*warning: slight women objectification, social class degradation*

"Hoseok, did you hear me?"

Hoseok blinked twice at the shrilly sound of the woman's voice. He smiled wanly at her remark, clearing his throat loudly. He leaned forward, just enough to where he knew the woman— who he had already forgotten the name of— would react.

See, Hoseok knew the female body's ways— and this woman in front of him was just like the rest.

What a bore, Hoseok thought to himself as the woman began blushing uncontrollably. He gave her a wink before settling into his seat.

"My apologies, I was entranced by your beauty that I failed to notice your words," he answered smoothly, a coy smirk playing at his lips. "Has anyone ever told you, you're beautiful?"

"W-well," she stammered. "No one meant it."

Hoseok hummed lowly. "What a shame. I guess no one recognizes it. How could they not? Chestnut colored hair, mesmerizing hazel eyes, complimenting your round face. Lips, with just the perfect amount of fullness. A gorgeous violet dress, hugging every curve of your body with ease. Miss Seri, you are a sight for sore eyes."

If he would have told any other woman that, Hoseok would have gotten an uncomfortable look, but a woman like the woman Seri was, well, those types of words only serve to increase her ego, making her feel on top of the world. It didn't help that Hoseok was bribed to go on this date with her, meaning she had already expressed interest. All Hoseok was doing was playing the right buttons, mostly in hopes of forgetting about his mysterious stranger.

Who wouldn't, knowing how rich, handsome, and available Jung Hoseok was?

"Good evening, my name is Choi Jihoon. I'll be your waiter for today."

Hoseok's ears perked up at the soft, yet creamy voice, heart skipping a beat in his chest. He looked up to see a familiar red-head gazing coolly at them. If Jihoon had recognized Hoseok, he made no move to show it. Instead, he continued his job, silently recording everything Hoseok and Seri listed.

You know what, maybe fate is on my side after all.

Hoseok had to admit; he'd never seen anyone look as good as Jihoon did in a waiter outfit. Maybe it was because he'd never bothered to check out the waiters thoroughly, or perhaps it was because none of the waiters had been Choi Jihoon. Hoseok was willing to bet it was the latter.

Jihoon came in timely, making sure that Hoseok and Seri had gotten everything they requested. Seri had already caught on that Jihoon had sparked an interest in Hoseok because every time he came into view, her expression soured, and she promptly had him running constant errands. Of course, she didn't know the history between the two, nor would she, not unless Hoseok said something.

"The food was amazing." Seri smiled. "Though I've got to ask, are waiters normally this involved?"

Hoseok shrugged. "Our waiter probably needs the tips. You know how it goes with minimum wage jobs. The more tips, the better off they are. I'm not complaining, though; our waiter gave us wonderful service."

Seri frowned. "I didn't like the way the waiter was looking at you."

"The way he was looking at me?"

I've been watching him all night; he hasn't shown an ounce of interest in me; what in the hell is this woman talking about?

She shifted uncomfortably. "There was something oddly possessive if I could say, of the way he'd look at you. It wasn't too often, but I studied the language of human behavior, so it's easy for me to pick up these things. Almost as if you were his prey of sorts."

"You're starting to sound delusional," Hoseok responded, cocking his head slightly to the side. "I doubt the waiter was looking at me in such a way. It wouldn't make sense."

Before Seri could say anything else, Jihoon appeared, balancing a mixture of plates and drinks while also holding the bill for Hoseok. He set the food down on the other tables before walking to Hoseok's table.

"Here's your bill, sir."

In the process of Jihoon handing the little book, he accidentally stumbled, drenching Hoseok in water. Seri let out an audible gasp, while Hoseok merely blinked at the sudden contact of cold water on him. Jihoon's eyes widened, and he immediately let out a flurry of apologies.

"You insolent waiter!" Seri hissed. "Look at what you did to my Hoseok! His outfit costs more than what you'll ever make, you know. What is wrong with you?"

"I-i'm sorry, it was an accident, I didn't mean—" Jihoon began, shrinking away slightly. That action only fueled Seri's power, as she construed the power dynamic between the two, making it known who had the real power in the situation.

"You should be ashamed of yourself for the mess you've caused." Seri shot back. "I could have you lose your job for this. In no way should you be disrespecting someone higher than you like this, you mongrel."

"Seri, there's no need for that." Hoseok retorted, rather coldly. "It's just water. No harm, no foul."

"I truly am sorry, sir," Jihoon bowed, "If you follow me, there's a place where we can dry your clothes."

Hoseok nodded. "I would like that, thank you."

"But Hoseok—"

"Seri, it was an accident. It's fine." Hoseok waved her off. "Frankly, I don't quite like the attitude of yours. It would help if you weren't shaming someone for their job. Humble yourself. It would be best if you headed home, Seri. I'll keep in touch."

Seri's eyes drifted from Hoseok to Jihoon's and back. Knowing that making more fuss would only cause Hoseok to stray away from her more, she packed her things, nodding at him. She walked up to him, pecking his lips before smiling brightly.

"I'll see you soon."

Hoseok followed Jihoon silently, ignoring others' stares as he was clearly wet— and not in a good way. It wasn't until Hoseok heard the door close that he finally turned towards Jihoon, whose attitude had changed completely.

