Sweet Like Sugar // Jung Hoseok ✔

chapter $ 20

With the useful name of Jung Hoseok, you successfully made a reservation for the both of you at the Sonyeondan restaurant he had taken you before.

The day after you chose an elegant outfit. Which was ironic considering the life alternative choice you were about to make.

But... It wasn't going to change your life. Right? You thought about how you still needed to find a real job, because supporting yourself off of Hoseok's money won't be an option forever.

Shaking worrisome thoughts from your head, you texted Hoseok the directions, and took your brand new car to get there. Everything was so perfect so far, the atmosphere, the table seating.

As Hoseok walked towards you, you realized, even the man was perfect.

You already had a couple of glasses in your system. Thanks to it, your confidence level has increased about 1%.

"What's this about?" Hoseok was wearing a white suit, his brows furrow in confusion and worrisome.

"Wait, were you busy?"

"I just wrapped up a meeting with my sister and a client."

"Was it good?" Your finger circles the base of your empty wine glass.

"Stop beating around the bush Y/N."

"Okay jeez?" You held up your hands laughing quietly. "I was thinking about your offer a lot. I want to be your submissive, I'll sign the papers, I'll be yours. Okay?" You held up onto the necklace engraved with the words Hope.

Hoseok eyed you, he bit his lip to hide a smile all while releasing a sigh of relief. "I thought this was a meeting to reject my offer. I was scared for a second."

"On one condition..." You stop the man in front of you. "You can't fall in love with me."

Hoseok chuckled at your joke. "I have the same condition. Looks like we're on the same page."

You beamed at what you accomplished within the night.

"There's also more I wanted to discuss." Hoseok looked serious, but you couldn't help but notice how hot he looked despite the critical tone.

"Your ex..." He goes on to say. "I'm just curious on your relationship background."

You didn't expect that one. "My ex?"

"You mentioned one I'm pretty sure."

"It's a long story..."

"I've got time." He rested his chin on his palm waiting for you to say more.

You were around 17 years old, well 16 but your birthday was just around the corner. You considered yourself seventeen anyways though it didn't matter. You didn't do things that teenagers did, because most of the time you were stuck following your mother's will.

Studying. Working.

Your mother has always been that way, there was no changing her. However, after your father left to pursue another woman she became worse. Warning you of the horrible motives of men.

You met Charles at the library, your nose was stuck in a book doing research for your literary class when a seat pulled beside you and sat down the one and only. You didn't pay him any attention at first, yet his precense became unbareable once he began to peer over your shoulder. 

"Can I help you?" You sighed.

"You talk?" He answered. He was tall, had light brown to blonde hair... It was long, almost shoulder length and covered over his face when he pushed his head down.