#the angsty sobbing relentlessly comes after those chapters

[davnittbraes]

Me, editing chapter 34 and 35 of TWILE

[sunyoonandstars]

BTS Scenario 8: You are being harassed by fans and reconsider your relationship || You x Hoseok - Part 1

So, this piece of fiction is based on an anonymous request that, in my opinion, left a lot of room for interpretation and hence artistic freedom, which can be both a blessing and a curse at the same time. So, I took the liberty of coming up with my own angsty scenario and sincerely hope whoever requested this is not disappointed by my approach.

This is the original request:

Since this one, again, turned out a little longer (sorry 🙃) than initially expected, I split it up into two chapters. The second and final part can be found here!

Enjoy! And thank you for reading! 💜 Feel free to leave feedback!

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Scenario You, a foreigner and officially Hoseok’s girlfriend, are continuously being harassed by jealous and obsessive fans, their initially verbal attacks now becoming increasingly stressful and dangerous to you and Hoseok. So you come to doubt your relationship ... 

Pairing You x Hoseok

Key y/n = your name (obviously), y/a = your address, y/c = your country

angst, fluff, hints of smut

Word count 3.329

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Hoseok instantly knows something is wrong when his phone starts incessantly ringing in the middle of the night. „Hyung, make it stop…“, he can hear Jimin grumble in the dark while he is blindly feeling for the vibrating device on his nightstand, eyes closed and still half asleep. „Alright, alright. Go back to sleep, Jimin-ah“, he then whispers in response, already up on his feet and headed for the door. As he closes it behind him, going on to quietly tiptoe along the corridor towards the living room, squinting at the bright display to make out the time and the identity of this pesterer who so audaciously dares to disturb his well-earned night’s rest, Hoseok is ready to break out into a full-blown rant. His heart, however, skips a beat in horror when he sees your name and face flash up on-screen. Immediately wide awake, he takes the call. „Hey, y/n, babe, what is it? It’s half past two in the morning!? Are you ok? Is everything all right?“ „No, nothing is all right!“, he hears you scream at the other end of the phone, your voice shrill, breathy. He knows that sound and it sends an icy shiver down his spine, letting him freeze in place in the middle of the pitch-black living room, cold sweat accumulating on his forehead. „Are you crying, y/n!?“ „Yes, I’m freaking crying, Hoseok!“ „Why? What is it? What happened!?“, he shouts into the receiver, unable to disguise the fear shaking his voice, not caring anymore if he wakes the other members.   „Talk to me, y/n!“, he begs, his dread increasing with any further second he is forced to listen to your muffled sobs, unable to hold you, to protect and comfort you, separated from you by mere dozens of miles that suddenly seem like an insurmountable distance. „Please, y/n! Talk to me! Tell me what’s wrong, babe!“ „Everything is wrong!“ „What is it? Tell me what upset you!“ „A fucking nightmare is what this is, Hobi! I don’t think I can take this any longer. Things are getting crazy …“ Your voice trails off, being drowned out by another heartbreaking sob. „What’s crazy? What are you talking about?“, Hoseok asks, aiming to keep you talking while he’s already by the front door, one-handedly trying to tie his shoes, then quickly slipping on his coat before he heads out into the cold of the night, phone still pressed to his ear, eyes glossy with tears. „This is getting out of hand, Hoseok! Your fans hate me! Like, they seriously hate me!“ „Don’t say that, y/n!“ „They threw a fucking brick at my window! It landed on my bed. Do you hear me? It could have hit me, Hoseok! And there was a lovely note wrapped around it, too, telling me to ‚die or at least crawl back to my own country and leave you the hell alone‘! And I watered it down to a PG-13 friendly version right now. They want me freaking gone, okay!?“ „That’s … horrible! I’m so, so sorry babe!“ Desperately, Hoseok clutches his phone, by now standing at the edge of the main road already, traffic still busy even at this hour. Frantically, he keeps waving in order to hail a taxi, his limbs trembling with shock at your experience and the fear of the repercussions it might entail for the both of you, as a couple. „Don’t turn on the lights, y/n. Stay where you are and don’t move an inch. I’m on my way.“ He hangs up, giving you no chance to object, as he slides into the backseat of a cab barely having come to a stand by the roadside in front of him, his heart pounding. „Please, take me to y/a“, he instructs the cabman. „And drive fast.“

