➱Restaurant

@‡ Hoseok "I guess", Meto chuckled and grinned at the other. He was outright staring at him, waiting for him to pass his verdict. And when it came, the Japanese smirked, took a sip of his water and then set the glass back down with a happy hum. A moment of silence passed between them while Meto, who was still smiling to himself, considered what to say. Then, he looked up and leaned forward, one elbow on the table. "Let me tell you a little more about myself, and then it's your turn. Deal?" Meto didn't wait for him to agree, and directly continued to speak: "Meto isn't my real name, but it basically is at this point. Born and raised in Tokyo. I came to Korea when I was 16. Hm... I... dropped out of middle school.", he grimaced at that. Now, years later, he was ashamed of his lack of formal education. "I was raised by my mom, who's still a dominatrix in Tokyo. So I literally grew up around, well, . Hm... what else... well, you know that one thing already", he mumbled, referring to his past marriage, "and... hm.. yeah, that should do it for now. Your turn!"

@† Meto "The bathrooms?" He echoes the words in momentary confusion, but slowly the tone of your voice and the look in your eyes helps the pieces click together and he has to quickly take another sip of water to distract himself. However, it only ends up going down the wrong pipe at the words that you spoke next. He was pretty sure he was going to die, if not from actually choking on water, then from embarrassment or worse. He was very much used to overly polite company would wouldn't even think about let alone talk about it in a crowded restaurant. Luckily no one was paying them any kind of attention, other than when he'd tried to kill himself a few moments earlier with the water. His face was still on fire though and he cleared his throat as he set his glass safely down.

"That sounds more like a dessert thing, doesn't it?" He asked when he could finally speak again, his voice slightly rough from coughing so much. He was not about to crawl under the table in a place this populated, and he wasn't sure how he felt about the bathrooms. He was sure they were okay enough, it wasn't like it would take all the long. "I suppose they probably do keep the bathrooms here clean..." It was reluctant agreement, but it was agreement. He was a bit outside his comfort zone, but he was willing to give it a try. He had done far worse things within the relative safety of the club's walls.

@‡ Hoseok You have clearly anticipated my next move and when my foot does not hit you, a mix of embarrassment and anger flashes across my face. You quirk a brow and I growl under my breath. I'm ready to overturn the table and get that hit I've decided you now owe me, but... I don't. I put the fork back down, I don't know when I grabbed it, breathe out slowly and think to myself that I will cash in on this debt you owe me later. Aah.. and I'm going to make sure it hurts.

I smile at you and prop my chin up on one hand while you order. "Hm." I just hum, the same smile on my face, and look at you. Yes. I am still feeling salty about not being able to kick you. You finish speaking and I take my time jumping in to fill the silence. A full ten seconds later I swipe my pierced tongue over my equally pierced lips and part them to speak. "I don't come to places like this often either. I bet the bathrooms are nice though." The second sentence might seem like a passing thought, but it is most definitely not. And if you can read the twinkle in my eyes you should know I'm going to be bringing those bathrooms up again.

Then, I lean back and take a sip of my water. "So, we're sort of celebrating my birthday, right? Where's my treat?", I ask, feeling like the embodiment of shamelessness. "I'm expecting a at the least. This fancy food ain't gonna cut it, mr baby surgeon."

@† Meto By that point he had been expecting something, and he was certainly not stupid enough to assume you wouldn't try something. So when he noticed you shifting he made sure to move his legs out of the way and was rewarded with the 'thud' of your shoe connecting with the booth he was sitting on. He slowly raised an amused eyebrow, shaking his head but deciding not to comment on that because he probably deserved it for making that comment to begin with. He didn't mind bruises once in a while, but he did not want to be limping out of the restaurant if he could avoid it.

Shifting his attention back to the menu again just briefly until you wave over the waiter and he hands them the menu as he relays his order and what wine he wants. Thanking them with a smile before he shifts his focus back to you. "I have no idea what you ordered, but I'm sure it will be amazing. I don't come here all that often, I don't usually have time or a reason to. I'm not much of the 'treat yourself' type." Sighing he takes a sip from his water and ran his thumb through the condensation as he sifted through his thoughts. He didn't really spend enough time with friends to know how casual interactions should go. The most socializing he got was at work or the club and neither environment was really 'normal'.

