↳ restaurant 'fame'

@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ only pretty good?
I need to step up my game then
//grins back at you when you said I look good, winking at you/
I have to look good as your date, can't have your attention taken away by someone else
and you're welcome, Susu

@♊︎ song mingi ᴳᶦⁿ /she turned her attention back to him as she grinned, matching his.
My day? It was not as eventful in the first half
I had my usual routine and went to the studio to write until I got your message
Now though, it’s pretty good
/she wiggled her eyebrows playfully only to purse her lips when the waiter handed them the menu.
You’re looking good by the way
/she whispered with the back of her hand hiding from the waiter, as if whispering to Mingi.
And thank you for inviting me oppa

@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ //sits across from you, the grin on his face never leaving as he looks at you//
How was your day so far though? Thank you for making time for me.
//is about to reach forward when the waiter comes with the menu, gesturing for you to choose your meal first//

@♊︎ song mingi ᴳᶦⁿ Pfffttt that’s true though, imagine getting a full grown man who stands at 180+ cm as a gift
Immaculate I would say
/she grinned at him cheekily before squeezing his hand at his comment on pulling him close as they made their way into the restaurant. She then bowed a bit to the waiter, following where the table were before she thanked Mingi, feeling her cheeks heat up again.
Thank you kind sir
I can’t believe this is really happening
/she muttered the last part softly, watching him before she looked around.

@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ But, your greatest gift is here though. Me.
//points to himself confidently before letting out a laugh, feeling that was too corny even though he said it himself//
Okay that was bad, but I won't say no if you want to hold me close anyway
//waits until you're done putting the bouquet in the backseat then lead you inside the restaurant which he had booked before. Following the waiter to the reserved table, letting go of your hand only to pull the chair for you//
My lady

@♊︎ song mingi ᴳᶦⁿ /she let out a small snort, trying to hide her smile but failed to do so only to let out a little pout.
Awwww but it’s the first gift i got from you
Alright alright
Should I hold you close instead?
/she had to change the way she held the bouquet while still holding his hand before opening the back door and placing the bouquet there.
All settled now
Let’s gooooo

@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ I have no reason to deny it
//chuckles, reaching out for the bouquet and giving it a little tug//
Maybe you can put it on the back seat so you can eat more comfortably?
No one's gonna steal the bouquet from you anyway, love. I might start to get jealous of it from the way you're holding it so close to you

@♊︎ song mingi ᴳᶦⁿ I didn’t think you’d admit it
/she let out a soft chuckle as she squeezed his hand a bit, the smile on her face never dissipating.
I look forward to it then
/just as she was about to go out, she couldn’t help but snort a bit, reaching for his hand with her free one while she held the bouquet with her other arm.
Why thank you kind sir

@♊︎ moon sua ᴸᵁᴬ That I do. You should take responsibility for that
//chuckles softly although your words caught him by surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes//
Really? Oh wow... It's an honor to take you for your first date. I shall make tonight more memorable then
//after 15 more minutes of driving, we finally arrived at the restaurant, stopping at the valet service, he gets off from the car first to open the passenger door for you and offer you his hand//
Shall we, my lady?

----------

@◈ lalisa manoban Lɪsᴀ⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //smiles sheepishly at the staffs only to wince at the smack, rubbing the spot while pouting/
yah yah yah, is that how you treat your sunbaenim? your favorite one, nonetheless??
and it wasn't my fault... there was a heavy traffic on my way here
it's the rush hour after work after all...
//huffing, though soon my expression softens as I step closer to you, giving your hair a playful ruffle, just to annoy you while grinning/
but yeah it's the best congratulation party, thank you Lisa

@♊︎ song mingi ᴳᶦⁿ surprise shawtyyyy!!!
/she throws her arms out in a grand gesture, the two hired waiters popping the small confetti poppers upon mingis arrival
congratulations on your big winnn! like i said before, i may be late BUT I can proudly say this is the best congrats gift.
alright gentlemen, thank you for helping me so much. you’ll be paid at the end of dinner. thanks again.
/lisa more or less pushes them out the private room , waving thankfully towards them until theyre out of sight. she slowly turns towards mingi, the smile she wore quickly turned into a scowl, the nice facade broken as she smacks at his shoulder in disbelief
you idiot. i tell you 7 and you show up fifteen minutes late, do you want to die song mingi? i’ll kill you. i’ve been here for TWO hours setting up. aishhh. men.