Don’t turn on the lights. Don’t move an inch. Tsk. No way. You’re no coward. These crazy people have nothing on you. You’re not gonna just give them the right to terrorize you, to make you feel unsafe in your own home. At least that’s what you keep telling yourself as you anxiously pace the hall of your tiny studio apartment, clasping your sweaty hands, relentlessly gnawing at your already sore lip, your heart racing, the aftereffects of the rush of adrenaline that brutally awoke you from your unsuspecting sleep still lingering. A sound by the apartment door gives you a start. Paralyzed by fear, you stop cold in your step when you can now even hear the lock snap open. However, your tension eases with a sigh of relief as soon as you make out Hoseok’s familiar figure in the dimly lit doorframe. „Fuck! You startled me!“ Promptly, he flies to your side, going on to pull you into a boisterous embrace, pressing his body firmly against yours and wrapping his arms around you so tightly you can barely breathe. „Are you all right, y/n? Are you hurt anywhere?“ Previous to his arrival you had been determined to be angry with Hoseok, to even blame him for what’s currently happening to your life, to take the easy way out and finally end things with him for both your sakes. But now that you feel his arms around you,  his heaving chest against yours, his heart pounding in panic, and are encompassed by his unique, all too familiar scent, you are once again reminded of all the reasons why you are still enduring this terror, and Hoseok’s warm embrace lets your resolve melt in thin air. „I think I’m okay“, you whisper into the crook of his neck, pressing your lids shut as the tears of relief start falling, leaving burning hot trails of despair on your cheeks before they finally sink into the soft fabric of Hoseok’s cashmere coat. „Are you sure?“ Tenderly, he strokes your hair, his movements never ceasing even for just one second, while his other arm is still tightly wrapped around your waist. „I was so scared when you called, y/n. You sounded so frightened.“ „I was.“ Now he breaks his embrace, holding you at arm’s length to get a look at your face, locking eyes with you. His are unmistakable puffy and red-rimmed, you can’t help but notice, the sight breaking your heart. Hoseok must’ve cried, too, on his way here. „But you’re feeling better now?“, he inquires, eying you intently. „Yes“, you weakly smile. „I mean, I’m still shaken up. After all, this brick could’ve hit my head or something. I don’t wanna be overly dramatic, but I could have been dead, Hoseok, or at least badly injured.“ „Don’t say such things, y/n!“, he immediately calls out, eyes wide with sheer horror at the mere notion of you getting hurt. „But it’s true, Hoseok. This is getting too dangerous“, you shake your head, gently freeing yourself of his slender hands now resting on your shoulders to turn away, unable to face him when you speak your next words. „I don’t know if I can do this any longer. Us. If it’s really worth the risk to both our safety. Your fans seem to be pretty determined to eliminate me from the equation. They want you all to themselves, perceive me as their enemy and apparently do not hesitate to make that abundantly clear to me.“ „Not all of them are like that!“, he protests, reaching out in an attempt to hold you back by the sleeve of your pajama top as you’re headed for your bedroom, but you simply shake him off without even so much as looking back, even though it takes all your willpower. But you know, this is the right way, the only way, to get your life back and, most  importantly, keep Hoseok safe, because you know very well that he, too, has been receiving innumerable threatening letters ever since your relationship accidentally became public about five months ago. And that it’s only a matter of time until those crazy fanatics turn on him, too, probably soon stepping up their game from mere letters to property damage and possibly even worse. „I know, Hoseok, but that’s not the point“, you state, your voice surprisingly steady, finally turning towards him again now that you’ve regained your composure. „I have nothing again your real fans. It’s those sasaengs that really bother me, and that’s putting it mildly. I mean, they keep insulting me because of my looks and nationality, calling me fat and ugly because I’m a foreigner and don’t fit their twisted beauty standards. Also, they never seem to tire of reminding me of the fact that I’m not worthy of you, that I will never truly understand you or your art because I’m not Korean and too ‚different‘, constantly telling me that I should end my pitiful existence because it’s a blind spot on, I quote, ‚the bright sun that you are‘. What kind of people even say such horrible things to another human?“ You can tell by Hoseok’s expression how deeply those words affect him, that they pain him just as much as they do you. His beautiful, pale features are distorted by pure anguish and helplessness, his posture is frozen, one arm halfway extended in your direction, his longing hand, however, never having reached you, being left to dangle in the air instead, afraid that you’d shy away from its touch. „Y/n, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say.