes; you hated being like this in front of Ari.

“Hey, princess. It’s okay. I’m here,” Ari spoke softly, wrapping you in his arms. You sobbed into him, letting all of your emotions out. As your sobs gradually subsided, Ari paused before asking you, “Do you still love him?” You thought for a moment. Did you still love Hobi? You were with Ari now, but did you love him like you did Hoseok? No, Ari was definitely in your heart now. You had already forgiven Hobi, and got over the idea of him being with Sana.

Ari sensed your hesitation and spoke sadly. “I guess you still love him.” He slowly got off the couch.

“Wait, Lauv!” you called quickly. Ari turned around, surprised by you calling him “Lauv.” You usually never called him that unless you were being serious. You paused before a smile graced your lips. “Ari, I love you and only you. I promise, I am way over him,” you rolled your eyes playfully and Ari couldn’t help but laugh at your cuteness.

“So you’re alright with me doing the collab?” Ari asked you. You nodded your head in response. “I know that Hobi and V really love your song, I’m so tired. You should play that for them when you get the chance,” you suggested. Ari nodded his head. “Awesome! I’ll text them that I agree! Thanks, babe!” He pecked you on the lips before heading to bed. (Also forgot your mention this, you moved in with Ari)

Next day at Lauv’s studio….. “So, Lauv, have you hooked up with anyone yet?” Namjoon grinned at him. They were eating lunch in the studio, just the two of them. Unbeknownst to Lauv, Hobi was walking by when he paused to listen. Lauv hesitated. Should he tell Namjoon? Would you be mad at him? Namjoon sensed his hesitation and offered, “Unless you don’t want to…” His voice trailed off uncertainly. “No, man, you’re good. It’s just,” Lauv sighed. “It’s y/n.” Namjoon blinked. “Y/n l/n? She was-“ “Hoseok‘s last girlfriend, I know,” Lauv nodded. “She told me about it.” “Does she still have, you know, feelings for him?” Namjoon asked cautiously. Lauv sighed. “No, man, she told me she’s over him and doesn’t mind him being with Sana.” Hobi, who was listening from the door, felt his heart break just like it did the day you asked Namjoon who could fix your broken heart. The thing was, he and Sana broke up just a few months ago and he was hoping he could get back together but it seemed like he was too late. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hyung-ah, is something wrong?” Yoongi asked in concern and heard the conversation still flowing from inside and understood immediately. “It’s y/n, isn’t it,” Yoongi said softly. “Hyung,” Hobi turned to his hyung in tears. “Yes, Hobi?” Yoongi rubbed his hyung’s shoulder comfortingly in order to soothe him and froze when he heard Hobi’s question.

“Who can fix my broken heart?”

Who can fix my broken heart? part 2 (JHK x Reader, Angst/Fluff)

“You want me to do what???!!!” Hobi exclaimed in disgust and astonishment as he stared at his manager from across the table. Namjoon, who was accompanying him, tensed when his voice bounced around the small meeting room. His manager rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “We want you to date a fellow idol, Sana, of TWICE. It will be good for your image and the group’s image as well,” he smiled like everything would be worked out, which made Hobi’s blood boil. “You think I wanna date just after you forced me to break up with my girlfriend?” Hobi’s voice was dangerously quiet and calm. “Especially after you made me break up with her. Sorry, Manager, but my answer is no.” He leaned back in his chair and shot his manager a heated glare. “Jung Hoseok, this is not an option,” his manager exploded. “As a member of BTS, do you care more about your group or that silly, no good exgirlfriend-“ he had barely finished his sentence when Hobi stood up, his face stone cold, his mouth a grim line. His manager immediately stopped talking, suddenly apprehensive of what he was about to do. Everybody in the room fell silent, knowing Hobi was extremely scary when angry. “If you say one more fucking bad word about her and try to control my fucking life,” Hobi hissed lowly, his eyes boring into his manager’s scared face, “I’m leaving.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped. True, their manager was being a jerk, but he didn’t think Hobi would be so serious as to actually leave BTS! As Hobi pushed back his chair and stormed out of the room, Namjoon quickly bowed and apologized to the shaking manager before hurrying after his hyung. “Hyung!” Namjoon called desperately after Hobi running down the hall. “Hyung, please wait!!!” As Hobi stopped, breathing heavily at the end of the hall, Namjoon cautiously approached him. “Hyung??” “I can’t believe he said that,” Hobi snarled lowly. “That son of a fucking bitch…” He stopped when he saw Namjoon’s worried face. He sighed, hating the situation he was in. He felt torn. Part of him wanted to be with you, but the other part wanted to stay with his band and continue pursuing music. He slid down the wall and hung his head. Namjoon walked over and sat down next to him. They sat in silence, Hobi sobbing quietly every now and then. Namjoon didn’t know what to do. As the leader of BTS, he felt it his responsibility when one of the members felt sad or had personal problems. Suddenly, he had an idea. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but he decided to tell Hobi anyway. Hobi’s face was creased with doubt, but he decided to trust his hyung anyways.