@‡ Hoseok "Oh?" I look over the menu at you in genuine surprise. Then, my lips pull into a sneer. "Now I feel bad, for disappointing... good to know." I hum to myself softly, amused. For a moment, I consider giving you that kick now, as a.... reward? for not minding if I did hurt you. Then, I decide it's an odd thing to reward you for, so I kick you hard in the shin for a much better reason: To see how you'll take it. I didn't hold back at all, and the whole time a soft, clueless smile rests on my lips.

I flip through the menu as you mention the dishes you like. "Damn." - 'That sounds fancy as .', I think to myself. I'm in awe that carbonara and lobster are combined anywhere, not to mention oysters. What are oysters again? Something with a shell... clams? Eh, probably a fancier word for clam. I purse my lips in thought, completely at a loss as to what to take until I spot a few key words that spark my interest. "Hmmm.... okay, I know what I'm getting." Since you sounded pretty sure about what you want yourself, I raise my hand and wave at a waiter. They arrive and I point at what I want in the menu. "This buffalo thing, aand..", I flip to another page, "that one." I glance at you, intending to signal for you to order now, but then I change my mind. "Oh! And wine." If you're getting wine, I want wine too. "Whatever you recommend." I've ordered bufallo mozzarella, and osso buco alla milanese, because... 'bufallo' sounded cool, and the other one has rice. Well, risotto, but I like risotto. It's just flavoured rice, right? Little do I know, it's not the risotto that will be stealing the show but the tender, fall-apart-in-your-mouth meat it'll come with.

@† Meto "I'm shocked you didn't to be honest, I was expecting it." He admitted, he had been braced for some kind of painful retaliation to his teasing remark. He remembered enough late nights spent talking that he had more than expected to walk out with a few bruises. It was a small price to pay though, and a sacrifice he'd already been willing to make, just like the clothes he was wearing. Collateral damage, nothing that couldn't be easily replaced. The bruises would heal, he wasn't worried. Maybe he should have been, but was it really any worse than living every day on autopilot? He could think of very few things that could be worse than that.

"The lobster carbonara is my favorite, I'll probably pair it with a nice white wine and the garlic oysters are delicious, but I think I'm learning more towards the stuffed mushrooms." Scanning over the men again he nodded slowly, everything was amazing and they had so many different options, but he tended to prefer his favorites. He was treating himself anyway, so why not get what he knew he would enjoy most? "You really can't go wrong with anything on their menu though, and if you can't decide the chef special is always excellent. I've never been disappointed with it."

@‡ Hoseok My glare darkens when you describe me as adorable, this time directed straight at you rather than the menu. It's a pure reflex, as is my leg that swings out to kick your shin with force. For a split second, it's taken over: my habit of immediately lashing out when I'm called cute, adorable, or anything of the like. Then, just as quickly my conscious mind kicks in. My eyes widen and I pull my leg back before it can make contact with yours. I reach up and pretend to fish a lash out of my lower lash line. "Got something in my eye...", I mumble, a spontaneous excuse I'm quite proud of. Internally, I'm shocked I reacted so strongly to what you'd said. The past months I would just smile awkwardly at... compliments...?... of that sort. Maybe... maybe, I guess, feeling more like myself lately is also bringing back other parts of me. The thought makes me uncomfortable, but then again... at least I feel alive again, like the world has colour. Before, recently, the past months, I've been a lot more mellow, patient and open to casual shows of physical affection. But, I also felt like I was living in a grey desert, barely breathing and each smile being more of a... muscle exercise than an expression of joy. I guess me almost bruising your shin is an okay price to pay for not feeling like that anymore. I chuckle at the thought and look at you with a smirk, lowering my hand from my eye. "I almost kicked you in the shin for that, saying I had an adorable side."

