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Who's He? || JHS x OC

Pairing: Older Rich Jung Hoseok (28) x RA Nala Coleman (22)

Featuring: RA Jennette Brooks (22) & RA Althea Miller (21)

WC: 2.7k

Context: Jennette and Althea "Thea" catch wind of a new guy in their best friend, Nala's life. They know how reserved Nala can be when she's talking to a new guy. With good intent, the two girls just want to know who the lucky guy is. What's the harm in that? Right?

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Jennette and Althea cleaned up the empty pizza boxes from their residential event that a few students attended. Or at least that's what the girls would write on their report to their boss. Part of their duties as an RA required planning and hosting events for their residents at least once a month.

Althea came up with the idea to have a movie night in the dorm's lobby. In hopes of getting some engagement from residents. The dorm held over 300 students, and no one showed up. Even the pizza was free. Not letting the New York-style cheesy pizza go to waste, the two women chowed down on the pizza.

Jennette rubbed her stomach. "Hi peanut." Althea laughed at the pet name. Jennette gave her food baby.

"Seriously?"

"They were made with cheese and love." The two women walked into the office beside the front desk. They pulled out their own laptop and started doing their individual assignments. The office walls were decorated with safe sex, alcohol poisoning awareness, and anti-drug flyers. Flyers that the RA's were required to create. Jennette, Althea, and Nala were the only female RA's in the dorm. And the only black woman RA's at that. Naturally, the job brought the girls closer together. When you saw one, you knew the other two were nearby. They were three peas in a pod.

"Is Nala coming?"

"I thought so, I knew she was meeting with someone before coming."

"Oh." Althea ears perked up. "Is it someone we know?"

Nala walked alongside a well-dressed man on the other side of the large office window. Completely unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching her. She was on her fourth rendezvous with Hoseok. A man she was introduced to at her internship at a Public Relations Firm.

Hoseok had always been kind to Nala since her first day at the firm. He brought her Starbucks whenever he went on a coffee run, invited her to lunch with his co-workers, and offered to walk her to her car late at night. Every gesture was appreciated and got the two talking. Due to her workload, Nala barely had time to sit down and get to know Hoseok outside of her hour lunch break, which unfortunately didn't align with his. So she was spending time with him outside of the office.

Tonight, Nala and Hoseok attended a spoken word session on campus. Nala loved the arts. Especially poetry. When she wasn't working at her internship or fulfilling her RA duties, she wrote her own poems. Many were quite intimate detailing her childhood growing up in a neighborhood stained with gun violence. The most recent poem she wrote was an ode to her older brother who recently passed due to gun violence.

Hoseok on the other hand, was a patron of the arts. His apartment on the Upper West Side had lots of expensive paintings. Collections that would one day be worth millions. Many people judged his exterior, stereotyping him as just another elitist snob. Maybe it was how he dressed that gave others that perception. It often led him being limited in his platonic relationships.

Hence the reason he found Nala to be so refreshing. Someone who had similar interests and could hold a genuine conversation with him. He hoped that there would be plenty more instances down the road for him to get to know her.

"No way that's Nala?" Jennette watched in disbelief. "Look there no space between them." Jennette lifted up a singular blind watching her friend. She was dressed in a casual attire. Dark denim jeans and a light sweatshirt. Her 'Barbie' ponytail is still elegant as ever and holding up in the wind. Jennette watched Nala speak to the man beside her with a smile.

"Tell me! Tell me! What's happening?!" Althea stood behind Jennette, curious as to what their friend was doing.

"I think she's on a date."

"Date?" Althea peaked through another row of blinds. "No way!"

"Yes way!"

"I hope I didn't bore you, with the spoken word. You can be honest and say I did."

Nala and Hoseok stopped in under a street light, which was in perfect viewing for Jennette and Althea.

"I enjoyed myself tonight. Thanks to you."

Nala smiled. She was fearful that poetry would bore Hoseok as it did with her previous dates. Which is why she pushed off the idea until the fourth or fifth hangout.

"Do you write your own poems?"

"Yes, but they aren't any good. Not really of the quality we heard tonight."

"I'm sure your poems are just as good. I would love to hear them." Hoseok had a smile on his face. He didn't really care if the poems were shit or Shakespeare's quality. He didn't want tonight to be the last time that they saw each other.

Nala was blushing; Hoseok was the first person to inquire about hearing her poems. She kept the hobby so close to herself that she felt self-conscious about performing her poems.

"I'll keep that in mind." She twisted her foot.

Nala just looked into Hoseok's eyes. The attraction between them was rising the longer they stared at each other. Although neither really cared at the moment.

"I shouldn't keep you out this late. I'm sure you have an early morning."

