Hoseok stumbles home in absolute disbelief. He doesn't get a wink of sleep all night and as soon as he hears the front door open, he jumps out of bed. You're not surprised to see him awake and rushing out of the bedroom. You know you have an inevitable talk coming. Hoseok can't even bear to look at you as he gestures to the couch. Instead of feeling guilty, you can feel your temper flaring. You hold it in, and wait for Hoseok to speak.

"So...when you tell me you're going to be out late. That's what you get up to." Hoseok says quietly, sadness and disappointment written all over his face.

"Yes."

He stares at you, puzzled by the lack of remorse in your voice. "You've been lying to me."

"Yes."

Your emotionless answer makes him get to his feet, shaking in anger. He towers over you, screaming, "You're not even sorry. You're disgusting. I had to learn about your late night activities from one of my friends! I was so embarrassed. Have you no shame?"

Hearing Hoseok talk about shame triggers your temper once again, and as you leap up from the couch, you shove him hard. "Why do I do it? Why don't you ask yourself that? Shame?" You shove him again. "You want to talk about shame, you ing freeloader. How much do you contribute to this household? Do you even know much the rent costs?"

You pause to take a breath and you see that Hoseok is sputtering. He's about to say something but you cut him off with another shove to his chest