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While on a date, Jiwon and Hoseok come upon Jiwon's ex-boyfriend eating dinner a few tables over, with his new girlfriend. Under any other circumstances, this wouldn't be an issue: They broke up, they're not interested, end of story. But the thing is... they broke up on good terms, and only because he was moving away. They promised each other they'd move on and left with feelings still intact. Now, it appears he's moved on just like she has with her 6-month boyfriend Hoseok (who she loves and has no intention of leaving), but the awkwardness of the situation is what leaves this date a mess.
He keeps looking at her and catching her eye and she's trying to focus on her date but he's right across from her. Basically, Hoseok gets jealous and a one-shot is born.

Genre/s: Romance, comedy, (slight, slight) angst

Appearances of other BTS members: Yoongi (ex-boyfriend), Namjoon (social receptionist), Taehyung (waiter)

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His warm touch momentarily disappeared from my palm and I halted in confusion, turning my gaze away from the neon billboard that had caught my eye. Hoseok, my best friend and comedian of all time, had hurried ahead of me and now stood at the doorway of the eat-in, an arm holding the wooden framed door wide open. I returned his bright grin.

"Quite the gentlemen, Ho," I winked at him as I breezed past. 

As always, Hosoek never failed to counter with his witty remarks. "Tradition, is it not?"

I scoffed as he bent into a bow with his hand gesturing his gratitude for my supposed compliment. I turned away from him to conceal my smile. 

"A good evening to the two of you. A table just for the couple, I presume?" I lightly smiled as I tilted my head up to meet the warm eyes of the waiter. His gold name plague - which matched his dirty blond hair - was pinned to his left pocket, and read 'Kim Namjoon'. 

"Yes," Hoseok answered for me as his arms s around my waist. "Though you might want to snag a large table for us or we'll run out of space to fulfil this one's appetite."

"Yah." I turned around in his embrace to glare at him as a loud laugh escaped from Namjoon. "I don't eat that much! You just eat puny-sized meals!" 

"Whatever you say, princess." Hoseok's eyes turned into his famous crescents as he tousled my hair. Knowing that my hair tended to stay bumpy and astray when messed with, I slapped his hand away in affectionate irritation but we've repeated this barter far too many times that Hoseok has already dropped his hand onto mine and landed a kiss on my wrist, a cheeky smile playing at his lips. I scowled and shook my head rapidly in an attempt to fix my awkward hairstyle, but left my hand in his hold. Did I mention Hoseok is also my lover? 

The waiter towering over us - well, just towering over me - grinned at our little display. "A playful couple; two seats with a large table - this way please."

The restaurant wasn't particularly popular, with only a few customers occupying vacant wooden tables and chairs. Gold booths lined the circumference of the eating area, with hanging lamps from the ceiling matching multi-coloured fairylights strewn across the area. The eat-in gave off a pleasant relaxing atmosphere, with the wooden-themed furniture and dull lights. I could always trust Hoseok to dig up the right locations for our occasional dates. 

As Hoseok and I seated ourselves at a table near the booths, I realised many of the customers were eating with one other person. It seemed that this place attracted many couples, especially on a Friday night, the typical so-called "date" night. After ordering our meals, Hoseok and I fell into small talk, customers around us long forgotten as all I could see and hear was his radiant smile and his fruity narration. 

"What would you like to eat tonight, love?" 

A husky voice shattered my Hoseok zone and I was brought back to reality, the soft hum of background music and the quiet chatter amongst the restaurant filling my ears again. I glanced over to the source of what had snapped my attention away from my boyfriend, my eyes landing on a male with bright blue hair donning a black leather jacket. Although the length of his fringe hid his eyes - which were scanning the menu - the familiarity of his pale complexion and the way he stuck out his tongue out of habit was enough for me to lose composure and stare openly at him with my jaw dropped in pure shock. Hoseok, having stopped mid-way in his story about one of his mates' ability to consume a whole pizza in just a few minutes, followed the direction of my gaze. 

As if sensing my stare, the blue-haired man suddenly looked up at me and I froze, unable to comprehend that I actually recognised his voice after all these years. I probably still would have over a phone call, if he ever thought of contacting me in the first place.

