how do you think joshua, jeonghan, mingyu, and wonwoo would handle a fight with their s/o? how quick are they to anger?
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svt + fighting with their s/o
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➔ warnings: arguing, anger, f bomb in josh's || 896 words
➔ notes: angst? ; you're SO cute omg pls <33 thank you for reading my posts! this request was a little hard cuz i'm making lots of assumptions. still, it was fun to write some Hurt. these are full-blown arguments, not small fights, which are probably calmer. kept it short in case i went on for too long. as always, reblog if you liked!
JEONGHAN: he's interesting because i feel like he's incredibly patient but also has a quick temper when it comes to certain things. even when he's mad, though, he's always open to communication. just give him a few minutes to calm down enough to listen to you, and don't mind his tense tone too much. all he wants is to understand where you're coming from and for you to do the same in return. though there's a lot of "tell me one more time" and "i just don't get it" on both ends, he's more insistent on it because he's genuinely trying. "but why would that matter, baby?" he leans back against the bathroom counter, arms crossed. pet name used but keeping his physical distance with closed off posture — it's as close to neutral as you're going to get. you cross your own arms despite the itch to be near. "it matters because i told you before that it's important to me, and it hurt that you blew it off." use your words; it's a skill that you'll have to polish with him. how he acts after depends on what kind of compromise you both decide on, but in general, he'll forgive and forget. he'd rather act normally after working it out than make it up with actions.
JOSHUA: it's hard to get him genuinely angry. he'll get annoyed, sure, but to make him mad, there has to be a lot piled up for him to explode on you of all people, the one he has the most patience for. when he's blinded by the cloud of anger, he's not aware of his actions. he seethes, he swears, he strikes where it hurts. doesn't realize it until you choke back a sob, spitting out a bitter well, fuck you, too — and even then, it doesn't get through his head. "oh, so now you're just going to walk away from this?" he snaps, close on your heels. you keep your back turned, trusting him to never put his hands on you no matter how heated it gets, and continue to the kitchen. "i'm just getting water," you snarl. it's hard to restrain your tone when he's being just as mean, and your throat itches from the arguing. the best thing to do is to give each other time and space. you like heading to the park to get ice cream by the fountain, maybe walk around the city or run errands. when you get home, he's waiting on the couch, fidgeting with his fingers. coming down from his anger makes him feel really guilty, and he'll do anything to work things out.
WONWOO: an emotional brick wall when it comes to fights. deep down, he wants to talk it out, but he thinks so hard about what he wants to say that he just...doesn't say anything. you're left yelling at a blank-faced wonwoo whose eyes bore into your own, face devoid of emotions. "do you even care?" you whisper after going on a tirade that only escalated with his silence. once the anger leaves you, you're left tired, and your broken voice is what snaps him out of his stone-rigid posture. "of course i do," he says. he holds his arms out to you, trying not to be hurt at how you're eying them hesitantly. as he starts to drop them, though, you step forward into his chest. "m'sorry, didn't mean to freeze you out." let him bury his face in your shoulder and talk. his words come out stilted, like they're half-baked, but he's doing his best to explain how he's feeling, so don't jump on his word choice. his apology is messy; you spent a while talking, so it's his turn to ramble uninterrupted, and when he's done, he's quiet again to let you think. i think that no matter how closed off he seems, you can see how he feels through his hands — whether they're reaching for you or closed into fists or twisted in his clothes.
MINGYU: probably one of the quickest to anger over smaller things. you can tell he's mad when he explodes with a frustrated laugh, carding his hands through his hair in disbelief. he can barely stand to look at you, and when he does, his stance is wide, intimidating. he's tall and he's loud and he speaks with his entire body. when you two have big fights, it's like a gas leak caught fire. "i told you that it's not like that," he yells, knuckles white from how hard he's gripping the back of the couch. if he wasn't holding onto something, he'd be speaking with his hands — they'd fly out to emphasize his words, and his reach is further than he realizes sometimes. "oh, yeah?" you scoff from across the living room. you're more physically reserved, so all the delicate things are near you. "then what's it like, kim mingyu?" whew, it's serious when you use his full name like that. tbh, for you both to cool down, you need to scream until it's all out of your system because a fire without oxygen, without fuel, dies down quick. so rip to anybody nearby. the boys learn to not involve themselves. once you're both tired, you finally start looking at both sides and come to compromises. apologizes to you through food and forehead kisses.
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