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"get stuck with a handshake, baby imma need more than a hug"
warnings: fwb, breaking up?, swearing, hoseok a fuk boy, and idk
"He hasn't called you?"
"Well-"
"How long has it been? Two weeks?"
"I-"
"See bitch, I told you he was gonna fuck and fly your ass. That's what pretty boys do."
"Emilia! Please!" You shouted. Now growing aggravated with your best friend who would not even spare the option for you to voice your answers.
Yes, she was right. Absolutely no errors or mistakes. Hoseok did in fact 'fuck and fly' you. It happened last week. He's never done it before, there being countless of times he had called you just to do that one thing. At least those times he didn't ignore your calls or attempts of late night face times.
It's not like you had feelings for Hoseok. That wasn't the case. He was your best fix though, your only fix. Proven endlessly, every single time, Hoseok was the only one that could pleasure you to your full needs and beyond.
But now he was ghosting you and your wants. Not only was it unusual but it was annoying because you've never done that in the two years that you two have been messing around with one another.
Whenever he called, you were there. Stressed? You were there. Craving something? You were there. Bored out of his mind? You were there.
Yet now that you wanted him for yourself he was nowhere to be seen.
"He's such an asshole."
"He's probably just busy, Milia."
"Busy my ass. He's busy bagging other bitches. Have you even seen his instagram? That nigga is posted up with Frannie."
"You're a liar."
"No. But you're a clown. Go see it for yourself."
You huffed and closed out of the facetime to check your instagram timeline. A picture of Hoseok and Frannie popped up and was most definitely real. You sucked your teeth at the fact Emilia was right yet again.
Closing out of Instagram you sighed. "I don't like him Emilia." You grumbled.
"___, baby, the fact that you had to disclose that to me just proved that you do. You're dick whipped."
Your face twisted up in utter disgust, "Am not!"
"Are too. Now listen to me, I don't like his ass not one bit and I don't want you to either. So, confess to him and in a matter of time you'll be over him."
"That's not how it works, Milia. Feelings can't just leave because you confess. I mean, I'll confess but I'm just saying."
"Just do it."
"He wouldn't want to be with me full time anyway. Maybe he noticed I'm putting on weight." You frowned, pinching a roll through your shirt.
"Not with this shit again- when you realize that you're literally gorgeous, ___? Hoseok wouldn't have been wanting to get with you for so long if you weren't bad. Like who cares if you're putting on more weight? Just don't lose it. I'd miss my sugar lump."
You giggled about the fact you could practically hear her pout through the phone. "Thank you, Emilia. I'll call him."
"Please do." Emilia begged before hanging up.
You sighed and stared at the wall ahead of you. Thoughts swarmed your head. The last thing you wanted was to be embarrassed. What would happen if Hoseok did want to be with you? How would you take that?
His name in red on your phone screen stared right back at you; taunting you. You inhaled sharply with a squeeze of your eyes. Taking your phone back into your hand and clicking the contact.
"Here goes nothing," You whispered, pressing the phone to your ear.
It rang, and rang, and rang. You rolled your eyes and prepared to hang up on this nigga but then it connected. The faint sound of trap music and heavy breathing sounded from the other line.
"Hoseok, hello?"
"Hey baby. What's up? You okay?" He asked like you hadn't been calling his phone for the past two weeks.
"You've got to be kidding me? Hoseok why have you been ignoring me?" The sound of the music fading and a door being closed followed behind your sentence.
"Listen, I just had to get my head right. I didn't mean to upset you." He sighed.
"Head right about what?" You inquired , falling back onto your plush mattress.
"You make me feel something, ___. And I hate to admit that shit because we're just supposed to be fucking and that's all. I originally started calling you up for my own pleasure. Then I noticed your habit of how you giggle during sex, and when you pout after. I started to call you, not just for sex, but to hear you laugh, call me names, call my name, God, I love that. But that's not what I want. I don't need that right now."
His speech about how fell for you had you in the first half, made you feel all gushy and flustered. But then he finished off with that. "What do you mean?" Your ego and confidence was slowly but surely shattering. Your stomach started to churn.
"We can't do this anymore." Hoseok mumbled.
"What about me? What if I need some love, Hoseok?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this. Although, they aren't going to give it to you as good as me, baby you're gonna have to depend on someone else. I can't fuck you with the feelings I have for you."
"So, this is it?" You scoffed and sat up. Tears brimming your eyes. Over some dick, you couldn't believe yourself right now.
"Yea. I'm sorry, babe-"
You hung up on him out of anger. You should've listened to yourself about confronting him. oooo did you have some words for Emilia.
