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𝙑𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊. "𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀" ▸ 𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙊𝙆.

˜"*°•.˜"*°• !ℂ𝕎! 𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕣𝕝𝕤, 𝕪/𝕟 𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕜, 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜 (𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕠𝕠𝕠), 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖. •°*"˜.•°*"˜

fighting and fucking. fucking and fighting. in your own words, you'd say hoseok and yourself had the "healthiest toxic relationship ever." it was a sick and twisted kind of love; not to be confused with any type of physical abuse. well, extreme at that. abuse is a strong word! you can hear hoseok saying in your head. maybe that's an exaggeration. kinda.

most of the arguments were over dumb shit. you couldn't deny, you enjoyed pushing his buttons and getting him riled up. and the same goes for him — he loves to nitpick just as much. anything you could use against him you did, no matter if it was to get your lick back or just because you're bored. it was a habit. an addiction, maybe.

these last few days, though, have been more tense than usual. he'd accused you of sleeping around with another guy — one of your good friends, actually — who he saw getting rather touchy with you at the bar you and your friends were at. he was the jealous type, and even though he'd never admit it, you both knew it was so.

you've shared your location with him indefinitely, and he went for a drive purposely in that direction so he'd have an excuse as to why he'd eventually show up uninvited. his uncalled for appearance (check-ins as he likes to call it) resulted in your friend sporting a fat lip and a swollen black eye, along with an entire brawl ensuing moments later. you, on the other hand, too drunk to comprehend everything that happened, got dragged out by hoseok into his car, and sped home.

too drunk to argue — well, comprehensively, rather — you and hoseok mildly went back and forth for a brief moment until you eventually passed out cold in bed. waking with a killer hangover, memories of the night prior flooded in your brain when you heard hoseok mumbling to himself.

"talking about some fucking stalker shit. and what if i was?" he mocked that last bit in your voice, mimicking your response to his initial allegation. "she doesn't know what the fuck's good for her if it fucked her in the ass and called her a - oh. you're up." he contorted his face in disgust and scoffed at the end of his statement.

"nah nah, gone head and continue. if it called me a what?" you said defensively, sitting up to see him better and wincing at how it made your head throb.

"a bitch, because that's exactly what you are, ____." he spat, rolling his eyes.

"that's crazy coming from you, a man who's so insecure that he has to beat up every single one of his girlfriends' friends because he assumes she's cheating on his bum ass," you countered, making him turn and lunge towards you.

"you shouldn't have let him touch you like that!" he barked, arms flailing as he spoke.

you scoffed. "boy, fuck on and find you some business somewhere. i gotta get ready for work." you got up and brushed past him, on your way to the bathroom to get ready, despite the killer migraine.

☥

hoseok had been out for the better part of the day, and it was about six in the evening. you'd barely spoken to each other since the last time you got into it, so about three days. on the couch with mickey at your feet, scrolling through your phone, you heard the front door open. rolling your eyes upon realising who it was, mickey jumped down from the sectional to greet hoseok. you saw him drag in tiffany, chanel, and louis bags, the big ones at that, and for a moment you had to rethink if you were gonna still have an attitude towards him or not. only if he promises to bring more, you thought.