Hobi's Demands • JHS

Twenty

The dots never appeared this time, for a second you wondered if he'd put his phone away and decided to not argue over text. Maybe he'd not even seen your message because he was driving or messaging someone else. Probably that hot woman with the red lips. You carried your phone back to the kitchen, appetite ruined you placed the pot of cold soup in the fridge with a lid, you'd simmer it tomorrow.

You jumped at the loud bangs against your door, you shivered, you knew who it was, and by the sound of his fists he'd definitely gotten your picture. You hurried into your bedroom sitting on your bed, glad you'd changed your door code. Why did you already feel guilty?

"Open the damned door, you sent the pic so you clearly wanted my attention!"

Hobi was talking too loud, his tone powerful enough to send each word easily through the door and into your bedroom. Loudly enough to send those same words into countless other rooms that didn't belong to you too.

You cringed thinking about how all your neighbors would would be peeking out their doors, exposing Hobi. This was supposed to be between the two of you not the entire third floor. You stood then sat back down heavily. If Hobi wanted to bring everyone into his bullshit let him, his tantrum was his own fault.

"Y/N!"

Your name in his mouth was acid, he was angry, but he also sounded hurt, you shook your head. He wasn't hurt Wednesday with his hands up another woman's shirt, or hurt when he left you hanging 12 hours without a word.

"You wanted to talk about this so let's talk!"

You sighed, if there was a huge disturbance that resulted in a Dispatch article, no one would blame him. You'd be out of a job and apartment, Ji-woo would have no choice but to side with her idol brother.

You hurried into the living room and opened the door, he was more than angry his posture was alarmingly furious. Hobi entered without a word and stood in the middle of the room his arms crossed, dance teacher on steroids mode engaged.

"Kneel." The word was crisp, begging to be obeyed but you closed the distance and shoved him petulantly.

"Not a fucking chance Hoseok!"

He took the push well only rocking back slightly before he caught your arms and held you still. He was glaring, you were glaring, any feelings of remorse seeping away rapidly.

"Who was it?"

"None of your business."

"Is he still here?"

"I don't know Hoseok, does he look like he's still here?" You rolled your eyes, the question seemed preposterous, would you have answered the door if you weren't alone?

"Are you not going to do anything I say? Not answer a single question?" He shook you softly but his jaw was tight with restrained fury.

"Who is she?"

"Some back up dancer for Aespa."

"Your sub?" His face changed and he dropped your upper arms shaking his head.

"No, you are my sub." The way he said 'are' instead of 'were' wasn't lost on you, it took some of the steam out of your temper.

"I don't care, get out. Stop making a scene before I get kicked out of my apartment."

"Then I'll find you another apartment. I'm not leaving." For some reason that comment made you even more angry, you shoved him again but he caught your wrists, exasperated.

"Why were you with her? You said you were busy, did you mean busy with her?"

"Yes I was busy with her, and I was with her because I wanted to sleep with her. Does knowing that make you happy Y/N?" You shook yourself free from him and stepped away, you needed space or you might slap him.