seungcheol tries his best to keep his cool during arguments. he really does—he's used to the boys always getting on his nerves and carrying everyone's weight, so he likes to think if there's anyone he should be able to handle himself around, it should be you.
he knows it's futile to stop small arguments, but you both are somewhat playful when it comes to the petty, occassional fights. it comes to the rarer, more serious fights—much like the one you're having now—which seungcheol usually tries to prevent.
yelling in each other's faces is never what you want, but with cheol, it's often inevitable. heat flushes to your cheeks, and you can hardly even see him through the tears in your eyes—you know he doesn’t mean what he’s saying, you’re sure of it, but you can’t help but let the harsh words get to your head. it’s all catching up to you, and you’re finding it harder to bite back, harder to find the voice in your throat, harder to find it in you to say anything at all. after seungcheol’s finished with the tangent he’s on, he notices how you’ve stilled.
giving you a moment to respond, the silence gives you both a moment to let your emotions to sink in properly. after a few minutes of silence, both of calming down your breathing and tears, seungcheol will talk again. “baby i’m sorry.” you’re quiet for a moment before you take a deep breath.
“let’s talk about this in the morning,” you finally say, “i think we’ve both said enough tonight.” he nods in agreement as you turn on your heel to grab a blanket and pillow from your shared room, but he catches on quickly.
"baby no," he quickly remarks, grabbing the pillow from your arms. "what are you doing?"
"sleeping on the couch," you huff, trying to act more nonchalant than your heart allows. frustrated by his relentless grip, you tug your pillow harder. "let me go," you murmur, averting your gaze so you don't meet his pleading eyes.
"baby," he says quietly, trying to move closer. quickly, you shuffle away.
sighing, you reply, "let me go. i just want my space." seungcheol frowns.
"let me take the couch."
"no, let me go cheol."
"baby—"
"choi seungcheol, let me go now," you say so sternly that cheol almost jumps back. you soften upon catching the defeated look on his face. "your body doesn't even fit on the couch. let me ... let me take it for the night and we can talk in the morning, okay?" you say more softly this time, finally meeting his gaze.
"fine ..." he defeats, sulking off to the room as you turn away.
jeonghan
jeonghan would easily be one of calmest members in an argument, no matter how heated it seems to get. he's a bit goofy and playful at times, and will maybe press some of your buttons every now and then, but when he notices the cracks in your voice, the soft quiver in your lips, the glossing of your eyes, he learns to be very careful. careful of his words, he reactions, his actions, and mostly, he's careful with you.
he has you both at the dinner table, hands interlaced, and whenever you're talking and he notices you start talking faster, more angrily, more heated, he'll stroke a thumb over your knuckles. you're still a bit angry but how can you feel anything but endearment when he's doing everything in his power to understand you?
you really can't imagine any argument with jeonghan where you're both yelling and he says anything he regrets, just because he's be so perceptive and strict with himself about the course of your argument. sometimes though, he understands that some issues take more time to be resolved however if you even suggest the idea of you sleeping in a different room, he'll be very against it, insisting that wherever you're sleeping, he's sleeping.
joshua
arguments with joshua are, to say the least, rare. he's so good at that, you know? so good at catching your tears before they fall, so good at apologizing before a complaint even has the chance to escape your lips, so good at diffusing any situation before it gets out of hand—out of hand much like this one.
you always tell your girlfriends that shua knows you so well—that he knows you inside and out. it's in moments like these that you wonder if joshua knows just too well—and that when he's batting, he’ll be ready to strike where it hurts, throwing out words he wouldn’t imagine saying if he was in his right mind.
you aren't used to joshua like this—mean, sharp, and worst of all: cold. you’re not sure how to handle this, because as far as you know, the shua you know and love is not the same as the man frowning deeply in front of you know.
it's when he's spitting out something that you'd never in a million years think he'd ever say that you start go quiet, letting his words sink in to both of your minds. you're suddenly wiping away at your cheeks, furiously trying to get your tears to stop because you're mind is just so clouded and scrambled that you can hardly think.
"baby, i—" joshua's voice is softer the next time he speaks after realized just exactly what he's said, but you cut him off.
"i'm—" you start with a shaky breath, "—i'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight." joshua physically winces at your proposition but he also knows that he brought this upon himself, so he doesn't protest, rather collecting himself and using his time alone tonight to think about how to approach this situation the next morning. he doesn't say anything more, knowing that it'll only be poking the bear.
a/n: life falling apart, romance dead, bladee on repeat, perfect conditions to write some angsty slop
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