Nala didn't want to think about her 8:30 am senior seminar that was a constant fight to stay awake in. Her professor just read off the PowerPoint, so it was a bad start to her Tuesday and Thursday mornings. The only good thing is that once that class ended, she would go to the PR firm and see Hoseok.

"I'll see you tomorrow. And lunch will be on me this time."

"Nonsense. You're in college. Save your money."

"Well, I'm going to buy you a coffee or something. I feel like I owe it to you."

"Don't worry about it. That's what friends are for."

Hoseok felt compelled to throw the word out there. He didn't want to confine himself to the domain of friendship. Not to say that he didn't want to be friends with Nala. He just hoped he didn't shoot himself in the foot. Maybe one day he could invite Nala on a date. Not as friends, but perhaps as potential lovers.

The next morning continued as it usually did. Nala woke up and got dressed for her boring seminar class. Today she was back to her preppy attire. A floral crop top blouse with flared green pants. Tan four-inch pumps to match. Image was everything to Nala. She looked good, she felt good. A few squirts of her favorite spring perfume completed the flowery lotion.

Hoseok J. notification

Nala looked down, seeing Hoseok smiling, standing in line at Dunkin. The line was easily twenty people deep. She shook her head, knowing that he wasn't going to allow her to treat him.

She hearted the picture and made her way to her class. She smiled as she past her freshman residents. Most were a little 'special' in their own right, but were sweet at heart. Many students at the school were first-generation, so many common sense things to her were sincere.

Ten feet away from her dorm, a scrawny man carrying a bouquet of flowers rushed in Nala's direction. She was careful to avoid his path as the bouquet covered in his line of sight.

"Wait are you Nala Coleman?" He spoke breathlessly.

"Whose asking?" The question sounded alot more standoffish than she wanted. It was the few things that she took away growing up. Be cautious identifying yourself to strangers. Who knows what their intention is with that information.

"These are for you. For the prettiest girl on campus. From Mr. Jung Hoe-suck."

The man handed over the flowers. Nala didn't realize how heavier they looked, compared to how effortlessly the man carried them. She didn't even have time to correct the man before he spun on his heels.

Thankfully with her heels, Nala could see over the bouquet and continued her walk to class. An undeniable smile on her face. She caught the attention of several college students, wondering who was behind the sweet gesture.

Two of those people being her good friends.

"Omg! Omg!" Althea cheesed. She started rattling off questions, Nala not even sure were to start. Jennette was too busy reading the note hanging from the plastic wrap.

"Hoseok?"

"Is that the name of the new man in your life?" Althea teased.

"Our life." Jennette corrected.

"He's not my man."

"Not yet." Althea chimed in. "He's clearly shooting his shot."

"An expensive shot. These must have cost two hundred dollars easily. He must be a trust fund kid or something."

"Well he's not in college." The statement caused both girls to jump.

"Wait. Nala, sweetie ... are you sugaring?" Althea whispered the last word, covering her mouth as if she said something scandalous.

"Thea shut up. No I'm not sugaring. And I'm trying get to class, that I'm currently late to."

"Oh who cares. Not like you even enjoy that class anyway." Jennette quipped in.

"This is clearly an emergency." Jennette looked towards Althea. She shrugged in agreement. "Clearly." The girls sandwiched Nala in the middle before walking in the opposite direction of where were seminar class was located.

Deep down, Nala just smiled and willingly walked with her friends.

"Tell us everything now." The girls reached their favorite spot on campus. The Student Union. There was always some tabeling or food promotion occurring in the five-story building. Scents of food always lingered, which is why the girls loved it so much. They sat in the food court-style room, munching on fruit parfait.

"There's not even much to say. He's just a guy at my internship that I hang out with sometimes after work."

"Is that what you were doing last night"

"How'd you know?"

"We watched you." Jennette said casually. Not caring that she admitted to stalking her friend. "Yall were standing in front of the office window."

Nala wanted to smack herself on the forehead.

"I found his Instagram." Thea revealed, leaning over to show Jennette. They swiped their finger, making internal judgments on Hoseok's public page. Nala bit her bottom lip, anxiously wanting to see the Instagram page.

"He's quite handsome, Nala." Jennette decided. "I approve."

"Much better than that computer science dude you crushed on."

"Aht Aht Aht. We promised to never speak of his existence."

"What was name, like Char-"

Like a child, Nala covered her ears. Embarrassment crept up her skin if her friends mentioned the previous man she dated and crushed on. He was six-four three hundred pounds with a full beard. A beard that connected! He had the prettiest hazel eye. He was hot, but, unfortunately was three years Nala's junior. She damn near cried upon learning that the 6'4 hunk was a freshman. She blocked him and hasn't spoken to him since.

