Come back to me [SOPE]

Chapter 1:

The conference hall was packed with attendees, the atmosphere buzzing with discussions. Suga sat near the front, his focus completely on the speaker, taking detailed notes. His black suit was sharp, his posture rigid, radiating professionalism. The way he handled his crystal shimmer ballpoint pen—firm, yet graceful—made even note-taking seem like an art form. His handwriting was neat and precise, just like his personality.

As the speech ended, people began exchanging pleasantries and drifting toward the tea party area. Suga lingered by a corner, engaging in small talk with a few colleagues. But as he sipped his tea, a particular figure caught his eye. His heart raced. Is it really him?

The man across the room had neatly tucked blonde hair, a smile that shrunk his eyes into crescents, showing off perfectly aligned teeth. His bright, infectious energy seemed to light up the room, standing out among the more serious, nerdy law crowd.

Someone passing by Suga called out loudly, "Ah... J-Hope! Good to see you again, man!"

Suga's suspicions were confirmed. It was J-Hope. His ex-husband.

He's changed so much, Suga thought, his heart beating a little faster. His eyes instinctively scanned J-Hope. His jawline? Sharper than a chef's knife, baby. His complexion? Glowing like he just walked out of a skincare commercial. And those rosy cheeks and the cute little pink nose? Clearly living his best life. He was far from the man Suga remembered.

He finally ditched those oversized sweatshirts, Suga noted, observing how J-Hope's suit fit snugly around his prominent shoulders and tapered waist. And that waist... looks more grabbable now. He glanced down at J-Hope's legs, longer and more defined in tailored trousers. Even his usual sneakers had been swapped for polished leather shoes.

Suga caught himself, realizing he'd been staring for far too long, mentally commenting on every detail. His eyes flicked away, his thoughts in a whirl, but the image of J-Hope lingered. The man he had left behind had transformed, and seeing him like this stirred emotions Suga wasn't sure he was ready to confront.

J-Hope had spotted Suga the moment he walked into the conference hall. In fact, Suga was the whole reason J-Hope had bothered to attend this session in the first place. This workshop on domestic violence cases wasn't even relevant to his career; his focus was corporate governance, after all. But seeing Suga again? That was worth the detour.

From the minute the speaker began, J-Hope wasn't paying attention to a single word. His eyes were locked on Suga, scanning him head to toe, analyzing every detail. His mind started narrating the observations to himself, almost smugly. He's looking so poised now... He's always had that thing about looking decent and professional, but now? Now he's taken it to the next level. And that posture...

J-Hope couldn't help but smirk. Still sitting like a pole, huh? Always trying to look taller than he is. Why does that kitty always have a complex about his height? His gaze moved up to Suga's face. Hmm, his cheeks are a little rounder now. He must've gained some weight...

J-Hope's smirk deepened. Good for him. All happy without his husband on his ass...

J-Hope maneuvered through the crowd, weaving between groups of people in the conference hall with only one destination in mind: Suga. He had been keeping his distance, watching from afar, but now he felt an irresistible pull to get closer. As he approached, just a few feet away from Suga, who was casually talking to an acquaintance, something caught his attention—a tall, well-built man standing way too close to Suga.

The man leaned in, speaking to Suga in a tone that seemed far too familiar for J-Hope's liking. Suga, ever polite but clearly uninterested, nodded politely. J-Hope's sharp eyes followed the man's movements, noticing the way he was practically leering at Suga, his gaze trailing up and down his body like a predator assessing its prey. When Suga turned slightly to chat with another colleague, the man took the opportunity to take a long, lingering look at his perfectly shaped ass.