Pairing: J-Hope X reader
Genre: Fluff that turns to Angst
Word count: 1,017
Summary: Even the sun can be taken by darkness, so what do you do when your sunshine isn’t who they usually are?
So I tried my hand at a bit more angst, it does start kinda fluffy, but I tried! I hope you all enjoy!
‘I can’t believe I can finally go to one of their performances at music bank!’ You thought to yourself excitedly. You had been dating Hoseok for about a month and he finally asked if you wanted to come to a filming. You quickly accepted and now you stood backstage, able to watch your boys from the side as well as the monitor before you.
The boys were still getting prepped, so you waited where it was less crowded. After a few minutes you felt arms wrap around you followed with a sing-songy voice, “Hey there, Y/N! I was looking for you.”
You turned around to see your boyfriend, his arms still around you. “Well, here I am!” You replied with a smile.
“Yeah, are you ready for your first performance? We go on in ten minutes.”
“Definitely! You guys are going to kill it, I’m sure!” You exclaimed, “I know you’ll do great.”
He smiled down at you, “You’re adorable when you’re excited.”
“Why wouldn’t I be excited? I get to see my sunshiny boy perform live rather than watching a prerecorded performance!”
He grinned from ear to ear as he stared on you fondly with his dark eyes, “I’m glad you could come.” Before you could reply the other members made their way over, each of them greeting you happily.
“Hey, Y/N! You made it!” Namjoon yelled happily, ruffling your hair.
“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss this for anything!” You responded, almost jumping with excitement.
Soon enough the boys were teasing you and Hobi, you jokingly acted angry at the jokes and lightly smacked them. Jimin taunted you more than the others, he ran when you glared at him and you quickly chased after him. When you got back there was only a minute left until they had to perform and they were to take their places.
“Good luck, Hobi,” you beamed as you planted a kiss on his cheek, causing the others to tease or pretend to be sick.
Hoseok didn’t pay any attention to them and smiled, “Thanks, we have to go, but I’ll see you after the performance!” The boys quickly made their way to their positions and were ready to roll.
They were performing Blood, Sweat, and Tears and they had done this dance a million times. Your excitement grew as the lights turned to them and the music started, the vocals, the dance, everything was amazing. The performance was seemingly flawless, until the second chorus. When Hobi jumped he landed wrong, causing him to stumble and almost fall. Your heart dropped, but he soon was back into the choreo so you thought it was a good save. The rest of the stage went as planned and after it was over the boys made their way backstage.
Hoseok walked past you with his eyes trained on the ground, not even sparing you a glance. He trailed the members and looked like his mind was somewhere else.
“Hoseok!” You called as you followed him, he picked up his pace. Soon he was at a brisk walk and you tried to catch up, “Hobi! Wait up!”
He sighed and stopped, turning to you with a dark expression, “What?”
You were taken aback by this uncharacteristic reaction, “Umm, you guys did great out there. I just wanted to say you did a good job and-”
He chuckled and stated coldly, “It wasn’t a good performance, it was probably the worst one yet. So don’t even try.”
You weren’t sure how to react, “Why was it the worst? I thought you did well.”
“Oh yeah, because stumbling and almost falling is always a part of a great performance,” He scoffed with a shake of his head.
“You had a good save though! Come on, sunshine, you did good!” You pleaded.
“No I didn’t, I made a fool of myself and the rest of the guys. Now please just stop trying to make it sound good.” He turned and walked off, but you still persisted.
“Please just talk to me, mistakes happen okay? It happens to everyone at some point, sunshine!” You kept saying the nickname you had for him even before you had started dating.
“Stop it, please,” He called behind him flatly as he picked up his pace, he rounded a corner only to find it was a dead end hall. He groaned and turned to face you, with a sigh of frustration he explained, “Look, I know what happened up there. It was more than just a little mistake, I almost fell! I ruined that performance, not just for me, but for the group as a whole. I don’t care that ‘mistakes happen’, I’m supposed to be the dancer. So stop trying to play it off as if I had just missed a step or used the wrong arm, okay?” His voice was cold, he was beating himself up over this performance and angry. He didn’t want you to push him or else he might take it out on you.
You were oblivious to the fact that he wanted you to go away and continued trying to reason with him, “You didn’t ruin the performance! Just because you are supposed to be the dancer doesn’t mean you have to be perfect all the time. What happened to the sunshiny boy I wished good luck earlier?”
That was his last straw as he closed the distance between you two and snapped, “I’m not always going to be a ball of sunshine, got it? I’m human, just like everyone else, so I have other emotions. You can’t expect me to always be a blissful, happy go lucky person. That’s just unrealistic and if you really thought I was only that sunshiny person, think again. I have emotions too, and I thought I could express them, but apparently I can’t without you asking where the 'real me’ went.” Without letting you answer he pushed past you and walked away.
You were left alone, stunned and eyes stinging with tears. You slowly made your way out of the building, not knowing what to do.