Of course, I heard everything else you said, I'm just... still digesting it. My brain is still processing. I pick up the menu and hold it up to hide my smile. The words 'good to know' are itching to roll off my tongue, but they just... won't. "What are you getting?", I ask casually, my tone just a touch happier than neutral.

@† Meto He was quickly learning that spending any amount of time with you was always going to be an emotional roller coaster. Which wasn't a bad thing, it was just different. He could only imagine what his gossip driven co-workers would think if they saw him like this. He was sure they would have a million opinions that they would squawk about for weeks. At one point he'd thought that would bother him, but anymore it just didn't. He spent so much of his time just working and burning himself out, at least when he was at the club it was like he was shocked into living in that moment. It was the same sensation he got when you spoke and admitted to enjoying bullying him. It was surprising, but he found himself smiling at it and at how cute you actually were when he could see you were trying.

"I didn't know you had an adorable side." He teased lightly, picking up his own menu to look it over. "It's okay you know, even if your intentions hadn't been innocent. I didn't invite you here because I expect you to act like a saint. I wanted to spend time with you, I like you. Just the way you are. If I didn't I wouldn't have bothered going back to the club."

@‡ Hoseok I'm feeding off your reactions, the silence, your face, the look in your eyes, it fuels the sadist inside me that wants to see you squirm. I'm a little disappointed when I feel your hand on my foot, but I don't resist when you push it down. It's for the best. 'You're here to eat, and talk, Meto', I remind myself. I draw my foot back to me and cross my legs with a playful grin. A light laugh spills out of me. "Sorry, sorry..," I chuckle, "I couldn't help myself... you're so much fun to tease~!"

I clear my throat and, in an attempt to clear my own dirty thoughts, grab the menu on my side of the table. My eyes are scanning the text, and I'm humming softly, but I'm not actually reading anything. After a pause, I lower it slightly and look at you. "Just so you know...", I start slowly, "I came here with innocent intentions." I nod for emphasis and bat my lashes at you, which in hindsight, I realise could lead you to mistake my words for sarcasm. - '' - "It's not my fault you make me want to bully you." - 'Wow, Meto. Full marks.' - Annoyed at myself for butchering what was supposed to be me assuring you that I don't just see you as a toy to mess with, I glare at the menu.

@† Meto He was mentally cursing himself for not expecting things to go exactly the way they are suddenly going. He was so used to anything even remotely ual staying at the club. It was neat separation in his life that he had held on to for some reason, maybe because he was used to his life being just work and then occasionally the club. He hadn't done something social like this since the last time he was out with you and that other guy. Looking back he realized how pathetic that probably was, but he got easily swept up in work, which was evident by the way he just left the club without a word for a while.

He was jolted back into the moment by the feeling of your foot traveling up his leg, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at you. Not sure if he wanted to push your foot away or let it happen. He was too frozen in shock to do much, but he couldn't stop the shiver that went through him when you called him a . He didn't even vocalize a response because he knew that if he opened his mouth it wouldn't be a coherent word that came out. So he did the smart thing and kept it shut, even though his face was on fire and he was pretty sure he was going to combust. Which would have been a really ty way to go.

His hand finally caught your foot just before it could make contact between his legs. Not so much because he didn't want you to, but more out of a delayed self-preservation instinct. They hadn't even ordered food yet, it was way too early for him to turn into a useless puddle. "I have a feeling it's not your hands I should be worried about." He said, his voice sounding slightly strained even to his own ears and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he gently pushed your foot back down. "I guess I'm glad to know you're so authentic. Just give me a minute to catch up, before you kill me."

@‡ Hoseok I smile fondly at the blush that spreads across your cheeks, although my soft expression soon morphs into a mocking smirk. "Mhm, so I've heard...", I respond slowly. I noticed the look on your face when I first appeared in front of you and it filled me with smug pride bordering on shameless arrogance. I can feel it in my bones. I'm going to be pushing some boundaries tonight, testing just how far I can let myself go with you before risking you running off. I know I have a bad habit of going too far sometimes, I just hope I'm able to recognise your limit before it's too late.

