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.