“ You avert your gaze, the look in his eyes, glossy with tears, simply too much for you to bear. „Those hateful comments and letters aren’t even the worst part of it, Hoseok. Since those sasaengs got wind of my identity I have gained at least a dozen stalkers. They appear literally everywhere. You might have gotten used to it by now, but I simply can’t live like that. I lost all my friends from university. They’re not too eager to be followed around and photographed, to be shamed on twitter or end up on some hate blog, too, and I honestly can’t blame them. It’s really not the best feeling to know that you’re constantly being watched. And this brick wasn’t the first similar incident, either. I decided to keep the other ones from you because I didn’t want to scare or distract you. But —“ „Why would you do that!?“, he cuts you off mid-sentence. „You can’t keep things like that to yourself, y/n! I’m in this with you! I would’ve helped!“ „How?“, you ask, once again forcing yourself to meet his glance, only to regret it immediately, hating yourself for being the one to drain him of his signature brightness, to crush his delicate heart. „How would you have helped? With your busy schedule, your career on the line and your reputation to consider? How would you have helped me, Hoseok?“ He simply stands there, lower lip trembling, mouth agape in distraught but not one single sound leaving it. „That’s right“, you scoff. „These incidents are just gonna keep on happening and there’s nothing you can do about it. Last week someone broke into my locker on campus and sprayed its entire content with red paint, leaving a note with quite an endearing message, saying I wasn’t good enough for you and should go die before I drag you down with me and ruin your career. Not only was I scared to death for a second there, but in addition to my already high student loans I now have to pay the university for the damage and replace books worth over two hundred fucking dollars. And just three days ago someone left a ticking parcel at my doorstep, addressed to ‘Hoseok’s whore’. Neighbors panicked, thinking it was a bomb. They called the police. The whole building had to be evacuated and was closed off for the entire afternoon, Hoseok. Dozens of people were frightened to death, believing their lives were in danger or they were about to become homeless. And it’s still unclear if I actually have to compensate the authorities for this false alarm, even though I had nothing to do with it. Hoseok, this is seriously getting out of hand. And I want it to end. I can’t live like that. Not even for one more day. So maybe it’s best if we stop seeing each other.“ „For how long?“, he cautiously asks, his voice barely more than a shaky whisper, already knowing all too well what your answer is going to be. „For good, Hoseok. I really don’t see any other way out of this. I already looked into it, I may be able to transfer to a university in my home country before the next semester starts. I’m sorry, Hoseok, but I really have to get out of here. As soon as possible. I feel like I can’t even breathe anymore. When I started seeing you — When I fell in love for you, I didn’t think this far. I didn’t sign up for this. You promised it would be okay, but it’s not. It’s really not okay, Hoseok.“ Your voice cracks, choked by a stifled sob. When Hoseok now reluctantly approaches you, you instinctively take another step back, fully aware of the fact that his mere touch would surely change your heart and mind at once. „No, please — Just leave, okay“, you hardly manage to get the words out,  dropping your gaze to avoid his. „I have to simmer down again and somehow get back to sleep, even though it’s freezing cold in my bedroom now thanks to your lovely fan community. I have an important test tomorrow, so I can’t be tired.“ „I see“, he simply mutters, however, instead of turning to go as expected, proceeding to take yet another step towards you. „But I’m not gonna do that, y/n. I’m not just gonna leave you like this.  What kind of a man do you think I am?“ You swallow hard, receding, your burning eyes still fixed on the floor, until you’re backed up against your bedroom door.  „I’m never gonna leave you. Do you hear me, y/n? I’m not gonna chicken out when the going gets tough. I may not be the most courageous guy there is, and I really wasn’t made for amusement park rides and horror movie nights. But I’m no coward. I’m not just gonna give up on you. Because I love you, y/n. Because I need you. I thought you know that.“ „I — I do, but —“, you stammer, your heart racing and your throat quickly closing up now that he is so close to you, barely inches separating your bodies. „Then don’t you love me anymore, is that it?