"Oh?" My brows shoot up at your question. I rest my elbows on the table and lean forward. I slide a foot forward under the table and gently bring it up against your calf in a slow, caressing movement. The expression on my face is one of perfect ignorance. "A private room? What kind of dirty thoughts are you having, Hoseok?" I bring my foot up to your thigh. "You don't want me to keep my hands to myself, do you?" I click my tongue and lean forward a little more, lowering my voice to a whisper, "What a !" I'm careful that no tables around us overhear these words.

I lean back in my seat, a playful but innocent smile tugging at my red lips. My elbows slip from the table and I fold my hands in my lap. I'm pressing my foot between your legs, aiming to put pressure on your crotch although if you chose to, you could easily stop me. "Too bad. I'm just here to have dinner. It'll be hard", I sigh a little dramatically, "but I'll keep my hands off of you." For now, I think to myself, but I don't say that out loud. "I hope you aren't too disappointed?" The long tablecloths that cover the sides of each table perfectly mask the movement of my leg.

@† Meto He had really made an effort not to imagine what you might wear to the restaurant, because everything from scandalous to mildly risqué had flashed across his mind and he had quickly realized what a dangerous train of thought that was. He avoided thinking about it so hard that when he did finally see you he couldn't hide his reaction. You looked stunning, though you always did, and it brought a slight blush to his cheek that only grew darker when you actually reached over and ed another button his shirt. His brain blanking for a solid three seconds as he stared and by the time it restarted he was sure he resembled a tomato. "I-- um, it's a good restaurant." He finished lamely, feeling like a fumbling idiot but he'd kind of been prepared for that at least. He was always a bit of a fumbling idiot in situations like this.

"Should I have booked a private room?" The private rooms were a little more pricey than he would usually allow himself, not that he couldn't afford that once in a while, but who did he have to spend money on? Only himself, and he didn't have very fancy tastes for the most part. He might spoil himself once in a while, but his bank account was never stretched and he always had more than he could really spend. "Do you want me to ask for one?" He asked, a bit worried that you weren't going to be comfortable out in the open, his mind completely overlooking what you were actually implying with your last statement. But when the words finally caught up with him he blushed and even fiercer red. "Ooh, ah-- right. Um, maybe a private room then...."

@‡ Hoseok To Meto's surprise, Hoseok was already here! Then, as he stepped into the empty elevator, he wondered why that surprised him. Did he arrive a lot earlier? Was Meto late? A quick glance at his phone showed that yes, he was a few minutes late. 'Eh. Whatever.' Meto pursed his lips and gave a final cursory look at himself in the elevator's reflective wall. Just before the elevator doors opened, Meto slipped off his jacket. Walking into the restaurant, the first thing he noticed was that it was as beautiful as the pictures online had promised. The second thing he noticed, was that the employee did not even bat an eye at how he was dressed. The Japanese smiled at that, quite pleased with himself. Clearly putting lots of thought into how he'd look paid off. Or... the staff was just well-trained.

Upon saying he was here with Hoseok, the host guided him to the right table. On the way, Meto got several 'discreet' glances from other guests, which brought another smile to his lips. 'Ah that's right, this feels more normal.' He didn't mind in the slightest. Part of the fun of dressing the way he did, was the looks he'd get out in public. Today... he'd just wanted to fit in a little. Hoseok didn't need a colleague seeing him with Meto in more revealing clothing. Once at the table, the host quickly departed and Meto dropped into the seat opposite Hoseok with a grin. "Hi~"

