"No capes!" "Look at me when I'm talking to you, _______!" "Do not change the subject, _______! We're discussing your attitude!" "_______... this is the third time this year you've been sent to the office." "If you haven't noticed, _______, we're not doin' so hot either.""Look, I performed a public service. You act like that's a bad thing."
“It’s not a cape– It’s a cloak.” Fingers tracing over the hem of his silk cloak, the deep scowl that decorated Junho’s lips indicated his defiance towards his lover’s words. The brunet enveloped himself in the hold of his cloak and, as Jongsuk reached out to snatch the fabric away from him, he moved to the side and away from the older’s grasp. “There’s a difference.”
“No, there really isn’t.” The eye roll that Jongsuk gave was anything but discreet and Junho found it ironic, how the older male was judging him for his superior taste in fashion. He liked the cloak, almost every super-villain had one and it was even a required uniform for kids in Hogwarts. Not to mention, he looked majestic when it swayed in the wind.
“You aren’t going to tell me how to accessorize,” Junho had pressed on once more, “not when your own costume looks like a homeless was the one who designed it!” The brunet tilted his head up, his body oozing of his indignation and, not wanting to have his lover critize him anymore for his superb tastes, the younger trailed off upstairs.
It wasn’t like he wanted to go to the damned party or whatever this trick-or-treat business was in the first place.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Junho!”
If there was a couple notorious for their vicious fights and disagreements, it would be Jongsuk and Junho. Hardly ever could the two men go a month without at least a fight or two and, had it not been for the fact that they knew how to please each other as good as they knew how to piss one another off, speculators would claim that the two mixed as well as water and oil.
Eyes piercing the surface of the table, there was a nasty vibration within Junho as his core shook with rage towards the older male across from him. His hands balled into fists, the brunet’s nails dug against his palms and threatened to make them bleed. The evidence of the younger holding himself back from his impulse desires, which almost always consisted of causing harm to his offender, and the strain that rung strong in him was prominent through his shaking frame.
Jongsuk spoke up once more, demanding for his younger lover to look at him, but Junho kept his gaze held down for caution. If he looked at Jongsuk, saw the older staring at him as vehemently as the younger’s glower would be, Junho was unsure if he could further restrain himself from his aggressive desires.
“I don’t want you talking to him,” Junho’s words came out like a strangled, silenced snarl. He didn’t need to look at Jongsuk to validate his opinion. “If you can’t respect me or my requests, then you surely don’t deserve staying in my apartment.”
Leave. Even though the younger didn’t utter the word, it was strung thick in the air, a silent demand that Jongsuk did nothing but accept if it meant that he wouldn’t have to deal with his boyfriend’s childish, toxic attitude.
“Do not change the subject! We’re discussing your attitude!”
Fingers paused at the hem of his shirt, Junho directed a glower at his love as he sat stubbornly on the older male’s lap. Of course, he had thought that he would have been able to seduce Jongsuk out of his rage and towards something else, something more worth his while, as he teased his love with fleeting touches and light kisses whilst he ignored the heated words thrown at him. It had almost worked, too, with Jongsuk running his fingers along his spine and playful nips at directed towards his tanned neck until, suddenly, the older male snapped out of his trance and back towards their previous and forgotten topic. Putting his shirt down, the younger male gave a dramatic roll of his eyes and he leaned back so that he could press himself against the table rather than the other’s chest as he crossed his arms and deepened his scowl.
“My attitude is fine as it is,” he defended, “it’s an acquired taste and I’m quite disappointed that you haven’t gotten used to it already.” The brunet pondered for a moment, whether or not he should get off of his love and find something else more interesting to dwell upon, but his decision was already made as he felt Jongsuk shift his thighs, signalling for him to get off.
“How could anyone get used to having to cater to Satan’s child everyday?! It’s like almost every minute you have something new to get angry about and if you’re not busy throwing a fit about something you’re trying to get busy by fucking me!” Although Jongsuk’s words weren’t far from the truth, Junho found himself offended by the older male’s words.
“So you want me to be pissed all the time?” Then, fuming, Junho got off from his love’s lap, “Should I remind you of your own attitude? If there’s anyone with a problem, it would be you and your over sensitivity towards everything that I do!”
Instead of replying, Jongsuk found it best to burrow his face in the palms of his hands as he let out an agitated sigh.
The point had obviously flown over his love’s head.
“This is the third time this year you’ve been sent to the office.”
A pack of ice pressed against his slowly bruising eye, Junho gave a shrug as he relaxed himself upon his couch. As long as he had won the dispute, hardly anything else mattered.
“You act as though that’s a problem,” the younger scoffed and he leaned against the sofa’s arm, shutting his good eye. “I’ve gone more times before.”
“If you haven’t noticed, Junho, we’re not doin’ so hot either.”
Ignoring the fact that their tent was far from perfect due to his own lack of cooperation, Junho kept his gaze pierced upon the group of hikers from afar, an amused grin tugging at his lips as he listened to their distant shrieks, “We’re not the ones getting attacked by the wild.”
“Look, I performed a public service. You act like that’s a bad thing.”
“They don’t deserve a silver of your time.” His arms were wrapped around Jongsuk’s waist, cheek pressed against the older’s shoulder as he gazed down at the near-empty pot of soup, a group of unfortunate city-dwellers sharing their meals from the distance. His nose scrunched in distaste he shifted his view to gaze up at his dear instead.
“You didn’t even bat an eyelash at me today for these diseased mutts.” He gave a scowl and Jongsuk rolled his eyes allowing his fingers to thread through Junho’s hair.
“When I did, you ignored me.”