In my peripheral vision, I saw his partner slowly raise her head and stare confused, just like my partner was doing.

"Um, Jiwon?" Hoseok spoke up, not bothering to hide his perplexion.

My breath hitched at my throat when Hoseok revealed my name, and I couldn't take my eyes off of the blue-haired man. He stared back with that stoic face of his, years of lost contact hindering my ability to decipher his expression with ease. My heart started to pound achingly against my chest as the sudden picture of my arms wrapped around his waist, his around my back, and our heads leant into each other's frames, popped into my head. Memories of the wild emotions I had experienced with the man sitting at the table across from me. Memories one could not simply forget. 

"Jiwon." Hoseok's voice slammed me back into the present, and I broke my gaze away from the blinding white complexion, focusing on my current boyfriend. I then took note of how Hoseok had changed the tone of his voice from surprise to suspicion. And looking in his dark brown eyes said it all. Who is he?

I tried to smile as lightly as I could, averting my gaze momentarily as I gulped down the lump at my throat. Once I had my emotions in check, I looked back at Hoseok, whose face showed no signs of the joking mask he always wore. He didn't bother to hide his scepticism. I desperately tried to kick conversation back alive. 

"So how is Jungkook? Is he finding his new job satisfying?" 

Hoseok thinned his lip as he continued gazing at me. "Last time I contacted him, yes, he's happy."

I smiled brightly, anxious to lift the heavy atmosphere surrounding us. "That's good! He will always have our support." When Hoseok's firm gaze didn't flicker, I silently sighed and wiped the smile off my face. Later, I said with the quick movement of widening my eyes. Hoseok took a moment, then relented and spread his signature smile on his face. 

Okay, he replied with his eyes. 

When Taehyung, the waiter, came around with our meal, I made the mistake of looking past him after my exchange of thank yous, stopping right in the heated gaze of the man sitting across from Hoseok. His girlfriend - or, I assumed it was his girlfriend - was absent and I bat the thought of her excusing herself to go to the restrooms to the back of my head. The man brought his wine glass to his lips, his eyes still on me, and just as he tipped the glass up, I looked away, realising that I've been staring for far too long. I kept my eyes on my steaming plate of pasta, unable to look at Hoseok, didn't want to know whether he had caught me or not. 

He probably did, for when I looked back up, Hoseok's eyes were glinting with mischief, a small smile on his lips. He had stopped midway from cutting at his steak as he watched me stare at the man beside him. Hoseok ran his tongue on his lower lip as his smile widened into a grin, and I stared back at him, unsure of what he was about to pull off. When all of my exams are piled into one week and I spend hours and hours cramming in last-minute notes, Hoseok stares on beside me, completely stupefied at my red and yellow post-it notes, and my numerous amounts of highlighted paragraphs. Having pursued a dancing career, the slabs of physic lecture notes don't form into comprehendable elements for him, and very rarely, he would recognise a few terms or two, and this face lighted up before me right now, tells me that he had realised something, and was very proud of himself for it.

Could it be?

"Ex." He popped a piece of steak into his mouth as abruptly as it came out, and I sat there stunned, unable to twirl my fork around my meal anymore. He said it, he really did, and I wasn't sure whether to directly admit it to him right now, or continue with my meal as if he didn't say it, or quickly glance at him to see his reaction. 

My eyes trailed away from Hoseok's victorious face and stared at nothing on our table. I didn't know what to do at all, and I didn't have to make a decision, because someone, unexpectedly, was doing it for me. 

"Yes, that would be correct. I apologise, I couldn't help but notice how awfully quiet you two have gone in the past few minutes." My eyes and eyebrows shot up in shock as the blue-haired man scraped his seat back to properly turn his torso towards us. "Allow me to introduce myself: Min Yoongi, Suga if you will, although many around me prefer Yoongi." 

Slightly surprised but able to retrieve his composure, Hoseok revealed his infamous grin as he put down his cutlery and faced Yoongi, no hostility tangible. "Ah, Yoongi then. I am Jung Hoseok, and I think you know my relation with Jiwon here now."

Yoongi looked over to me and inclined his head with a smile."Yes I do. Hello Jiwon, how are you?"

Realising that I haven't spoken yet and seeing these two m