@◈ lalisa manoban Lɪsᴀ⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //was on his way to the restaurant when his phone beeped again, signaling another message was in and without checking it, he already knew from who that message was from. Once he arrived, the staff immediately ushered him to the room that Lisa reserved ahead of time, apparently. Without any suspicion, he makes his way to the room//
A yo my beloved friendo!
Missed m--- eh?
//blinks when he sees the decoration, looking around the room as he takes in the state of it//
wha- whoa

@♊︎ song mingi ᴳᶦⁿ thank you so much
/she thanks the staff , the last of them tying up balloons that has ‘congratulations’ wrote in different colors. she had arrived especially early just for set up and prepping the cooks for mingi’s favorite foods. was she overdoing it? probably. did she care? well, if she knew it’d be this much work she probably wouldn’t have done it but alas. its all in the power of friendship or whatever the .
everything had been meticulously picked out and now its all a waiting game but lisa wasn’t much patient ; she pulls out her phone to send the guest of honor a quick text

> hurry up big head
> tables are filling up by the minute

__________________________________________________

@☼ jeon jungkook ʳᵒᵐᵉᵒ *who is Hyunjin to deny that he loves being spoiled? Especially at the hand of his boyfriend. So with the side eye, he leans in with his cheesiest smile, wiggling his shoulders affectionately at Jungkook, one of them rubbing against the other's*
Soup sounds like a wonderful idea for someone who just had throat surgery
*he plants a quick cheek kiss - calmed by the fact that they had a private room in the restaurant and no one could see or take photos and ruin their careers*
*and despite all the health issues, and the constant trembling in her body, Hyunjin's mom looks radiant, spilling over with energy, eyes bright and focused on the happiness of the couple at the table*
"Life is good..."
*she speaks slow, but with purpose, and Hyunjin doesn't interrupt like he usually does everyone else, waiting for her to finish*
*one of her hands reaches out across the table* "I'm happy my son is happy. But it has been too quiet."
*her joke finishes with a choked laugh, Hyunjin joining in* Pfffftt - am I not loud enough for you umma?

*in perfect timing, the waitress comes in, bowing deeply as she introduces herself* "Are we ready to order?"

Uhhhhhhh - *a quick look around the table* Yes, yes we're ready. You're good with what we talked about umma? *A final confirmation and he shines his smile at the employee* Yes, we're ready *in rapidfire, he lists off their order, including a heaping portion of soup for Jungkook and asking to keep the tea rolling. In between, he trhows in idle chatter, thrilled to partake in conversation outside of the DSF circle for once. The entire time, his fingers tap on Jungkook's thigh, playing a random tune he hums in his head* Thank you!
*he finally calls, the waitress leaving, and the idol slumps into Kook's lap, knocking his foread on the table as he does* Ow -

@☼ hwang hyunjin his heart warms at her sincerity but easily brushes the offer off with a hand along with his boyfriend’s disregarding statement as he’s prepping her for the meal.
thats true. I love spoiling people who deserve it, even if some are a little too spoiled
he says, purposely side eying the blonde next to him once he’s sat back down which earns a chuckle from umma
I think i will have some soup and water, i cant have anything fizzy or risk tearing my stitches, lame and boring. I really wanted pork belly
but! I’ll live i guess
he says, smoothly resting his palm over hyunjins hand to hold briefly
so how is life without me? Hopefully not too quiet?

@☼ jeon jungkook ʳᵒᵐᵉᵒ *he would have objected, but he didn't want to make Jungkook strain his voice over a petty argument over payment. His mother, though, shared different values*
"Aigooo! You should let me pay for today's meal!"
*her voice shakes like there's a at , a symptom of her condition, but her conviction can easily be heard through her voice*
Yah, umma, just let the man treat us
It's my birthday after all
*before taking a seat himself, he pulls out the chair for Jungkook, tucking his boyfriend in behind the table and veering to his mom quickly after. He makes sure her scarf is holding well, her hair is in place, and wraps the napkin around her neck, tying it off to prevent the inevitable stains to come*
Soup for my man, and, umma, you want soup? She also wants soup.
Me? I'm a meat man
*as he finishes his statement with a smirk, he throws himself into the chair between his boyfriend and mom, hand sneaking onto Kook's thigh to squeeze*
Anybody want something other than water for drinks?

@☼ hwang hyunjin no matter how long he and hyunjin had been together and for as long as he’s known him, hyunjin never fails to embarrass him. his cheeks heat up a bit at the compliments but smiles anyways with the shake of his head
yeah yeah yeah
he waves a free hand dismissively when umma agrees which only adds to his flustered state. subtly , he leans in closer to his boyfriend as he lets go of her hand and smoothly redirects topic of conversation
so what’s everyone hungry for? My treat. /and/ no objections
he says , giving a pointed look at both mother and son knowing that one of them would protest because those damn stubborn hwang genes that they possess
I think I’ll stick with soup though heh, for the throat and all that.

@☼ jeon jungkook ʳᵒᵐᵉᵒ *it was a rare event, to have both his mother and Jungkook be out together with him, and on his birthday no less. As it should be, considering how awesome he was. It was only natural that his birthday was to be as awesome as his birth*
*he led Jungkook in by the shoulders, beaming at the sight of his mother, no matter how slight she had gotten in the most recent years*
Umma!
You remember Jungkook, right?
*he asks her every time, and she always says yes, but he just has to make sure. She doesn't get up from her seat, but she takes Kook's hand firm in her own, giving it a good squeeze with her trade mark half moon smile*
Umma! They let my man escape the hospital! He's free for the day, so let's all eat well, yeah?
*one arm slings around his boyfriend's shoulders, clutching him closer with a cheeky grin behind his sunglasses*
Isn't he looking good for coming straight from the hospital?

