Sweet Like Sugar // Jung Hoseok ✔

Prologue

The moment the black coffee had collided with your dress shirt. You couldn't contain the words that were about to come from your mouth.

The morning had been hectic, but to be honest, when weren't your mornings hectic? Being unemployed you had to constantly take up odd jobs to pay rent for the apartment that you had now owned yourself, due to the fact your roomate was happily married and out of your way.

That morning was your moment. At least you thought it was, finally a call back from the many many job applications you had sent out and you had little time to get to the meeting.

Until some idiot had to swoop down and soil the most expensive piece of fabric you had in your closet with a morning drink that tastes like utter crap. How people drank that everyday questioned you constantly.

"Shit!" You said, looking down at your ruined attire, trying to hopelessly wipe what you could off of yourself.

"I'm sorry." A deep male voice spoke, coming to your aid quickly. You shoved his hands off of your person before looking up to glare at the mystery man.

He was good looking, and that word itself was an understatement. His looks were the first thing you had noticed, and under any other circumstance you would've been blushing into speechlessness by his godlike features. However, this was your one chance to get a stable job and showing up to work looking like leftover breakfast was not an option.

"You!" You pointed a finger at the pleading man. "How dare you!? Do you not fucking know where your going!? Unbelievable!"

By now, you both had a bit of a crowd.

He didn't seem to shy away from the fact he had so many eyes on. In fact, he had a boastful glint playing within his pupils. "Let me pay for your dry cleaning. It's the least I could do."

You wanted to turn the jerk's offer down yet you knew there was no way you could pay to clean the outfit on your own. A scowl placed itself on your face and you finally stopped rubbing the stain away upon realizing you're only making it worse.

He pulled out his phone and pushed it in your direction. "Here. Your number."

You refrained from rolling your eyes and input your digits with a huff before shoving the device back into his direction.

"I have a sweater in my car... If you'd like. In order to cover that up " He used his large hands and gestured to the mess that happened to be you.

Again. You wanted to desperately decline out of spite but a sweater might higher your chances of getting the job. You checked your watch. "Fine. Just make it quick."

He gestured to follow him to his car which was parked proudly across the street.

Your mouth slipped open the same time your brows furrowed in confusion. His car was so... Fancy.

Cars aren't a topic you were experienced in but it definitely wasn't your average Toyota.

The sleek obsidian color was almost blinding contrasting the blood red around the rims. It was a convertible that only sat four and you narrowed your eyes. Was this man perhaps showing off?

His hands clicked the key and the car made an satisfying chirp unlocking the doors. Within seconds, he had gotten a cute gray sweater, obviously a woman's, and thrusted it in your direction.

You snatched the cloth from the mystery man without so much as a thank you. His eyes bored into your back as you slipped on the knitted material.

"What?" You snapped, not letting the fact he appeared rich faze you. The perfume that clung onto the sweater ran to your nostrils.

Holy- that smelled good.

Perhaps one of a former girlfriend. Or current one...

"You never put your name into my phone." He held up the contact number that was nameless, as well as faceless.

You sighed snatching his phone away and imputing little characters.

Checking your watch once again, you sighed. "Now if you'll excuse me. I have an interview to attend."

With that, you spun on your heels and left the man staring in your direction from behind.

Lovely little chickens, I have given this fanfic another try. Let's pray I keep it up this time...