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"Dinner!" // Hoseok

Warnings: angry sex, rough sex, spitting, dirty talk, degradation, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, for the love of god...), a hint of consensual non-consent??, very little lubrication, breath deprivation.

Disclaimer: Everything in this fic is consensual. Yes, this is angry sex. Yes, it's spur of the moment. But please know that if y/n had ever wanted Hoseok to stop what he was doing, she would just need to tell him, and he would. Thank you. Enjoy.

"You can be such an asshole sometimes," you huffed, slamming the kitchen cupboards in the hunt for whichever saucepan you needed to make the dinner you begrudgingly decided to make for Hoseok and yourself.

"Me? You've been acting like a little bitch for days. What is it, PMS?" he yelled angrily.

At this point, neither of you knew what you were fighting about. Hoseok had done something wrong, you were sure of that, but frankly you had no idea what it was. It had been so long since, but you were still stewing, just from the cockiness and sheer arrogance he protruded. His 'can do no wrong' impression of himself was pissing you off beyond belief.

"Ever think to ask why, Hoseok? Hmm? No, of course not. You never do anything wrong; nothing is ever your fault... Prince fucking Hoseok is right again," you spat, slamming the saucepan onto the stove to fill with the chicken stock you had already made up in a jug.

"What is your problem? Is it 'cause I've been working so much again? You know there's nothing I can do about that, y/n..." It always came back to this. No, it was never the reason. Sure, it sucked; but you never got mad about it, never got pissy. There was no need; you kept yourself busy and he was living his dream. You'd always supported that.

You just rolled your eyes at him, pushing past him to collect the jug of chicken stock to pour into the pan.

"When have I ever used that against you?" you retorted. "Never. I have never said that."

"You don't need to say it, your attitude says it all," he raised his voice at you and immediately your defences went up.

"Attitude? I didn't fucking do anything, Hoseok! You come home every day fucking moody as shit with me after preaching to the damn world that you're 'they're hope', but you act like such a-" you were interrupted by the slam of the kitchen door. Hoseok had left, storming off to the bedroom in a fit of rage. You'd attacked his philosophy, his mantra; was that too far?

Possibly, but you couldn't even entertain the idea that you had done anything wrong right now. Not when he acted the way he did with you. So instead, you ignored the situation and focussed on cooking, whether he was going to eat it with you or not. He at least couldn't throw in your face that you hadn't made him any food...

Like the stew on the boil, your anger bubbled away and festered deep in you. How dare he treat you like shit every damn day and then blame you? At first you had thought it was simply frustration from work, but it never usually carried on this long. Hobi loved what he did, and he was so disgustingly optimistic that it threw you to see him in a constant state of agitation.

"Dinner!" You yelled into the open, setting the bowls of stew down across from each other at the table. You heard movement upstairs, footsteps on the landing and down the steps as he stomped down them, clearly still reeling.

You sat in your seat and started your food, completely ignoring his presence when he dropped into the chair in front of you wordlessly. You didn't even look up, only knowing it would piss him off more. If there was one thing Hoseok hated, it was being ignored.

So that's exactly what you did. You tucked into your stew, eyes never bothering to wonder even a little to look up at Hoseok sat opposite you. You looked unbothered; not pissed off, not upset, not completely heartbroken like he had hoped you would be, just a little bit, but completely and utterly indifferent.