problems | j.hs

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"you're not my fucking father to be confining me in such place!" lana yelled, throwing a pillow at hoseok who stood by the door to stop her from leaving.

"where are you going?" hoseok asked calmly.

"i'm just going out with some friends." she said. "god." she muttered.

hoseok's jaw tensed, his teeth clenched and his fists so white as he held tightly onto the door knob.

"is that all?"

"yes, hoseok. why don't you believe me?" she shouted. "if we don't have trust, how on earth is our relationship gonna work?"

hosoek's mouth opened then he closed it again. he shut his eyes. "trust?" he scoffed.

"yes, trust."

"i think you should be asking yourself that." he whispered in a deadly voice.

"what is wrong with you?" she threw herself onto the couch. "you've not been letting me leave the house recently and you've changed a lot."

"have i?" he tilted his head. lana felt fear begin to fill her heart. "who's namjoon?" he wondered. "i mean, when you were drunk-" he said, emphasising on "drunk" and moving closer with every sentence. "you sort of called me namjoon. as far as i know and as far as my birth certificate reads, my name is hoseok. jung hoseok. do i need to spell it out for you? so who the fuck is namjoon?" he was raging in fury now, sweat dripping down his face.

"hoseok." lana whimpered.