𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 ⏤𝕓𝕥𝕤

j.hs | true bliss

"I'm leaving if there's nothing important you want to talk to me about." he snaps with bared teeth, almost like a rabid canine, it scares you but he already has his back turned, unreservedly missing the fearful expression on your face. If he had even caught a glimpse of it, you knew he would've stopped his 'tough guy' act immediately but he wasn't going to allow for that tonight as he steps out of your apartment.

"Come back here! I asked you a question and I expect you to answer me, Hoseok!"

"I don't want to answer your stupid question!" his strides are long but you were nimble enough to get to him before he reaches the elevator.

Catching hold of his arm, you tug him back whilst simultaneously pulling his arm into your chest in order to keep him in place, "well, you're coming home with me whether you like it or not," you lock eyes with him, trying to express your determination in dragging him back so you could treat his eye and press for answers, even if he doesn't want to give them, "when we get there, I am going to treat your black eye and get the answers I deserve as your friend..." he clicks his tongue at the growing gentleness of your voice as you reach the end of your statement. Gradually, his arm loses its tension as he looks away from the bright grin you flash him before leading him back to your apartment.

Not even five minutes later, you have a homemade icepack, acting as an ice-compress, gently pressing at the purple ring around his eye. You take care not to bear it down on his actual eye and give him the instruction to continue the action as you go to your medicine cabinet and take out some pain relief tablets. His grunt of protest elicits a huff from you.

"I know you're tough and all but you're still human, which means you can feel pain," you slap the arm he had holding the ice pack you made for him. It jolts his arm enough to accidentally goad the ice pack into his bruise, garnering a sharp wince of pain and stifled curse, "see? Now take this medicine or I won't talk to you for a week," the image the redhead has of you, right now, is of a huffing and puffing wolf, a very cute wolf that closely resembles a sheep far more than it does a lupine.

"Th'nks," he mutters under his breath after swallowing the pain relief medicine, only to grimace once more at the anticipating look on your face.

"Well?" he hates confrontation.

"It's nothing serious, alright? So drop it."

"Its not 'nothing serious' and I won't drop it because you have a black eye, Hoseok. I think I deserve to know who hurt my friend,"

That label, again. Friend. Don't you know that hurts him more than his black eye?

A long pause follows where he contemplates giving you the truth or making up a lie on the spot. It's futile, however, because he knew that you always picked up on when he was lying because he would always give a quirky tilt of the head before fabricating fiction through his teeth. He was already feeling the urge to tilt his head and, meeting your eyes, you were preparing yourself to snap at him for being dishonest. Your eyes were piercing blades that already glared at him intensely, ready to strike and cut him should he vocalise fables.

"Fine..." he releases an exasperated sigh, "I ran into those disrespectful brats again today," you knew exactly who he was talking about, they were a notorious group of younger years that partied too hard and had far too much testosterone injected into them that they couldn't ever seem to keep their hands to themselves. They had no shame and talked openly - too openly - which was exactly how you came across them. They had flagrantly complimented (to put it lightly) your body as you walked passed them with Hoseok to your right. They had no filter and Hoseok was having none of it. In the end, despite his efforts in ignoring them, he sent most of the immature brats to the nurse, "they were talking inappropriately about you and the way you dressed today," he spat in disgust as your heart warmed, "I couldn't just let them disrespect you like that again so I confronted them, turns out they got better at hitting back but not by much," he smirks to himself, proud that he could still hold out against multiple opponents and win.

"Hoseok, you shouldn't have done that," you sigh, "you're just asking for trouble,"

"Trouble isn't enough to keep me from defending what's mine," the statement came out quicker than he anticipated and so was unable to stop himself. What did he just do? Him and his stupid mouth.

A flush of embarrassment and dread crept up the column of his neck as he awaited your response. He could ruin everything he had with you! Why would he let himself get this riled up over something he knew you'd disapprove of? You'd probably break all ties with him and go searching for someone to replace him! Someone more deserving of you - certainly not a punk, like him-

"Is that so?" you had a teasing grin stretched out across your face, "I'm yours?" he gulps, frozen in place, unable to respond or even move, "says who?..."

"...me...says me," he finally musters, reassuming his punk character slowly.

"Hmm...I don't think so~" you giggle playfully, heart all aflutter from his declaration and feeling lighter than air that he had been reciprocating your hidden feelings all along. Unfortunately, that brought about the playfulness from within you.

"Stop that," your redhead companion growls with a piercing gaze and suddenly his black eye doesn't seem as worrisome anymore. But more sultry to you.

"Stop what?" you fake innocence with a sweet tilt of your head and an even sweeter smile with the sweetest twinkle in your eye.

"Being a tease,"

"Come over here and make me," you don't have to wait long until he has you pushed up against the kitchen counter, a large hand on your hip as the other circles your neck to the back of your head and pushes your lips against his.

If this is what real bliss feels like, you don't understand how you could ever have just been 'just friends' with him for so long...