When Hoseok's angry, he gets bossy.
When Taehyung gets pressured, he messes up.
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"Why the fuck can't you get anything right?!"
"I-I.."
Chaps with smut have ⭐
The echo of the front door crashing closed was heard all throughout the dorm. All the boys watch from the couch as Hoseok storms through the living room.
"Hyung, what's-" Hoseok pushes past Jungkook causing him to hit the side of the hallway as he storms to the room that he shares with Taehyung. Fuck.
Fuck.
How is he supposed to avoid the younger when they share a fucking room?
Hoseok lazily throws his things down, which is really something from him seeing as he loves organization, and heads to take a cold shower.
Once he's under the chilling water he feels his frustration finally soften (A/N not technically his frustration if you know what I mean( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ).
Hoseok slams his fist into the wall with a loud thump.
How could he be so careless? Thump. He's kept his feelings to himself this long, why does he have to fuck it up now? Thump. Something happens when Hoseok gets angry and it doesn't help with Taehyung looking like a tease while he's pissed. Thump.
This is wrong. Kissing your donsaeng is wrong. Loving your donsaeng is wrong.
He grips is orange locks, sliding down the shower wall. He brings his fingers up to trail over his lips. If it's wrong, then why can't he stop.
He stays this way for a while till his body is numb and wrinkly from the icy water. After a couple minutes, Hoseok gets out to dry and get dressed. Once finishing his routine, he exits and flops on his bed, concentrating on the ceiling as if it held the answers to all his problems.
Alone with his thoughts, Hoseok thinks of how he can deal with the younger.
Avoiding him isn't going to work, they share a room for fucks sake. Ignoring his feelings isn't going to work. Believe him, he's tried. There's only one more option...
Push him away. Make the younger hate him with everything in him.
The thought of Taehyung hating him makes Hosoek's insides twist in agony. He loves Taehyung with every fiber of his being.
How can he do this?
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After what seems like hours, Taehyung works up the courage to put his hand on the knob of his shared bedroom. His heart beats in his throat as all the things that could possibly go wrong run through his head. Sucking in a deep breath, he turns the knob and pushes forward, entering the room with caution.
Once inside, Taehyung looks around to see that everything is as it normally is. Neat and organized, thanks to Hoseok's raging OCD. His eyes fall on the elder who lays propped against his headboard, scrolling through his phone impassively.
"H-h-hyung," Taehyung calls softly, unable to suppress his nervous tremors, "C-can we t-talk?"
Taehyung is beyond nervous and confused. Why had Hoseok kissed him on the neck? Why did he leave Taehyung alone and confused on the cold, hard dance floor?
"No," Hoseok spits without even lifting his gaze from his screen. Taehyung is taken aback by his curt answer, not expecting him to speak to him with such coldness. In fact, he'd been confused about the elder's attitude all day, Hoseok never speaks to him cruelly.
"But I-"
"I said no!" Hoseok snaps, his gaze now directed towards the younger who slightly trembles under his cold, unsympathetic stare.
Taehyung's eyes begin to fill with tears of pain and confusion. He doesn't understand what has gotten into Hoseok. A single tear streams down his face as he looks back at the elder, pleading. Hoseok doesn't bat an eye at the younger's pitiful state, instead, returns his eyes to his phone.
"Hyung, please. I'm confused. Can we t-talk about what happened? D-do you have feelings for me?" Taehyung rambles, his heart filling with hope that his hyung returns his feelings. He'd been dreaming of being with Hoseok romantically since their debut, having hopelessly fallen in love with the elder.
A silence fills the small room for a moment before Hoseok lifts his head. "Why the fuck would I have feelings for you?"
Taehyung can physically feel his heart crack and sink. Hoseok's callous words cut through him like a jagged knife, tearing his heart and stomach to shreds. He opens his mouth to reply but nothing comes out, his lips tremble so hard he feels like they're going numb.
Hoseok continues. "You're nothing but a clumsy, childish, annoying kid that I have been so unfortunate as to be stuck with as a band member and roommate."
Taehyung's tears are full on streaming now, painting his tan collarbones and soaking his baggy shirt. A miserable ache settles in his stomach as he wracks his brain for a reply. When nothing comes out, he just nods painfully before turning and leaving the room.
Taehyung leaves so quickly he doesn't notice how hard he slams the door. He doesn't notice the tormented expression that crosses Hoseok's face.
A deep pain surges through Hoseok's chest at the feeling of hurting Taehyung. A lump forms in his throat making it difficult to swallow, the sobs that begin to rack his entire body. Attempting to block out the pain, he curls in a ball, defending himself from all the painful emotions that attack him at once.
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Hellooooo😄
I'm kind of tired rn tbh😩😩
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Anyways, I kind of felt like I was neglecting this story, because of my focus on Locker Room (if you haven't started it, go check it out)