"I was wondering when that bitch was going to leave." Jihoon drawled, making sure to lock the door. "I didn't think I'd have to resort to the measures I took."

"You could have just asked me to accompany you somewhere," Hoseok smirked, wrapping his arms around Jihoon. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."

"About you?" Jihoon hummed, his hand already knotting itself in Hoseok's hair. "Never."

Hoseok's eyes fluttered closed as he felt Jihoon's soft lips on his. The tying in his stomach dissolved, replaced by insatiate hunger and need. Jihoon's lips moved tantalizingly slow against Hoseok's, so much so that Hoseok nearly groaned in frustration.

"Does my Hoseok not want to take it slow?" Jihoon mocked, pulling away from him. "I have to admit; I'm hurt that you've already found someone else to mess around with. I thought what we had was special, baby."

There was something in how Jihoon said 'my Hoseok' and 'baby' that suddenly had Hoseok riled up. While he didn't like those words coming out others' mouths, the way Jihoon said it made it sound like Hoseok's new favorite phrases. When it came out of Jihoon's mouth, it felt right. Hoseok couldn't explain it well, nor did he want to put an explanation on it. He just knew that he enjoyed it, way more than he should have.

"You know no one can ever replace you." Hoseok murmured, caressing Jihoon's cheek.

"Mm, but I heard you muttering all those compliments to...Seri, was it?" Jihoon answered innocently. "How she had beautiful chestnut hair, appealing hazel eyes, round face, full lips, good body. It sounds to me like you appreciated someone else, Hoseok. I'm not too fond of that."

"Is that jealousy I hear?" Hoseok smirked. Jihoon's eyes narrowed at the question, though he said nothing. "I just pointed out her characteristics. It doesn't hurt to look."

"Ah, but you let her kiss you." Jihoon's grip on Hoseok tightened. "I don't like that, Hoseok. I don't particularly appreciate knowing that someone else's lips were on yours, especially not a self-entitled, daddy's money, skank like her."

Hoseok chuckled. "Skank? Where'd you get that from?"

"You can see that bitch opens her fucking legs for any man a mile away." Jihoon scoffed. "Either way, why would you want someone like her, when you could have someone like me?"

Jihoon crashed their lips together this time, with enough force that had Hoseok stumbling back a few steps. Hoseok could taste the frustration and underlying anger in Jihoon's lips as Jihoon sucked on Hoseok's lips, biting harshly on his bottom lip. Hoseok could feel Jihoon's fingers gripping his hair tightly, hear as a low sound emitted from the back of his throat, lips parting to let Jihoon's tongue in.

A shiver passed through Hoseok's spine at the sensation of Jihoon's tongue, exploring his mouth. He hadn't expected Jihoon to get so upfront with him, especially not in an environment where Jihoon could lose his job. Though Hoseok usually wasn't the type to let anyone dominate him, he had to admit, Jihoon taking over like this was kind of hot, and if he were more honest with himself, it was turning him on.

"You like that, don't you?" Jihoon's eyes flashed as he pulled away breathlessly. Hoseok's eyes were unnaturally wide as Jihoon made his remark. Slowly, Hoseok's fingers went up to his lips, which were already swollen. He could faintly taste blood on his lips, courtesy of Jihoon's actions, though he didn't mind.

"What were you going to do after dinner, huh?" Jihoon grabbed the collar of Hoseok's shirt. "Were you going to fuck that spoiled whore into oblivion? Moan her name as she's under you, sweating, panting like a fucking animal, begging for more? You would have enjoyed that, wouldn't you?"

"Fate led us to where we are, Jihoon," Hoseok smirked. "I didn't even do anything to her. Imagine if I had. I wonder how insanely jealous you be."

Jihoon smirked. "It isn't jealousy, baby."

"Then what is it?" Hoseok pushed Jihoon gently against the locked door. Their gazes never left each other's as Hoseok leaned in closer, to the point where they could feel each other's breaths on their faces.

"I know someone like her wouldn't be able to please someone like you." Jihoon traced Hoseok's jawline. "Someone like her, mundane, like every other bitch out there. Me, on the other hand? Nothing like them."

He continued to let his finger trail down Hoseok's neck, brushing against his collar, and exploring any open, exposed crevice he could find.

"Only thing is when I want something, and I get it, sharing is the last thing on my mind." Jihoon's voice lowered an octave. "Fate brought us together. I told you we'd find each other again, didn't we? Now, here we are, in each other's arms."

"Quite the charmer, aren't you?" Hoseok murmured, kissing Jihoon's lips softly. After a few moments, they pulled apart, Jihoon's smirk returning, eyes hardening with resolve.

"I'm a very selfish person, Jung Hoseok. I'll be damned if I let another woman or man touch and have a piece of what's mine."

a/n: social class degradation to me in this context means the social power standing between seri and jihoon [yoongi]. pretty much seri was shaming him for having a job as a waiter as opposed to her, a rich socialite.

REMEMBER JIHOON IS YOONGI! (just a little clarification just in case you were confused).

anygays, thank you for reading! i'm heading off to sleep now 😍😍🧍🏻‍♀️

(also alaska's genuinely concerned as to why i'm up so late WHOOPS)