sweeter than vanilla. ┊namseok

⤹ en

[missing you : one]

"Are you still swooning over him, hun?" Jimin, Hoseok's best friend asks as the other sighs, drumming the tip of his fingers on the table they're sat at.

"Swooning in love? Fuck no... swooning in misery, hurting, though? Sadly... yes. yes, I am." Hoseok replies, sinking down in his seat as he takes a sip from his coffee.

"Babe, it's been months... Why not find another?," he sets his cup down with a clink and pushes the tongue to the inside of his cheek as his best friend went on & on about how he's still in love with someone who broke his heart.

Sure, it may seem odd for someone to still pine for someone who has hurt you so badly, but, Hoseok can't help himself. He was young & dumb—going to a party that one night & meeting his once very charming guy.

He was exquisite, very nice & tender. always had his hair tousled, and he found it cute. To top it off, he had that breathy chuckle, and his grin—oh, god, was it one of the many weaknesses Hoseok had for this man—it lit up his world.

He couldn't have been any happier when they began to go out, this guy had taken him everywhere, bought him everything, and spoiled him to the max.

("Tae, you don't have to i—"

"shush, of course, I do, baby. You mean the world to me. if I was asked what I would spend all my money on, I'd always say you,")

But everything went downhill when Taehyung was becoming weird. even though it happened a little over 4 months ago, his heart was still crushed.

He wonders how he didn't see it sooner. One night there was a date, and he was stood up. He thought he was asleep... but instead of that, he was over at some girl's house fucking them silly, while Hoseok stayed in the freezing cold, the wind biting him from the behind every now and then.

And still, till this day, he wishes he could be sitting here in the cafe with him, holding his hand, getting to rustle his hair up some more. he missed the warm cuddles, the sweet honey soft kisses. He missed that soft chuckle, that heart-rectangular grin— he missed it all.

"Hobi? Hello? Focus, will you?! Please don't spazz out," he hears the voice that's laced with worry that makes his neck snap towards it.

"Oh... right, sorry."

"Will you be home later on?" Jimin asks Hoseok as he begins to stand up, signaling his leaving. He nods his head, slinging his flower bag over his shoulder.

"Yeah.. just not now, I'm going out. But hey we can be home alone because my dad is-"

"Most likely nailing his husband on a honeymoon, yeah. What else?"

Hoseok snorts at his friend's remark and goes to throw out his cup. "Eh, maybe. But anyway, see you later, slut."

"Yeahh, yeah!! Try to find yourself a lover out there!"

"Pft. Take your own advice, jimbo."

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this is kind of like a prologue for the first chap <3