The Things We Say

009. Hoseok + "I'm hangry"

"What?" You turn your head to look at him, who is now untying his necktie and unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm hangry." he repeats.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm hungry, and angry." He explains, not really explaining anything at all. You look at him confusedly. "Hoseok, what the fuck do you mean?"

He climbs up on top of you on bed once there's nothing on his body but his boxer. "Easy, you make me hungry and angry at the same time."
Is this some kind of new role play he wants to try out? If it is then that is fucking bad, you're laughing inside. "Hungry and angry?" You scoff, you gotta play along anyway. "And how is that happening?"

"Hmm.., why do you think it is happening?" He's grinding, boy he's grinding. His breath against yours and he's smirking. You let out a sigh. "Cause I've been.. bad?" You bite your lips.
"Hmm," he brushed his lips against yours, not kissing you teasingly for some time before you see that sly grin. Before you know it, he grabs his white tee that is apparently behind your back, stands up and put his tee on.

"Wrong. You haven't made dinner and that makes me hungry. And angry. Come on let's make dinner!"

You stare at him in disbelief. Did he really just? Oh my God. "What the fuck?"

"You fell for it! I can't believe you fell for it!" He laughed so hard, clapping his hands. "Ah, come on, babe. I'm hungry."

"Fuck off, you deserve to starve until you die, I don't care." You bring the covers up to your face to hide your embarrassment, and oh, that little fucker named Jung Hoseok has all night apologizing.