"I gotta go if yall are just going to reveal all my secrets." Nala excused herself from the table. She would need to report to her internship in forty minutes anyway. And with how crazy parking can be in the city, she needed to leave now to get good parking.

"Catch yall later."

"Byeeee." Her friends waved goodbye in unison.

Nala found a decent parking spot in the firm's parking garage. She ran on two wheels, trying to catch the slowly closing elevator. Her morning huddle would start in ten minutes and it would take her forever in these heels to go up eleven flights of stairs.

"No-" She squeaked out, cursing internally at the closed silver doors.

"Just it time," Hoseok spoke out from within the elevator. His ring-decored hand, caused the walls of the elevator to separate.

Hoseok handed Nala her go-to Dunkin drink: Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew. Nala hummed, loving the vanilla taste on her tongue.

"Thank you." The elevator closed, carrying the two to the eleventh floor. This was the floor where interns and part-time staff were located. Hoseok who had been with the company for five years was on the twelfth floor, dealing with the more financial and accounting aspects. It was a quiet floor, and not as lively as the floor below.

"I'm treating you to lunch."

"Nala that's not-"

"AND you're going to accept it. No ifs buts about it." Nala gave a stern finger to Hoseok. He put his hands up in a surrender motion. He liked how feisty Nala was acting right now. Did she realize that when she got worked up, she spoke faster? Or that she spoke with her right hand more than her left. Hoseok did.

In five months that Nala had been working at the firm, Hoseok started paying more attention to those working on the eleventh floor. Who was the beauty sporting the ginger-colored cornrows? The whispy baby hairs, to match. And the distinct toffee-brown freckles across the bridge of her nose. Nala stood out on her look alone. The public relations firm was mostly Korean, with a few white and non-Korean workers. Despite not being dark complexion-wise, Nala was the only black woman in the firm.

Hoseok was drawn in by other factors besides her physical features. Her fashion always caught his attention. The preppy, 'old money' aesthetic complimented her well. She always looked put together with a tube of clear lip gloss in her hand. Constantly reapplying a layer throughout the day.

"Hoseok? You with me?" Nala waved her hand in front of his face. She stood out of the elevator with her head slightly cocked to the side. Hoseok realized that the reason the elevator had stopped is that he had yet to push a button for which floor he wanted to go to. So he stood in front of the 11th floor, a little dazed.

"Yeah, just got lost in thought for a moment." He pressed the twelfth button, before pulling away his tight button up away from his undershirt. His core temperature rising.

"One o'clock."

"One o'clock," Hoseok confirmed their usual time for lunch. And the elevator door closed.

Jennette Brooks and Althea Miller had officially signed their death certificate. Nala watched her two friends duck behind cars parked on the street. She was currently on a lunch date with Hoseok. She was treating him to a taco truck that she knew sold delicious birria tacos. They were sitting at a picnic table enjoying each other's company (per usual) when she heard Althea's undeniable Louisiana accent. Discreetly looking around, she noticed her friends about fifteen feet from the food truck.

"Nala everything okay?"

"Huh?"

"You're like squeezing all of your toppings out of your taco." The juice from the ground beef was running down Nala's hand.

Now she could hear Jennette's southern twang. The two girls were bickering behind a rustic truck and their voices were only getting louder. "Oh gosh." She wiped her hand with a napkin.

Think. Think. Think.

"What do you think?"

"It's so flavorful. I wish I tried this sooner, but then I would probably go over budget for my eating out budget."

"You are an accountant I'm sure you can manage. That's why they pay you the big bucks."

"Jennette, move your big ass head. I can't see." An electric current shot up Nala's spine. It was hard for her to maintain her smile with Hosoek and plan how she would kill her friends. If they embarrassed her with their foolishness, she would never be able to look at Hoseok again.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Anything," Nala responded faster than she probably should have.

"A good friend of mine is teaching a Salsa class and offered me a free class. I was wondering if you would like to take the class with me."

"Oh Hoseok I would love too, but I have zero coordination." Nala laughed.

"Did he ask her to dance? Oh god."

"Shut up! They can probably hear you. You're so loud."

Hoseok turned his head in the direction of Jennette and Althea's voices. Confusion was growing on his face. His face said it all.

"Actually, you know what, I would love to take that class with you." Nala stood up, causing Hoseok to pack his food and stand up.

"I'll scoop you up tonight then?"

"It's a date!" She walked shoulder to shoulder with Hoseok, looking behind her to see Jennette and Althea standing at their full height. The flashlight on both phones was on, and they both had a lip curl of the Grinch on their face.

"I. Hate. You. Both." Nala mouthed before giving them the bird and walking away with Hoseok.

Jennette and Althea blew kisses at Nala, smiling and laughing.

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A/N: this may or may not have been me and my friends.

AHHHHHH my first Hobi fic <3