#wonho requests

He went on and on about his job and his overstuffed bank account before taking the menu straight from your hands and passing it to the waiter, ordering your meal, and your drink for you all before you could get a word in edgewise. He chose a chicken dish that you’re allergic to and quite possibly the dryest, least appealing wine in existence to pair it with.

You don’t get the chance to tell him that before he opens his mouth once again to brag about god know’s what. You’ve tuned him out over the last several minutes, offering an ‘oh?’ and ‘mhm’ when appropriate, and even your blatant disinterest isn’t enough to get him to shut up. He doesn’t even notice that you haven’t touched your meal, nor your drink since the waiter delivered it several minutes ago.

Twirling your fork around the plate absently you begin to let your eyes wander and your gaze falls just over his shoulder where a man sits alone at another table, grinning at you when you meet his eyes. He slowly mouths, “Need help?” and quirks a brow at you, awaiting your answer.

If you thought your date was handsome, though no longer due to his shit personality, he was nothing in comparison to the beautiful man offering you a way out. His face was soft and handsome with mischievous eyes and puffy pink lips but his body looked the complete opposite. His chest was as broad as the table was wide and even through his white button-down, you could tell he was ridiculously well put together. You briefly wondered why he was dining alone in an upscale restaurant like this.

You lift your glass and subtly nod your head as if you’re simply nodding along to whatever nonsense your date is going on about now. The mystery man smiles at you and quickly signals the waiter over to pay his bill. He then stands to leave but before you can show your confusion, he taps his watch twice, winking at you on his way out.

A few minutes later you’re beginning to wonder what happened to the man when the restaurant manager comes up to the table looking supremely uncomfortable to be there. He leans down to quietly tell your date, “Excuse me sir, but I’m afraid your vehicle is being towed…”

Your date jumps out of his seat, nearly knocking the chair to the floor and storms outside in an outrage, yelling and cursing along the way as the poor man attempts to follow him out, making sure he breaks nothing in his path. It doesn’t surprise you at all that he left you sitting there alone, dumbfounded, but you look up in shock when your handsome stranger stands before you with his hand out, “How is that for a distraction?”

You break into a laugh and grab your purse before placing your hand is his, “That was you? You got his car towed?” You ask as you allow him to help you stand from your chair.

The man says nothing but offers a secret smile, “Wanna get out of here?” He asks and the word ‘yes’ falls off your tongue faster than you can blink at the stranger’s offer.

He smiles when you don’t pull your hand from his and leads you out of the restaurant and down the street, away from the chaos of your abandoned date screaming at the tow truck driver who has obviously dealt with jerks like him plenty of times judging by the way he ignores his temper tantrum. You’re pretty sure the driver smiles your way and you suspect he must be a friend of your mystery man.

“Thanks for getting me out of there,” You chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear, “I’m officially never letting my friend set me up ever again.”

“Yeah, he was awful,” He laughed while shaking his head, “Did he really bring up his three ex-wives on a first date?

You nod, still somewhat in disbelief, “Yeah. His three past marriages, four children, two houses, three cars, and his current position in the stock market. Pretty sure the dude sleeps in a full three-piece suit at night.”

The man snorts and the inelegance of it makes your heart skip a beat, “Well I have an apartment with an elderly neighbor who bakes me stuff because she thinks I don’t eat enough, a cat that bosses me around, one car that probably needs an oil change, I hate the stock market, and I sleep naked so you are getting two very different types of company tonight,” He jokes and you cackle when an old woman walking by nearly drops her bag overhearing him talk about his preferred sleep attire or lack thereof.

He ducks his head in embarrassment, scratching at the back of his neck with his free hand, “I also overshare,” He chuckles awkwardly and that’s all it takes for you to admit to yourself that you are totally smitten. So far, all you know is that he is not only good looking and charming, but he is funny too and you want to know more.

“So,” You drawl out slowly, only now slightly bashful in his presence, “Where are we headed?...” You trail off, tipping your head curiously, and he gets the hint right away.

“It’s Hoseok,” He offers and you think the name fits him quite well. “My friends call me Wonho, but I answer to either,” He chuckles, “My buddy owns a bar up the road...I was thinking we could grab a bite there if you’d like.”

“Hoseok,” You test his name out on your tongue it feels just as good as it sounds, “I’m y/n and I think a beer sounds phenomenal right about now,” You say with a cheeky grin and Wonho tosses his head back with a laugh. You try really, really hard not to stare at his exposed throat but it’s a lost cause. The man is absolutely stunning.

You’re quick to avert your eyes when he looks back at you but your excess attention is not lost on him as he offers you a wild grin, “I can make that happen.”

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