Jung Hoseok Oneshots

Woman

Hoseok's POV

The waitress placed my coffee down on the mock-mahogany table, sliding a thin piece of paper suggestively in my direction. Looking up to her, she had a coy smile on her face and I smiled back at her to be polite before she walked away. Of course it was her number, she'd been flirting ever since I set foot in this cafe a week ago. But I was waiting for someone else. Someone perfect.

Dismissively glancing over the waitress's number, my head shot up as I heard the tuneful ding of the bell from someone entering. Someone perfect.

I checked the retro clock that hung on the wall opposite me, 3:15pm, right in time. Of course you were, you loved to stick to a schedule.

You.

You, y/n, were perfect. You were always living to your perfectly timed schedule that I found out about a week ago. 10am - 3pm, work, 3:15 - 4:30pm, cafe, and then you went home, with various activities sometimes added to make your day, and mine, more exciting.

It was a couple of weeks ago when I had happened to see you exit this very cafe. I couldn't tell you why you enticed me so intensely, but you did. And that was the first time I followed you home.

And as I watched you order your regular, which I of course had memorised by now, I realised the possible reasons. Maybe it was the way your eyes brightened up and the way you smiled when you talked to the waiters and waitresses. Maybe it was the way your delicate fingers fumbled hastily in your purse for your card because you didn't want the people in the queue to wait too long. Maybe it was the way your head tilted slightly, the slope of your neck looking so damn attractive, when you read the new items on the menu — but I knew that you'd always choose a pastry with raisins. 

To my surprise you didn't order any pastry today. But of course. I remember overhearing you talking to one of your best friends that you wanted to start dieting. How silly of you, my love. You are perfect the way you are. And I'm sure any man would agree—

Wait who is that?

I was too captivated by your beauty to realise that someone else had entered and had joined you at your table. A man — tall, dark and handsome as some would describe — had joined you and I'd never seen you smile so radiantly. 

I felt jealous. And when he touched your hand, softly intertwining your fingers together, the jealousy bubbled inside of me. And I'm sure if you noticed me, you would see that my eyes were green. He will have to go.

My love, you would probably call me selfish, but I don't ever want to see you with him. I'm meant for you, you don't see it yet but you will.

Whenever I watched you talk, the mere sight of the tender skin of your lips sending tingles down my body, I smiled, the coffee I ordered earlier long forgotten. But whenever I remembered that those same lips were ones that he had also seen, touched, made me angry. They were the lips that talked to him, not me. Was he the man you started dieting for, my sweet?

Yes, he will have to go.

After an hour of watching I realised that you would leave soon according to your schedule. So, like I usually did, I left before you to avoid any suspicion, and waited on the opposite side of the road so I could watch you leave and, unbeknownst to you, follow you home. 

My love, you would call this love an obsession, I know, I've heard it before. But it's different this time. I prefer to call myself a secret admirer.

You left the cafe, and unfortunately so did he, and you held hands on your way back home. My dear, I almost wished you could feel my burning gaze on you so you could look at me, not him.

And when you stood at your front door, my patience already wearing thin, you kissed him so passionately. I had always wondered what your lips felt like, tasted like. 

He's right where I should be. 

When you pulled away there was desire dripping from your expression, the hazy eyes, the lip bite. 

How I would love to bite that lip. It was a mannerism of yours that I'd never seen before. I had seen your focussed lip bite, which was just as hot, but this one ignited the fire inside of me and provoked numerous explicit thoughts.

And you invited him inside. One could only guess what you were both up to. I was left outside, burning up from my own envy and anger.

I wonder if you enjoy him touching your skin. If only you could imagine me whenever he touched you - I've only ever thought of you when the only company I had was my hand, and very recently, a picture of you in a body-hugging short dress from a night out with your friends.

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After some digging, I managed to find his phone number and invited him out for a drink, introducing myself as one of your close friends. His name was Taehyung. No wonder why you fell for him, he was very sweet and a good kid, I almost felt bad for getting rid of him afterwards. We talked about you, y/n. All your little habits, your pet peeves that I already knew about of course. 

What kind of lover would I be if I didn't know these simple things about you?

He told me you had both been going out for 3 weeks. Dear me, y/n, it had only been 3 weeks and you had already invited him into your home, into your bed. How come I'd never seen him or heard of him before?

In fact, once he was given enough alcohol, he revealed more...intimate secrets. Things that I'd only dreamt of knowing about you. Y/n, if you knew that your man talked about how good you are in bed, how divine your body is, to other men when he was under the influence of alcohol, what would you do?

It's okay, I took care of him. You don't need to worry about that anymore, your secrets are safe with me.

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The next day, you had a date with Taehyung, but you had yet to find out that he would not show up. I sat waiting at the very same cafe. You must love this cafe darling, but then again so do I. And I'm about to love it even more.

You entered the cafe, and I must admit I found it hard to keep my leg from bouncing from excitement. After sitting down at your table, you looked around expectantly, it was almost sad. You kept glancing at the door, eyes wide, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, biting your lip in worry — there was that bite lip again. Ah woman...the things you do to me.

You had waited for an hour now, disappointment and fatigue painting your face with each passing minute. He didn't show up. Of course he didn't. You don't see it now, my darling, but he wasn't good for you, for us. 

Finally, after my excitement was starting to become too much to handle, I stood up and walked over to your table and you looked up, be it a little surprised by the sudden company.

I decided it was time to live out my fantasies, to live our perfect love story.

"Hi, my name's Hoseok," I introduced myself with my smile that I've been told is very charismatic. "May I join you?"