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Jung Hoseok • Always

"Kick the weird one out!"

"He's ugly, why is he in BTS, again?...."

"Who's that??"

"Gross, lol."

"Not as pretty as the other men in this group....!"

"Couldn't it have just been the 6?!.. Just wondering."

I watched Hoseok's eyes become glossier by the second, a red tint adding to the corners of his eyes and redness on his lower eyelids since he held his tears in.

"Why are they so mean?" He asked softly.

"Hoseok, I hope you understand these people really aren't fans if they think this way."

"But it's what people think!.." He faced PD-nim with a horrified look on his face.

"They're bad people, Hoseok." PD replied pitifully, patting Hoseok's shoulder.

"You're right...." Hoseok stared off to his feet, turning his chair a little, "...I'm just overreacting."

PD-nim pat his shoulder again, then left the room, brushing my shoulder softly with his arm accidentally.

I watched Hoseok slowly break down once he knew he was alone. Tears were overfilling his eye-sockets and pouring out like a waterfall. It broke my heart to see him cry so hard, hiccuping due to the lack of noise leaving his throat. He held back every sound as best as he could. Just broken by image of people hating him. Hating him for doing nothing whatsoever wrong.

"I'm trying.." He covered his face with his hand, his long fingers reaching his hairline.

"I'm trying so hard for you guys, please just take care of me.." He sobbed again.

I lost it, I can't just stand here and watch, just waiting for him to stand up and 'get over it'. So I opened the door completely and shut it behind me, running over to him until I fell to my knees in front of him.

He flinched at the sight of my sudden actions and began quickly wiping his tears.

"Don't cry." I took his large, wet hands into mine and caressed the top of them gently.

"I-I'm not, don't worry about me." He forced a weak smile-- With those blood-shot eyes and that pink nose, he wasn't fooling anyone.

"...Hoseok...." I stroked his cheek and smiled softly, watching his lips begin to tremble in sadness. His eyes began flowing with tears again as he coughed up a whine, bending over to rest his forehead onto my shoulder.

"Don't listen to those assholes. They're insecure about themselves so they take it out on one of the most precious humans alive." I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and closed my eyes, feeling myself get emotional as well.

"I hope that w-whatever happens, you never hate me, Y/N. I'm sorry to be such a child and cry over weak insults... I've tried so hard lately and I can't help but think it was for nothing. I feel it was just to receive threats and hate messages to kick me out. I can't deal with that, Y/N.." He muttered, sniffing heavily and continuing to silent cry.

"I  love you." I whispered.

He perked up and pulled away, leaving his nose literally centimeters from mine. His tears continued to fall but an honest smile grew on his face, which I seriously loved to see. It was one of the things about him I died to see everyday.

"Me?" His hopes raised in excitement. 

"Only you." I put my hands onto his cheeks again.

"I wouldn't have ever known, I'm so sorry." He pressed his forehead against mind as our noses slid past each other so this time our lips were literally a centimeter away. I could feel every hot breath of his brushing past my lips and cupid's bow. 

The moment was intimate and sexy. Just seeing his glossy eyes lowered to my lips and his damp hair, highlighted cheeks and nose. The natural tan on his skin made the moment practically glow. 

"I'd say I hid it well then." I quietly said, staring down at his full lips in hunger. I would die for him.

Slowly, he leaned in just to the point where the very tip of our lips would stick together, then pushing in completely where we molded together, our lips moistening against each other's inner lip saliva. Practically eating each other in a growing make out session. 

We were the only noises in his work room, the sound of lips connecting in multiple kisses. His taste was salty but ever so sweet; His taste screamed Hoseok in every way. I was so proud to even be in front of him--- Hell-- Proud to even be here to comfort him. 

"I love you--" He kissed the corners of my lip, "I love the way you would be there when I was stressed while producing, I love the way you'd be there when I was tired after a long photo shoot.." 

I smiled against his lips, happy he noticed my feelings with the little things. I admired he was such a good listener, and just seemed to notice anything you thought he didn't. I can't believe..

"Thank you for being there for me." He hugged me tightly. 

"Always. Don't ever forget that, Hoseok." I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Never ever-- I won't ever forget that."