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tomorrow and forever - jung hoseok

pairing; hoseok x reader

genre; angst (happy ending)

rating; pg-15

word count; 2606

disclaimers; mentions of cheating, readers mom is a hoseok hater, also a control freak, baby panic attack (mostly symptoms, really brief), cursing, relationship problems; let me know if anything needs to be added

summary; you and hoseok were supposed to have a nice dinner for your anniversary. when he tells you he has to stay late at work you don't think anything of it; at least until Jimin sends you a few questionable photos.

a/n; this is my little piece for @ultkpopnetwork ‘s “A Walk With BTS’’ 7th anniversary celebration! I chose the song fake love but I don't know if I really stuck with it that well lol sorry. this was supposed to be angsty but like usual not too sure if it worked!

let me know what you think :)

listen to;

- fake love | bts

- 4 am | Melanie Fiona

- who | lauv ft. bts

You’d stopped expecting things from Hoseok a while ago. Every time you planned a date or took time off of work to see him, you were blown off with the excuse of another time.

In the beginning of your relationship, everything seemed to be straight out of a fairytale. Hoseok took you on a plethora of dates: watching the sunset on the Han River, visiting hole in the wall cafés, touring local parks in Seoul, anything you felt like. You’d had some of the best times of your life with Hoseok and you would never dream of trading them for the world.

Even though it seemed like everything was going great in your relationship, things turned sour rather quickly. It was as if the moment you made it past your one year anniversary, things were destined to fall apart.

When Hoseok had first asked you out, he made sure that you understood he wouldn’t always have time for you. He loved you very much, but his job, the music,- came first.

“You know I care about you, Y/N,’’ Hoseok said to you as he grasped your hand over the dinner table, “but the music comes first.’’

“I know, Hobi,’’ You squeezed his hand, hoping to reassure the man.

You’d had that conversation over coffee on your third date. It was quite obvious that Hoseok was infatuated with you, but you could also sense the hesitance in his demeanor. This was as far as he’d ever made it with a girl in his career. Most women only wanted to be with him because of his money and status. Things never usually lasted past the first date, but he knew you were different. He could feel it.

You stayed true to your word, never arguing when he had to stay late to help one of the others with the choreography, or when Namjoon asked him to stay late in the studio to re record a verse or two. You never mentioned how you felt when you saw all the beautiful women fawning over him, screaming his name (plus a few other not so appropriate things). You didn’t even say anything when he missed your anniversary dinner. The dinner that he swore up and down he wouldn’t miss since “a year is a huge milestone!’’

“Don’t worry about it,’’ you shook your head as you spoke to your phone. It was resting on your vanity, Hoseok’s voice blaring through the speaker. You had been finishing up your makeup for the evening, readying yourself for your dinner reservation in Gangnam at some fancy restaurant Hoseok had picked out.

Hoseok had said he was going to finish what he was working on and be home by six, and you two would be out the door by six thirty. Not anymore apparently, considering the fact that he was required to stay late again.

Your heart ached as you pressed end call, shoulders sagging against the back of your chair. You should stop expecting him to come through. One can only be let down so many times before they stop even looking up.

Just as quickly as the call ended, you pulled out your makeup remover and began to wipe the product from your face. Your makeup had looked the best you’d ever been able to do, and now all that hard work was going down the drain.

The silence was deafening as you sat in your shared bedroom. It didn't take long to remove an hour's worth of work and you slipped out of your dress into some comfier sleep clothes.

You had always hoped against all hope that things would be different. You prayed that your family was wrong; that he was different.

When you first got with Hoseok, your family was immediately judgemental of his lifestyle, claiming he couldn’t be tied down to someone while living the way he was.

“He’ll never be able to please you.’’ Your mother seethed over the phone. She was angry that you wouldn’t marry her friend's son, Minsik, and of course because of this, she had an obvious distaste for Hoseok.

Always the control freak, your mother felt that she was allowed to dictate every aspect of your life, even going as far to calling your boss to tell him she didn’t like you working late. You didn’t even live with her for christ sake! Still, she felt as if she had free reign over your life and it had always been an issue.

She was the same way with your brother. It was the same reason he decided to move far away from her.

You’d explained to your mother that this was your life, and you knew what you were committing to with Hoseok. You said if she didn’t like it she didn’t have to see him.

