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.
( 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.
“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.
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.
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.