“Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them.”
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“ who the fuck said i was controlling? ” if it’s not controlling, it would be him being defensive and so suddenly. a click of his tongue, he’s running slender digits through his hair as he shoots a look at hoseok. confrontation isn’t something he feels foreign to, he’s deals with confrontation several times, but when it’s personal like this, it’s much different. the air turns heavy and he’s poking his tongue against his inner cheek followed by an annoyed click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
he closes his eyes with a sigh of defeat. suddenly memories of the past both with lovers, potential lovers and friendships flash by. he wasn’t that controlling, was he? granted that he was does in terms of work does have to do with controlling things, but when it comes to others, actually people. he wouldn’t control them on purpose, but now what hoseok says is stuck in his head and he can’t seem to let it go. irritation soon etching along his countenance as he glares to the side. eventually he opens his eyes, ocean blue hues gleaming as he scoffs.
“ i may have been like that before, hoseok. ” he’ll admit that much before letting out a laugh, rather in disbelief and nothing close to being amused as he flicks his lighter off and on, the flame igniting as quick as it’s blown out. he holds down the gas trigger of it, curling digits as he presses the area and lets the gas fill the space before flicking the lighter and letting the fire burst throughout the gas and flips the lighter around before setting it back down. “ i couldn’t give a shit less about losing people anymore. if they want to leave, fucking let them. ” he’s not at all salty, bitter or whatever else others would deem him to be.
his gaze shifts as he stares at the other, blue eyes locked on chocolate browns. “ the door is right there, i’ll kick them out if they’re too fucking scared to leave or i can hold it open for them. recheck yourself, jung. i’m not controlling; i’m just being the leader my gang needs me to be. ”