Slowly, he dragged his gaze over what was visible of the other man, and then hummed in appreciation. "You look nice." Then, as if remembering something, he leaned forward slightly. "Ah... you forgot something there, let me help you with that..." Meto leaned over the table and popped open an extra button on the other's shirt. "There you go. You're welcome." Was the Japanese slightly concerned Hoseok would be put off by his action? Of course. Why did he do it anyway? Because... just because. Settling into his seat with a comfortable smile, he looked at the other as he twisted his water glass by its stem. Looking at Hoseok, Meto was relieved he had never actually gone shopping for today. He would never look as good as this guy did in a shirt and dress pants. Yes, he was still ogling him. There was a lot to admire about Hoseok's physical appearance, after all. Which guest here would look at him, and think he got off on being humiliated? Hm, then again, it was usually the manly-looking ones who craved that. "...Thanks for suggesting this, really. Although... I'm not sure how I'm going to keep my hands to myself.", he said with a light laugh. He wasn't kidding though. Oh well, he'd do his best.

() I FORGOT HOSEOK GOES BY WONHO HERE--- imma just assume at some point hoseok told him his actual name sdfkghlsdfkjgh

@† Meto When Monday morning rolls around it finds him at the gym; like his is most mornings when he doesn't work, or evenings when he does. Really whenever he has more than an hour free he finds himself at the gym. The intense work outs help to clear his mind and get him in a better headspace. This morning though, he's just working out for the fun of it and to keep himself in shape and keep up his routine. He's looking forward to the date? Not date? Friend date? That he has planned. He rarely spends time with anyone so it's a rare treat to being doing something that is both outside of work and outside of the club.

Returning home after his workout he showers and dresses in a nice pair of dress pants and a button up shirt. He debates how many buttons to leave open but settles on going modest for today since he can always dress down a little more later if he decides to. He wants to make a good, cleaned up, impression for when he meets you at the restaurant even though you've seen him in both is best and worst already, and a few weird places in between that he's still a little embarrassed about.

He finds himself arriving at the restaurant early. Requesting a quiet booth since he can afford to make a few requests like that, and he settles down, checking his watch to see how long he might be waiting. It's not long after that he gets the text from you and he quickly replies, a small smile on his face. 'I already have a table for us, just give the host your name.'

@‡ Hoseok It's Monday afternoon, I've just gotten home from work and the panic I feel is very real. I'm sitting on the floor with clothes scattered around me and my phone in hand. I'm looking at a picture of the restaurant I suggested and regretting my choice. On the one hand, I have been wanting to go there. On the other hand, it's far too fancy and I don't know what to wear. My wardrobe consists of leather and latex kink wear, which I tend to wear casually, worn-out graphic T-shirts, and a collection of more... feminine articles of clothing. No matter which way I turn my phone, nothing fits the image I'm seeing on my screen. I don't know why I'm making such a fuss out of this. I never cared about dressing to fit in before. The frustration inside me builds and reaches boiling point. I end up throwing my phone at the wall. I can tell the screen has cracked without even looking and sink my face into my hands with a groan. I do feel a little better though, just a little. Silence. Then, I jump up, kick the pile of clothing, scattering them across the room, and step towards my closet. Cursing under my breath I rip piece after piece out of my wardrobe. A glance at the clock hanging crookedly from the wall tells me an hour has passed. One hour left before I need to head out. "!!" I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a few seconds. "I should have gone shopping... I ing knew it... !"

Half an hour later, I'm dressed in my best imitation of semi-formal wear, given the limited resources I'm working with: a black turtleneck, except it's made out of latex. The outline of the piercings that line my spine is clear to see thanks to the tight fit of the fabric. I paired it with a black leather skirt. It's longer than the shorts I own and none of my pants fit. And finally, of course, my trusty thigh-high leather platform boots that have so many clasps it looks like a 15-minute job just to put them on. I only need 5 minutes, thanks to years of practice. Both satisfied and unsatisfied with what I ended up with, I twist in the mirror and grimace at my reflection. "...Whatever, good enough." After quickly retouching my make-up, I'm finally done. I consider taking out my piercings (nose ring, snake bites, ring on the lower right lip), but decide against it. It's time to go, so I throw on a leather jacket and head out.

Sometime later, I'm standing outside the tall modern building that has the restaurant on the 8th floor. I send you a text which asks if you're here yet, and that I'm heading up to the restaurant.