“, he urgently inquires, inclining his head to be at eye level with you, hence forcing you to meet his intense gaze. In response to your silence he leans in even closer, his weight only supported by his arms, his hands put down to each side of your shoulders, propping against the wooden door to your back. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, still covered in sweat. Hoseok must’ve raced here straight from his bed, wearing only his pajamas underneath the fashionable coat. „Won’t you answer me, y/n?“ You can’t. Being this close to him right now is plainly too much to take for you in your current state. Hoseok’s hot breath brushing past your parted lips, a strand of his hair tickling your temple, and the quickly fading glimmer of hope illuminating his dark brown eyes. That’s all it takes for your knees to turn to water, even after all this time. „Of course, I still love you, stupid“, you breathe against his lips the instant right before your mouths meet in a soft, quickly deepening kiss that leaves you gasping for air. „I could never not love you, Jung Hoseok. I love you so much it freaking hurts, all right?“, you whisper, your forehead resting against his. „But that still doesn’t make this whole mess any less of a burden. And it’s putting a strain on our relationship, too, can’t you see that? I’m afraid only our love isn’t enough for this to work anymore. And I’m afraid for you, for your health and safety. About myself, I don’t care. But the people destroying my property and threatening my life on a daily basis are soon gonna turn on you, too. That’s how their sick minds work. If they can’t have you, nobody should. In their distorted view of life that actually makes sense. And I just can’t go on as if nothing’s wrong knowing that you might be in danger, Hoseok. I’m not willing to put your mental and physical well-being at risk because of my own selfish need to be with you.“ Cupping your face with both his hands, Hoseok pulls away to lock eyes with you again, his expression as serious as you’ve rarely ever seen it. „Y/n, did you not listen to a word I just said?“, he asks in a low, husky voice that sends a shiver down your spine, slowly shaking his head, a weak smile now stretching his softly curved lips and revealing his irresistible dimples. „Didn’t I just tell you that I need you? Just as much as you do me? And I meant it. I’m insanely in love with you and simply cannot and will not imagine my life without you. You’re the most important thing to me, y/n. I never thought I’d say this, but you’ve even exceeded my career in priority, and by far, I may add.“ „Don’t say that Hobi“, you pout. „You know full well I’d never want to get in the way of your music.“ „I never said I’d let you, y/n“, he objects, his grin broadening. „I’m far too mature to let a girl ruin my life.“ „So, I’m just some girl now?“, you raise a brow at him. In response, he gives you a little peck on the lips. „I never said that, either. You know what I mean, though. You’re not just some girl. You’re my woman. You’re my everything. And I just don’t see why it shouldn’t be possible for me to have both, you and my career.“ „But you can’t have everything, Hoseok. That’s a simple truth.“ „I don’t want everything. All I want is you and BTS, my music and to dance. That’s not that much. And I’m sure, sooner or later my fans will come to realize that I deserve to be happy and that the only way I can be happy is to be with you.“ He shrugs his shoulders as if it’s actually as simple as that. But you know it’s not. You know it’s never that simple. And he knows it, too, you can see it in his eyes, even though he’s trying hard to mask his uncertainty. „All right“, you finally sigh in agreement, leaning your head against his strong shoulder. „For now“, you add with particular emphasis. „I can live with that“, he whispers into your hair, going on to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. „Let’s go to bed now, y/n. I’ll stay and warm you, so you’ll get your well-deserved sleep without catching a cold. Or don’t you want me to?“ „As if you didn't know“, you chuckle into his pajama jacket, inhaling the comfortingly familiar odor stuck in its smooth fabric. „I’d love it if you stayed over“, you clarify, looking up at him to find Hoseok’s face gleaming with affection, his eyes shining even brighter than the blinding ceiling lights. „You know what? I have an idea, y/n. We’re leaving for a concert and some promotional events in y/c in a few days. Why don’t you join us to get away from here, take your mind off of things and see your family for a bit? I’ve always wanted to meet your parents. Now could be the chance. Let’s make our relationship even more official to show my fans how serious I truly am about you. What do you think?“

To be continued ...

END OF PART 1                                                                                   PART 2 ⏭

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As always, thank you so much for reading and showing my stories some love! It’s much appreciated! 🙏🏻💜 I hope my realization of this request managed to meet your expectations! 🙃

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