True to her word, Hoseok was never invited to any family get togethers, and she’d refuse to attend any birthday celebrations as long as he was there.

“She’ll come around,’’ Your father told you after your birthday a few months ago.. It hadn’t been the first time he told you this, and you figured it wouldn’t be the last.

After settling into bed, you found yourself restless.

While it wasn’t unusual to be alone at this hour, you found yourself more lonely than usual.

Hoseok hadn’t given you an estimate on when he’d be home, so you now had to busy yourself for an indefinite amount of time. Sleeping would probably be the smartest option, but your brain was too busy for that. You trusted Hoseok. He’d finish whatever he was doing and hopefully be home in your arms before midnight. Maybe you’d get to spend a little bit of your anniversary together.

Deciding that sleep would in fact be the best option to pass the time, you let yourself relax against the pillows.

You hadn’t even fallen completely asleep before the buzzing of your phone woke you up.

You’d gotten a text message from Jimin.

The two of you were friends, and you were close enough, but for him to be texting you after six? Quite the anomaly.

Opening the message, you felt your heart drop. Jimin had sent you a picture of Hoseok sitting at a table with one of their backup dancers practically in his lap. The photo was from the back, so you couldn’t see his face, but by his body language it looked like he was enjoying the attention.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart, but it didn’t help.

‘Think about this, Y/N,’ you thought to yourself. Being rash and jumping to conclusions would do you no good.

Throwing the covers back, you stood up out of bed.

“Get some water,’’ You said out loud to yourself as you walked into the bathroom, flicking on the light. Letting the water run out of the faucet, you filled up a cup of water and took a long drink.

As you made your way back into the bedroom, your phone lit up with another notification.

Jimin had sent you another photo.

You opened this one with more hesitation than the last, only to have your suspicions confirmed.

In this photo they were standing up. Hoseok’s arms were wrapped around the girls middle, and it looked like he was tilting his head to expose his neck. It was clear she was kissing him.

You locked your phone and threw it on the bed.

What should you do? Are you supposed to just wait for him to come home and pretend like nothing happened? If he was really cheating on you, how long had it been going on for? Did he ever love you at all?

There were a million questions racing through your mind, but there was one thought that trumped them all.

Mom was right.

You needed to leave.

You fumbled through your closet, digging for your carry on bag. It was small enough for you to carry without hassle but you’d be able to fit enough things in it to last for a few days.

As you were shoving clothes into the bag, you could see your phone ringing a few feet away. Jimin’s name lit up the screen.

Not wanting to hear anymore bad news, you ignored the call, continuing on your mission to pack up and leave.

It wasn’t right to just up and leave Hoseok like this, but it also wasn’t right for him to play you like boo boo the fool for a whole year.

“This is for the best.’’ You said to yourself.

You were almost finished with your clothes, and the buzzing had stopped a while ago.

Now all you needed was your toiletries.

Heading back into the bathroom, you stopped at the sound of the front door opening.

Without second thought you left your items on the bed and walked out to the living room.

You weren’t sure who you expected it to be, but you were shocked nevertheless when you were met with the sight of Hoseok.

You had made not a peep, but still, Hoseok whipped around to face you.

“Y/N!’’ He exclaimed, nearly tripping as he tried to remove his shoes.

“Don’t.’’

“Hear me out!” Hoseok cried, managing to right himself.

He’d stepped back in front of the door which prevented you from leaving your shared apartment.

Not that you’d leave without your stuff.

The two of you stood there, both unmoving, also refusing to say anything.

Unable to stand under Hoseok’s scrutinizing gaze, you looked to the ground.

The look plastered on his face would have been enough to stop you in your tracks but with your gaze trained on the floor, you missed the pain his eyes held.

You’d never been closed off with Hoseok. The two of you communicated very well and it was one of the reasons you two had been able to make it this far. Seeing you act like this was very upsetting.

It was obvious Hoseok was trying to hold back tears, not wanting to let his emotions get the best of the situation. He was so afraid of losing you, he didn’t want to do anything to escalate the situation. If you’d just listen to him he’d explain!

“Why the fuck should I listen you, Hoseok.’’ You spat, finally looking back up at him. “It’s obvious your words mean nothing.’’

You shouldn’t be talking to him like this. You know that. You can’t help the venom that begins to lace your tone. You were angry.