@† Junji As Hyungwon waits by the door, he was about to reach for it to knock when he suddenly heard a noise behind him. Due to what happened to him before, he now has become more vigilant and he often startles easily when someone's behind or sneaks up on him and he gets all defensive but hearing the latter ask that question, he knew that he's an employee of the restaurant and the way he moved and asked him to follow suit just made him nod and with that he walked right behind the man that he doesn't even know the name of.

Still holding onto the straps of his bag as he had a body bag on him with some clothes in it and his other personal stuff, Hyungwon took the time to look around and didn't utter a single word unless he's spoken to by the man who just led him inside the restaurant. He's been around such luxuries in life, and he knows this place. He's been here a couple of times as a customer and he know that this is a fine dining establishment and the level of professionalism that their employees have is something that impressed him even before, hence why he applied to this restaurant as well.

Taking in the layout of the place in his mind and all of the things that he's looking at, he then looked at the man's back who led him here. "Uhmm. . . where exactly are we going? Am I going to change into a trainee uniform or something like that?" Hyungwon asked curiously as he still trailed off behind the seemingly cold man.

@‡ Hyungwon Junji couldn't believe that he'd been scheduled for the morning shift at the restaurant. He always made a point of working the dinner shift. That way, once they'd closed up, he could go out drinking with his friends until the bars shut down. He could drag himself, or, when he really overindulged, he could be dragged back to his place, collapsing on the bed and sleeping until well into the afternoon, only to wake up and begin the whole process again. He made a point of making sure his parents knew what he was up to because their disapproval was all part of the fun.

Filled with resentment for being forced out of bed at this ungodly hour, Junji approached the back entrance of the restaurant, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. He noticed a young man hesitating by the door, and he remembered that the manager had mentioned that a new waiter was going to start today...and it was Junji's task to train him. "How do I get so lucky?" he mumbled under his breath as he approached the stranger, relieved that his dark glasses hid the displeasure in his eyes.

Between his sunglasses and his leather jacket, Junji looked more like someone who would beat you up and rob you than he did like a co-worker, but he was oblivious to this fact as he walked up to the new waiter. "Are you the guy who's starting today," he asked, his voice brusque. "If you are, I'm Junji, and I'm going to train you on all the ins and outs of this fine dining establishment." Without waiting for a reply, Junji opened the back door. "Follow me."

@† Junji Months had already passed since he resigned from work, thinking it may do him good but every time he stays in his apartment, he just remembers the night of when he was almost ually assaulted. Not a day goes by that he looks at that door and remember how his co-worker forced himself inside, pinned him against the wall by the door and touched him until the police came. Back then, this was his sanctuary, his safe space, but now, it's nothing but a reminder of what happened and it's slowly driving him crazy every day that he spends there.

He looked for jobs for the past few months but because of his past experience, most jobs turn him down until he applied to a restaurant nearby and he got accepted and today is his first day. He was given all of the things he needed and despite the schedule being in an ungodly hour, Hyungwon got up at 5:00 am to prepare and by 7:00 am he's out the door for his 8:00 am shift.

Without the need for his car, Hyungwon enjoyed the short walk going to the restaurant and held onto the straps of his bag as he peeked through the front doors until he noticed other people going through the back. Following them, he stood there, unsure if he should step inside and waited for someone to enter again with the intention to introduce himself to be let inside the establishment.

@† Yunxi "So good." Seunghyun nearly drooled and his lips with a huff, shaking his head to snap out of it a light blush filled his cheeks. "Not for me, I was thinking more for you and our little one-" He cleared his throat, shifting about in his seat nervously. Seunghyun fell quiet as he stared at the menu, thinking about their trip and the moments of bliss they had shared between... darkness. He wrinkled his nose at the recollection, a stumbling giggle fell from his lips when Yunxi traced the intricate lines of his tattoos. The faint touch sent shivers down Seunghyun's spine, he lowered the menu and stared at it. "I did, I met a guy after you left." He paused whilst thinking about it. "Not like that, I mean, he's a tattoo artist and... it was a beautiful experience. A way for me to experience pain without, you know, being in danger." Seunghyun rubbed at his heated face with one hand, balling that fist into his cheek whilst he leaned into it. "The lotus is the world, enlightenment, and pink, well, it's affection and... tenderness... it's my entire world, it's you and now... it's the life you're giving me."

