Sweet Like Sugar // Jung Hoseok ✔

Chapter $ 5

Despite the wishes of both your stubbornness and your pride, you couldn't walk in those heels by yourself.  They barely looked half an inch high yet you felt like you were on damn stilts. Stumbling forward, you reached over clinging onto Hoseok's bicep which you couldn't help but notice how firm they were. 

He looked down at your fingers which were wrapped around him and smirked. "Now you want my assistance." He whispered cockily. 

You glared before digging your nails into his skin deep enough to cause a cut but he doesn't even flinch to your annoyance. 

"Jung seats for 2." He spoke with such dominance, it made you wonder how the waiter was not cowering in fear by his stance.

You both were lead to a seat on the second floor. Besides the fact that the lights were more dimmed on the second floor, it looked pretty much like downstairs. The floor was carpeted in blood red, while the walls were probably a beige color. It was hard to tell considering the lamps barely gave off any light which left the room darkened with the slightest bit of color. One whole side of the wall was exposed in a one-way glass. 

Everyone could see the setting of the sun outside. 

"What would you like?" Hoseok was already flipping through the menu.

"Huh?" 

He released a small chuckle. "You're very observant. That's cute." The man handed you an unopened menu.

"I'm not!" You opened the menu and hid your face in it to keep him from seeing your face heat up. There was a lot of options for ridiculous prices but since he was paying who cares right? Bulgogi, Ddukbokki, Sundubu-jjigae, Samgyeopsal... So much to choose from. 

The waiter arrived moments later with wine to pour in both your glasses. 

"So..." Hoseok raised an eyebrow. 

Your eyes raked the menu once more. " Bibimbap, and Japchae. Please." You closed the leather menu and handed it back the waiter.

While Hoseok ordered his food you took a sip of the alcoholic drink falling in love almost immediately with the taste. By the time he was finished, you had drunken the whole entire glass. 

"Wow." He licked his lips. "You're pretty-." 

"Intellectual." You answered. 

"Odd." Hoseok corrected with a smile. 

"Fuck you." 

"Such vulgar language for a young lady." He noted, though, he muttered it. As if he were talking more to himself than to you. "What's your name?" He said suddenly. 

"Me?" Your fore-finger pointed to your chest. 

"Yeah, you. I paid for your cleaning, bought you new clothes, I'm even buying you dinner. Don't you think I deserve to know." 

You smirked. "You're right. Especially after that beautiful dogeza apology." You sat back folding your legs. "I'm Y/N." 

"Y/N." He cocked his head to the side. You saw him repeat your name under his breath. Like he was testing out the words on his tongue. "It's beautiful." 

His words caught you off-guard. "What a smooth talker." 

"You're so fierce, yet you can't even take a compliment. Why is that?" 

"Pfft. I can so take a compliment." 

"You can?" Hoseok raised an eyebrow. You knew he was teasing you, it was obvious by the way he immediately changed the subject to "What do you do?" Before taking a sip of the red wine in his glass and pouring you another. 

The classical music playing in the background made the mood romantic. You, eating dinner with a handsome guy... You decided to tell the truth and let your cynicism rest for the night. "I don't have a specific career." You felt ashamed of yourself and couldn't meet his eyes. 

"What do you want to do?" 

You knew that he was inquiring to understand you better and talking about yourself was never easy. So you took a long gulp of the wine. 

"I'm a writer..." You explained. "Well, a journalist. I exited college with a masters in journalism. I really like writing too but because I'm not experienced in a particular subject such as traveling or food." The words came easier throughout the sentence. When Hoseok didn't answer you continued. "I had an interview but-." 

The way he had single-handedly ruined your first impression by appearance made all petty thoughts return.

"I'm sorry." He answered, probably putting two and two together. 

"It's okay. I have to pay rent soon." You downed another glass. Yet again. 

The food finally arrived and you couldn't have been happier to eat and take the tension off of you. "I forgot to bring your gray sweater." You remembered with a gasp. 

Hoseok waved his hand. "It's okay. I'm 100% positive my sister won't miss it. She has a ton others." 

It was his sisters. Not a girlfriend's like you had previously thought. Oops. 

"Do you have any other siblings?"

"No." He shook his head. "Just my sister."

The rest of the night was an unintended game of 20 questions, and you learned lots about him. Like he was sent abroad as a child to study along with his sister.

He was forced to participate in extracurriculars such as dance, vocal training, and he did rap on the side. However, he wasn't upset with all the work, in fact, it made him a 'man of many talents '. His words, not yours.

You also learned his favorite color. Green.

As much as you didn't want to like this man. You couldn't help but not hate him.

"I think you had too many to drink." Hoseok says, standing up first.

"But I'm not drunk." You shot two guns in his direction with your fingers. "I'm fine enough to go home."

The words were a lie. You weren't drunk. But you were a bit tipsy. It was apparent by the way you almost toppled upon standing up. And boy, you thought walking in heels while you were sober was hard.

"How do you get home?" Hoseok asked. "I can drive you there." He wrapped his large arm around your waist to support you. This time you didn't protest. In fact, the non-sober you loved it.

"You know my name, but you still can't know my address." You giggled.

Hoseok sighed leading you to the front after paying the waiter full in cash. "I'm taking you to mine then."

"Wait!" You tried to protest while he struggled to put you in his car. "What if you kill me? I'll let you know. Multiple people will be aware if I go missing. My best friend knows where I am right now... You can be a serial killer. I have a tracker on me."

Most of what you spat out were lies. Hopefully, he bought it though.

Hoseok laughed before shutting the passenger door and jogging to the driver's side.

Probably not.