Hoseok had never given you a reason not to trust him, but it wasn’t like those photos came from a fan. Jimin had sent them to you. Sweet, trusting Jimin. The same Jimin who pushed Hoseok to ask you out in the first place. He had no reason to send you those pictures as a prank. He had to be seriously concerned in order to meddle in your business.

“Baby, it’s not what it-’’

“Don’t ‘baby’ me,’’ You shook your head, feeling the tears begin to well up in your own eyes, “pictures speak louder than words.’’

“What pictures?” Hoseok asked as he took off after you down the hallway.

You snatched your phone off the bed and quickly punched in your pass code.

“Are you gonna tell me what you’re talking about? Jimin just said- what’s all that?” Hoseok cut himself off, eyes wide as he saw your run away bag.

You didn’t reply.

“You were gonna leave?”

“Why would I stay when it’s obvious you don’t love me!” You finally screamed.

Pulling up the text thread you threw the phone at Hoseok.

He rolled his jaw in annoyance.

“Jimin needs to stay the fuck out of my business.’’ Hoseok scoffed, shutting the phone off and tossing it back to the bed.

“Why, so you could keep on fucking other girls while I sat here alone? Waiting for you like I promised!” You couldn’t hold in the tears anymore.

“I’m not fucking anyone other than you, Y/N!” “Then why did Jimin send me those pictures!”

“Because he’s a fucking idiot!”

Banging on the wall knocked both of you back to your senses.

A faint “keep it down!” could be heard through the plaster.

“At least I wasn’t gonna run away from all of my problems.’’ Hoseok spat at you.

“At least I’m not a fucking liar.’’ You replied, going back to packing.

You were almost done. You could almost go.

“What are you doing?” Hoseok ripped the bag from your hands.

“I’m leaving. Give me my stuff.’’

Hoseok let out a laugh, “you’re not going anywhere. You’re gonna sit, and we’re gonna talk like adults.’’

“I’m not doing anything. I don’t want to hear you say you did it.’’ You shook your head, reaching for the bag now held above his head.

“I didn’t do anything!”

God, you were stubborn.

You were practically pressed up against him as you tried to grab your bag, so Hoseok just tossed it back to the closet and wound his arms around your waist, effectively trapping you in his embrace.

“What are you doing?” You tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“She came onto me, Y/N.’’ Hoseok said, pulling you tighter to his chest.

Fuck, he really didn’t want to lose you.

“Jimin couldn’t hear what was going on because he was sitting with Namjoon. He totally misread the situation. Why do you think he called you five times?” Oh. You hadn’t thought about it like that.

“As soon as she tried to kiss me I pushed her off.’’

“It looked like she was kissing your neck.’’ You pulled his chin to the side, inspecting his skin.

It was free of marks. It was just nice and tan like usual.

“I was trying to move away from her lips.’’ He chuckled.

Maybe things were gonna be okay.

As you continued to try to poke holes in his story with your questions, Hoseok answered every one of them, never deeming any of them as stupid.

Eventually, you became pliant in his arms, feeling like a total bitch for reacting the way you did.

The two of you sat on the bed as you hung your head in shame.

“It’s okay, Y/N/N. I know you.’’ Hoseok soothed as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “The minute Jimin told me his fuck up I knew you’d react bad.’’

“I just.. I worry sometimes. You’re an amazingly handsome rich man in the biggest boy band in the world! I’m just me. Plain ole Y/N. You belong with someone like her.’’ You let your shoulders sag.

You’d always been a bit insecure of yourself, but Hoseok was always there to reassure you.

“I love my plain ole Y/N,’’ Hoseok spoke, “you keep me grounded. Helps me stay on track.’’

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

You nodded, slipping back under the covers.

You watched Hoseok as he took off his jacket, white tee following soon after. Shimmying out of his jeans, he crawled into bed with nothing but boxers on.

“I’m sorry for overreacting.’’ You said again when Hoseok switched off the lamp.

“It’s alright baby.’’ Hoseok pulled you into his chest.

You shifted so your head was resting against where his heart was, letting the steady beat relax you.

“We’ll do something tomorrow.’’ Hoseok spoke out of the blue.

“Since we didn’t get to do anything for our anniversary today, we’ll go tomorrow.’’

You just nodded, ready for this day to be over.

“We’ve got tomorrow and forever, Y/N/N. It’ll be the first year of many.’’

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