Sweet Like Sugar // Jung Hoseok ✔

Chapter $ 27

 You waited next to Hoseok as Yoongi stood from his desk, walking confidently across the room and sitting on one cream-colored couch in the middle of the expansive office. The woman near the desk waited for him to sit, then stood, grabbing her expensive pillow and walking over to place in next to Yoongi's foot, kneeling on it again and placing her pretty head on his knee.

Well wasn't she just the perfect pet?

Bitch.

You let Hoseok lead to the matching couch opposite Yoongi, and waited for him to take a seat and make himself comfortable. In an attempt to one-up the beautiful woman who was essentially your counterpart, you kneeled while facing him. You rested your butt over your calves, knees and ankles together, keeping your hands in your lap as you kept your eyes on his face to wait for his next command.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, although he kept his demeanor cool, "You can relax , Princess," he stated softly, petting the side of your cheek as you laid your head on his knee.

"I see you have a well-trained pet," Yoongi noted, "Perhaps I should have called on you sooner, to advise me with Minyoung."

You watched a flash of irritation move over Hoseok's eyes, before he brought back his relaxed facade, "It likely wouldn't have helped," he chuckled, "Minyoung was never one to stick with anything for very long." You smiled at the dig delivered to his former Sub, nuzzling your face into his hand resting on your cheek.

"And what is the name of your current devoted?" Yoongi asked, his voice making you bristle.

Hoseok turned his face to yours, "You may answer, Princess."

Standing, you turned to face the other couple, Hoseok catching you before you could kneel to the floor again. Instead, he placed you on his lap, drawing your body to his as you sat. You answered Yoongi, but your eyes never left your Master's face.

"I am Y/N."

"Have you been with Mr. Jung for long?" Yoongi asked, trying to gain your attention.

"No," your gaze never faltered.

"You seem like a pet in love," he chuckled sarcastically, "Are you, Y/N? Are you in love with your Master?"

You looked to Hoseok, worried, only to have him nod permission for you to answer as you felt right. You continued to look him in the eyes, your own soft and vulnerable, "I worship him."

Your reward was a sweet, deep kiss. One that you felt warm you to your toes, his hand stroking your exposed neck as you hummed and sighed in satisfaction. You let yourself get lost in it, the thrum of joy in your heart undeniable. The clearing of a throat from across the way broke your euphoria.

"Well," you heard the smile in Yoongi's voice as you rested your head on Hoseok's shoulder, "I suppose that I'll have to wait to hear a real answer to that question." He clapped his hands once, abruptly, "It's time to get to work. Minyoung, the tea."

You saw the woman rise gracefully, walking to the far side of the room. Lifting your chin to rub your nose on Hoseok's neck, you spoke quietly, "May I serve you, Master?"

"Always."

You stood, adjusting your dress before making your way to where Minyoung was standing. Choosing a black tea, you filled an opulent-looking cup with hot water from the electric kettle and draped the bag into the water.

"You might not know this yet," Minyoung's voice was quiet, but brisk and snotty, "But Hobi prefers his tea weak and black at business meetings."

You paused for a brief moment, realizing that you didn't know much about Hoseok outside of the general rules of his home. You knew he had a strong sense of pride and arrogance, so it made sense that he might want to take his tea plain in the presence of others, but then you remembered the first time you made him tea, weeks ago.