"Who gave you that black eye?""Well, you're coming home with me whether you like it or not""Come over here and make me,"
A/N:let's be honest here...I don't know the real meaning of 'punk' so...I'm really sorry if I offend anyone, I'm really really sorry! This is just based off of my stereotypical view of 'punk' boys, I don't know! Please don't get mad at me, just, if anyone knows what 'punk' means, tell me and if I accidentally based Hoseok off of another stereotype, mainly in anime where at school they skip class, don't follow rules and have gravity-defying hair. But please let me know the real meaning so that I can change it! Thank you! Enjoy the read!
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"Who gave you that black eye?!" you gasp in shock at the sight of Hoseok sporting a purpling bruise over his right eye. He was late for your Friday night hang out and so you had called and pestered him to come over or else you'll go and visit him at his apartment instead. You knew he had a weak spot for you despite being the college's punk and if he could keep you from walking alone in the dark, he would do whatever it took to keep that from happening. It wasn't often that you would pull something like this on him but his absence for the majority of the day was worrying you; tonight was when you thought you'd finally get to see him and find answers for his odd behaviour, however, seeing as though that that wouldn't be the case, you pulled a desperate move.
Yes, you felt guilty but if this was what he was trying to hide from you then you're more glad than contrite.
"It doesn't matter," he growled, his mood far bitter than unsweetened cocoa, which is the complete antithesis of his usual self conduct. Sweet, charming and gentle. Where was the Hoseok you grew to care for and love? - Not that you'd ever admit it to his face, you wouldn't be able to handle the rejection.
"Hoseok-..." any injuries he sported was your weakness and always leads you into breaking your usually hostile disposition and reveal a vulnerable softness he rarely gets to experience.
"What did you want?" his cruel tone doesn't leave, in fact, it only seems to audibly become more present in his voice.
In anger, you lash out with your own cruel words, "I'm just caring about you! What the hell is your problem?" that sounded more like you, he wasn't used to your sweet side, although, he can't deny that it makes him feel a certain way.