@† Seunghyun "I'll make sure to order enough for us to pack for tomorrow. Sound good?" Yunxi chuckled, eyes curved into slight crescents as the curls of the danseur's fell over the Chinese man's phoenix eyes. Glancing over the menu that laid out the entourage of savory dishes highlighting the spiciness and numbness of Sichuan's cuisine, Yunxi made note of the dishes he wanted and chimed in to order his portion with the meal. Although he blinked upon seeing the dark band that wound around Seunghyun's forearms. The pink lotus upon the band making the younger reach forward to brush his fingers along the band. Quietly marveled at his fiance's tattoo in silence before he finally spoke up. "Am I attracted to this?" The younger echoed his thoughts. Laughing softly before he looked back up at Seunghyun. "It's beautiful... Did you get it done while you were away? It must've hurt."

@† Yunxi Once they were over a few hurdles and could decompress, spending time together on that vacation had felt so normal, Seunghyun felt like he could be his goofy self and not have to worry about things that were left unspoken, for him to guess. Yunxi was like a breath of fresh air and didn't pressure him into anything which when relaxed produced more of a sponge affect that allowed Seunghyun to open up, absorb more. He nodded with a hum and a dimpled smile, excited for the food they were about to eat. "Okay, but make sure you order a lot too." His thumb idly d the back of Yunxi's palm whilst he stared at the menu. Today he was wearing a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off the tattoo on his arm for the first time since he had arrived back. He placed an order for them, having a playful exchange with the waiter who walked away from them laughing.

@† Seunghyun Eyes softening, Yunxi's thin lips pulled into a gentle smile at the mention of the dish the two had shared in Sichuan. "Then we can have a full-on Sichuan meal, hm?" Yunxi tilted his head and squeezed Seunghyun's hands within his own. Their time away from each other had proven to be agony for the younger male. Although the two had left the country together, Yunxi returned alone with Seunghyun remaining in Sichuan to travel around. The month that the two had spent apart only made the heart grow fonder as the days dragged by--eventually resulting in Yunxi realizing that he held a part of Seunghyun within him. A small little bean that had begun to grow and now was no bigger than a plum. Seated at a booth in the corner by the waitress and handed a menu, Yunxi's fingers never left Seunghyun's own. "Pick whatever you want to eat, okay?"

@† Yunxi Seunghyun was nervous, he didn't go on dates often. Dates came with expectations and those expectations would usually provoke Seunghyun's hit and run instincts, hit them from behind and make like a leaf. However, he had come to realise a lot of things whilst he was away. One of those things being how much he missed Yunxi whilst they were apart which snowballed into what some people might call love. Seunghyun wasn't sure, wasn't familiar with the feeling, and though he was unsure he still wanted to try. Maybe he could get it right this time and be a good boyfriend, pick up on the signs and follow through instead of losing someone else that was dear to him. He glanced at Yunxi whilst they walked towards the restaurant, Yunxi's kiss pulled him out of his head for a moment and Seunghyun smiled. "You're going to laugh but... Steamed pork with spicy cabbage... like we had in Sichuan." He admitted whilst feeling his cheeks flush with a burning warmth.

@† Seunghyun Yunxi's fingers entwined with Seunghyun's own as the two stepped out of the uber. Giddy with excitement about their date, Yunxi pressed a small kiss upon Seunghyun's cheek before he pulled back. A hand resting at his stomach as he glanced up briefly at his fiance--his fiance. It was surreal how Yunxi had become Choi Yunxi in a manner of moments--yet, it was all Yunxi seemed to want. To become Choi Yunxi and to confidentally say he was Choi Seunghyun's future husband. Smiling sweetly, Yunxi pulled Seunghyun into the restuarant. "Do you have an idea in mind yet of what you want to eat?"

