BTS was still a new group, slowly making their way into the industry. They weren’t global superstars yet, but they had already gathered a dedicated group of fans. People who saw their potential, who believed in them. You were one of those people.

But not everyone was treated the same. Hoseok, despite his talent and warm personality, was the least liked member. And he knew it. People judged him for his looks, whispering cruel words behind his back, pretending he didn’t belong. No matter how brightly he smiled, no matter how much effort he put into everything he did, the cold reality remained, most people didn’t see him the way they saw the others.

Today, BTS was holding a free fan meeting, a chance for fans to interact with them up close. The room buzzed with excitement as fans eagerly handed out gifts, stuffed animals, letters, bags filled with treats. The other members received them with gratitude, their tables filling up with tokens of appreciation.

But at the very end of the table, Hoseok sat alone.No gifts. No fans rushing toward him. Just silence. His fingers tapped idly against the surface, his eyes scanning the crowd as if searching and hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would come to him. His usual bright energy was dimmed, his smile forced, as if he was trying not to let it show how much it hurt.