(Y/N’s POV)

I slowly woke up, the smell of pancakes drifting into my room. I sat up straight; I hadn’t invited anybody over and my friend was at work already. Only one person knew I was here-besides your friend, of course- and that was- oh, shit. It’s Hobi. A mix of feelings surged in you: anger, nervousness, sadness, and happiness. What the hell was he doing here in your friend’s house? You swung your legs over the bed and prepared to face him. You took a deep breath and stepped outside. Unfortunately for you, the moment you stepped outside, the person who was supposedly Hobi was actually Namjoon! And as you saw him, a pancake hit your face and you yelped, the hot surface of the pancake burning your cheek. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, y/n!” Namjoon hurried to help you scrape off the disgusting missile, but you shot him a glare, making him shrink back in fear. “What the hell are you doing here?” you snapped, in a bad mood because Namjoon just had to hit you with a hot pancake, of all things! “Ummm-“ Namjoon looked around nervously. “You know what? Save it, I don’t want to hear your lame ass excuses from you,” you retorted and grabbed a glass of orange juice. You gulped it down, forgetting it was full. You sputtered, juice coming out of your nostrils and splashing on your shirt. “Shit, y/n! Are you all right?” Namjoon hurriedly handed you a paper towel to pay yourself dry. You shot him another death glare before accepting it. “Oh, yeah. I’m totally alright! I just got cheated on by my boy-no, ex-boyfriend,” you commented sarcastically. “And I thought he cared about me!” you yelled, flinging your cup across the room, where it smashed against the wall and shattered into a million pieces. Little did you know that Hobi was standing outside the door. His heart clenched painfullly as he heard your cries and sobs. Namjoon flinched; he knew you were heartbroken and confused. He felt helpless as he watched you cry and bawl your eyes out. As you quieted down after a while, you looked up at him with teary eyes. “Namjoon, please. Tell me, please.” Hobi’s heart broke when he heard your question.

“Who can fix my broken heart?”

Who can fix my broken heart? (JHK x. Reader, Angst)

Yooooo, guess who’s back from the dead! Lol. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this short angsty fanfic and I will be doing a sequel shortly. Warning: cuss words and heart-breaking angst, cuz I’m a sucker for angst, lmao. Trust me, I cried while writing this and the sequel. And don’t worry, it’ll end with a happy ending or a sad ending, cuz we love to have our hearts broken, don’t we? 😭

You opened the door to you and Hobi’s shared apartment and sighed as you turned the key in the lock. It had been a long, hard day at work. You were looking forward to taking a shower and changing into shorts and a crop top. You placed your bag on the table and noticed a note on the table. Wondering what it was, you read it. The note read, Dear Jagi, I will be late as we and the boys have something to discuss at the office with our manager. Don’t stay up for me! ~Hobi You frowned in confusion. What was it that was so important that they had to discuss it at the office with their manager? Shrugging it off, you walked to the couch and flopped down on it. Not before long, you drifted off to sleep. After two hours, you woke up and Hobi was still not there. Furrowing your eyebrows in concern, you decided to text him.

You: Hobi are u okay? You haven’t arrived home yet and it’s already 10 pm

Hobi: ……. I’ll explain when I get home

You: am I in trouble?

Hobi: no I’ll see you in ten minutes

You: okayyy drive safe

You glanced at your screen in confusion. What happened? Hobi didn’t seem like his usual self. Your heartbeat quickened when you heard the sound of keys turning in the lock. You stood up, uncertain of what to do when Hobi came in the door. Hobi opened the door and sighed. “Y/n?” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, burrowing your face on his chest. He winced, knowing that there was going to be tears later. “Um, y/n?” You looked up at him, smiling. “Yes, Hobi bear?” His heart broke when he heard you call him that. It was your nickname for him and he hated to do this, but the company insisted that this is the best for him, now that BTS was becoming more famous and the world tour was starting. He had argued with them for hours, yelled and cried, but it was all to no avail. “I’m sorry, y/n,” Hobi whispered. You looked up at him in confusion. “What?”

Hobi took a deep breath. “I think we should break up.” There. He had said it.

Your eyes widened, then filled with tears. “Wh-why?” Hobi winced.

“I cheated on you.” The company had told him to say this if you asked why. He grimaced inwardly, knowing this would not end well.

You glanced at him and nodded. You knew that this scenario would come someday and you had practiced what to do and say. “Okay. I’ll pack my things and get out of here, since you think I’m not good enough for you,” you spat with venom laced in your voice, making Hobi’s eyes widen. “No, baby, it’s not like that-“ he began, but you cut him off.

“Oh, it’s exactly what it is,” you snarled, clenching your fists, your badass side showing fully now. “You wanted to break up with me because you found someone skinnier, prettier, smarter, and more talented than me,” your voice wobbled at the end. You were extremely insecure about yourself and everybody knew. “You want a pretty, skinny, and cute idol who knows what an idol life is like,” you continued, glaring at Hobi, who looked like he was about to faint. He had never seen this side of you before.

“Baby, please, I-“ he walked towards you carefully and grabbed your hands. You snatched your hands out of his and glared at him fiercely.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, you bastard!” you spat, stalking to your room to pack. Hobi stood in your way, however, and your temper flared. Before he and you knew what was happening, you had lifted your hand and slapped him across the cheek, the slap so hard that your hand stung from it afterwards. You shoved him aside, threw things in a suitcase and stomped out. You grabbed your phone, purse, and coat as you texted your friend if you could stay at her place for a while. She replied with a yes, so you left.

But not before Hobi hugged you. “I’m sorry, I love you,” he whispered as he inhaled the smell of your coconut and mango shampoo. You scoffed, shoving him backwards, making him stumble. “If you loved me, this never would have happened!” you cried bitterly and flagged down a taxi, leaving a heartbroken Hobi crying on the floor. Yoongi found him there asleep the next day. He knew this was hard for him, and he didn’t agree with the company. Little do he know, the company had extra plans for Hobi’s dating life.