Seventeen Reaction (Hip Hop Unit): You flinch in a fight
hi hello i love your works so so much <3 can you please try and make "you flinch in a fight" for hiphop unit (svt) thank you so much!!!
A/N: Thank you so much sweetie, enjoy <3 Please note: this is all purely fictional and does not in any way reflect the boys or how they behave. They are all lovely human beings and I adore them all.
S.Coups:
The fight, as per usual, had been petty but persistent over the past few weeks. Though you had kept it inside for a while, you couldn’t help but feel like between his career and the boys you would always be someone who faded into the background behind the spotlight constantly following Seungcheol. Things had flared when he returned home later than promised, as per usual, on a night you two had scheduled a date. Suffice to say, you lost it. He barely had the chance to put his bag down before you were calling him out, wasting no time in reminding him what day it was and what he promised. Where your words ended and his begun became inseparable as your emotions spilled from your venomous tongue, weeks of pent up emotion spilling into anger beyond your control while he shot back just as spitefully, a combination of sleepiness and stress fueling the fire in his eyes. And then he did it. “WELL IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH WHY DON’T YOU JUST FIND ANOTHER BOYFRIEND” he said, now screaming at the top of his voice, stopping you in your tracks. He moved towards you, causing you to flinch away slightly, your hands rushing to cover your face. The next touch you felt was gentle, big hands moving yours from your face slowly, rubbing circles into the back of your hand as the fire in his eyes was immediately extinguished. “Baby, no, I’m so sorry. I was angry but I would never... do that” he would whisper, hands shaking as he pulled you into a tight hug, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your hair. “I know”, you said more to yourself but by the tightening in his chest you knew he heard it.
Wonwoo:
With Wonwoo fights were few and far between but they broke both of your hearts when the rare ones did occur. There would never be shouting, Wonwoo simply wasn’t the type, he would simply ignore you, the only words exchanged being blunt and absolutely necessary. This one was no different. It had been over just a silly misunderstanding but you two had been at a deadlock for weeks and you were both being too stubborn and petty to give in. It had all kicked off on a normal morning, you had gone downstairs to get some coffee like you did every morning, although on a different morning you probably would have asked him if he wanted one. But no, why should you bother? So you made your coffee and stood in your usual spot, leaning against the kitchen counter as you heard his footsteps padding down the stairs. “No, don’t worry, I didn’t want a coffee” he remarked sarcastically, walking over to the cupboard next to your head to get a mug out. He placed the mug down on the counter with a heavy thud, the clank scaring you and causing you to flinch a little where you stood. Wonwoo caught it immediately and sighed. “I hate this” he said before disappearing off to your bedroom, reappearing ten minutes later with his gym bag and a sleeveless hoodie and shorts on. “See you later” he said quietly before going to the boxing ring, punching the hell out of a dummy. By the time he had got his anger out and assured himself he could take on anyone who tried to hurt you, he returned home with flowers, an apology and all the love in the world.
Mingyu:
You and Mingyu had always been competitive, it was one of the things you bonded over as friends before you two got together. That spark of competitiveness never went away and was ever prominent in most things you did, for the better or the worse. It had all started out as just a friendly game of Mario Kart. The insults started silly, “my kart is better than your kart” sort of antics but a few races in they had escalated to somewhat more hurtful comments, on both of your parts. “God you’re so aggressive when you play this” you would tell Mingyu who would immediately get defensive. “Urm says you.” he snap back. “What’s that supposed to mean, I was only joking!” you would say, pausing the game to look at him and see his reactions. “Hilairious.” he would say simply, putting his controller down and going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You decided to follow him. “Come to have another dig have you?” he said, his insecurities, speaking for him. “What? No, Mingyu stop.” you would say, hurt somewhat. He went to walk past you but tripped slightly, banging into your shoulder a little. As he turned to look at you and reached a hand out to steady you and apologize he saw you flinch away a little. “Y/N it was an accident, I would never intentionally barge into you, let alone lay a hand on you. I love you Y/N. So much. I’m sorry I blew things so out of proportion” he’d whisper quietly, kissing your forehead and rubbing your shoulder delicately.
Vernon:
Vernon had never been one for confrontation, but they say you hurt the ones you love the most. The pressure of being in Seventeen was getting to him and when he returned home to you, he would be exhausted, stressed and snappy. You understood for the most part, you loved him and everything that came with it but sometimes you felt like an emotional punching bag for him, a way for him to vent rather than seek comfort. One day, after a particularly long day for Vernon of promotions, you decided to ask him why he always took it out on you. You sat him down and you could already tell by the look on his face that he was in no mood to be having this conversation. Tough, it was now or never. “Vernon, you know I love you but lately I’ve been feeling a bit like you only use me to vent your anger, it’s not even really like we’re together anymore, I can’t remember the last time you showed me affection-” “Oh Y/N do we have to do this now” he would say exasperated. “Yes! We do! Do you not see how upset I am?” “Do you not see how tired I am?” he would shoot back, though you couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t tired. “Screw this, I’m going to bed” he said, anger laced in his voice. He leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek and you flinched away a little. Vernon headed upstairs to the bedroom, when the door was closed his emotions came like a tidal wave, he broke down against the door with tears coming quickly and running off his chin. You heard him downstairs and ran to him immediately, knocking on the door before you saw what a state he was in. “I’m so sorry Y/N,” was all he could croak out as you cradled him on the floor, taking in the sight of your Vernon finally coming back. The Vernon you loved more than anyone.