@‡ Hyunwoo ‡ Hyunwoo Apr 2, 2022 12:44:01 Reply History 

*reaches up to rub my forehead when you poke me, laughing softly*
*before i can say anything else, our order is presented by the chef who places several individual dishes of sushi in front of us - - simple, yet elegant*
going with the flow sounds like a good idea, soo
let's let nature takes it's course
*when you rub my back, i smile at you, lifting my hand, asking to for another beer*
eat up, soo
you'e gonna love it

/chuckles when you rub your forehead, and the food that came disturbed up, but in a good way/
/i look at the sushi in awe and back at the chef to thank and compliment on the sushi/
yeah~ letting things flow naturally is always a good gauge and it wont be that stressful ya know
/nods and picks up my chopsticks/
i will eat well!!
/smiles widely and taking one ebiko sushi, dipping it in the soysauce and putting some wasabi then putting in my mouth, my eyes widen at the sweet freshness as i chewed/
/thumbs up and my brows furrowed at how good the sushi is

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@† Taehyung Good, that's comforting to hear. Hopefully, we won't get to that point, but hope for the best while preparing for the worst, right?
/smiles a little, already having a few things in mind to send now that I've got permission to/
I promise I won't spam you; I know you're busy, but I have a lot of things I can send throughout the day. I'm a little excited about it. Is that strange? I feel like it might be strange.
/rests completely on you with a smile, glad that you agree/
I think this is the first time I've ever requested to be monogamous for any period of time. The monogamous relationships I had, they asked that we be exclusive, and I'm capable of it, so I agreed. This is the first time I've had the urge to keep someone to myself.

@‡ Hyungsoo Anyone living in your apartment will be brought to the safe house if something happened and I deemed it necessary.
/he assured you with a nod, taking out his phone just long enough to make a few notes to himself about what he was going to need to do when he got home/
I can hardly complain about soft things to look at, I rarely get those. It will be a nice change of pace.
/rubbing his thumb against your side he nods in agreement, enjoying the calm moment for what it was, a welcome break from his routine up until then/
Of course, that’s more than okay. I can’t claim to be a saint anyway, I’m hardly selfless.

@† Taehyung Really? I'll talk to him so he can make the final decision. It's his family, not mine, but I'd love to have them dealt with so they can't hurt the Little Gremlin anymore. He's in a state of healing now, and I'm proud of him. He doesn't need his parents coming to bring him back to the start. Would he be able to come to the safe house too if I need to leave the apartment? I don't want him a target either.
/nods my head and smiles softly/
Okay, then I'll send the messages until you tell me you don't want them. And maybe just a few cute pictures of things I did or saw that day so you have something soft to look at when you're done for the day. It might give you a bit of a boost of energy. Is that bragging? Or a little narcissistic? Either way, I thought it was cute. Ah, prepare for that too. I'm a big sap and hopeless romantic, so if I start getting too cheesy, let me know.
/shivers a little at the touch of your hand but relaxes immediately after/
Then it's a thing of we'll cross that bridge if we come to it. I promise I'll tell you if someone comes along that I like too. For now though... I think I might want you to myself while we navigate this. If... That's okay?

@‡ Hyungsoo I’ve done some light digging into the boy’s family. If they’re bothering him, I can deal with it. They hardly have a clean record, his father has made some very questionable deals to make his company successful.
/he offered, though he had half a mind to send them a politely worded threat anyway/
I will try to let you know, but I generally just turn my phone off when I know Im not in a safe position to receive messages. So don’t worry about that too much.
/slipping his hand just under your shirt, he squeezed your hip, shaking his head slightly at your question/
The only other person I was spending any time with already left the club. Hyunjin has Chris now, so he shouldn’t have any need of me in that way.
If such a situation were to occur though, I will let you know, I only ask that you do the same. Im not opposed to you having other partners if that’s what you want, I would just like to be informed. I can’t protect someone if I don’t know they might need protected.