@☼ hwang hyunjin it was jungkooks first official evening outside of the hospital. there was some hesitation on both tiffanys and doctors part especially since its only been a week or so after his surgery but jungkook was persistent it was for good reason. and it was. his baby’s birthday was more important than anything else at the moment and he’d be damned if he made hyunjin spend it with him in the hospital

so, the two had planned to go out and eat with his mother for his bday. spicy bbq per his request and jungkook wouldn’t deny him of that even if he’d have to stick to soft foods and tiny pieces of meat.
the two disguise themselves in sunglasses and match bucket hats (that was jungkooks request) as they slyly slip through the public eye and into the restroom to meet mama hwang
hello umma!
he greets with a uneven tone the small woman warmly when they are finally seated at the table, reaching a hand out to her to squeeze. jungkook had taken a special kind of liking and soft fondness to hyunjins mother as she treated him as her own son.
the weather is so nice out, i almost forgot what the outside world looked like

@◈ ok taecyeon⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ I'll be damned and burning in hell before I let the weather tell me what to wear
*huffs defiantly, balancing myself on your shoulder with one hand when you come to my rescue, my foot toeing for the shoe, managing to slide it from the grate with little force, and back onto my shoe*
*successfully reunited to my shoe, I silently vow to pay more attention to the floor, lest another thing breakdown before we even reach the restaurant*
Y'know, we still have so many people who ask us about OkCat...
*flashes you a grin, patting your shoulder again* Nothing broken.
*and it was more than just a little pride*
*but thankfully, the rest of the walk is rather uneventful, the next obstacle being the entrance to Chako*
We made it! *gasps in glee, bouncing on the spot*
Do you want to do the honours of entering first?
I'm so hungryyyyy

@✵ jeon somi⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *nods, momentarily huffing out a crystalline burst of air in silent laughter at your cosmetic predicament*
No restaurant, but I studied in New York. OkCat was so I could pay for it on my own
*runs a hand thoughtfully over his chin as a thought occurs to him*
Hey! We might not have met if I hadn't—
*starts to share the "funny" thought when you suddenly jut forward. he manages to uselessly grasp the tail of your coat when you've already spared yourself of an ugly face plant and opts, instead, to be helpful by getting the shoe*
You're really not dressed for this haha
*says after a bit of focused silence, finally freeing the shoe from the offending grate and gesturing for your foot*
Are you okay, though? Nothing broken except a little pride?
*jokes lightly, giving your ankle a look over as he returns thee shoe to its rightful place*

@◈ ok taecyeon⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ I didn't know you went to culinary school
*blinks once, lashes somewhat frozen underneath the mascara and clinging together until she separated them with a squinted eye and a point of her acrylic*
It's not really my schtick, but my parents didn't want the original plan so I improvised
Wait, did you ever own your own restaurant?
/Do/ you own a restaurant?
*lashes freeze again, and this time, as I poke at it to untangle the mess of extensions, I'm laughed at cruelly by fate, heel sliding straight through the grills in a vent, dragging my shoe off and throwing me forward*
AGH-
*arms flailing, I manage to leap forward with the bare foot, quickly rebalancing myself only to stand there in shock*
What the //

@✵ jeon somi⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *squints, not entirely convinced before succeeding since a back and forth would just delay the journey even more*
Let me know as soon as you change your mind
*offers pointedly before snorting at the continued misnomer, confident that the walk will be 10 minutes—minimum...events willing. it's not long before his lagging footfalls catch up to yours and in perfect time, too. he hums thoughtfully for a while, ultimately unable to give any restaurant by restaurant specifics but...after a moment's thought, realizing that's probably not the ideal answer anyway*
Some of them are through Geummoran—my parents. Some are folks I went to culinary school with. Others...you just kinda meet people. And /everyone's/ looking into opening restaurants these days. It's easy to meet someone with one, or at least an idea
What about you? How'd you land yourself in an idol company? I didn't know that was your schtick. It's really stuffy, isn't it?

@◈ ok taecyeon⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Ugh, it'll feel like six miles
*continues to whine, shaking my head at the kind offer of the jacket as the faux-fur is actually good for the top part at least*
Keep yourself warm, oppa
*pats your chest with a grin* You're gonna need it for all six miles of our six block walk
Let's go!
*traipses off first, leaving you to keep up at your own pace. Thankfully, the sidewalks are wet but cleared, making the walk a little less torturous*
So, how did you get connected with all these restaurants?
*questions with a brief look over my shoulder*

@✵ jeon somi⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Six blocks or six miles? Two drastically different things, Som
*informs, already sliding out of his side of the vehicle. taking a moment to convene with the driver through the window, bidding him adieu with a wish of luck and a quick dab up shortly before your expression of disdain sounds from the other side of the car. greeting you with an expression of sympathy, she easily steps around to put you on the inner sidewalk before chuckling*
Can I power walk? C'mon, now
Better question is can /you/ make it before the frostbite gets you? Want my coat?

@◈ ok taecyeon⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ *you move far too quickly for someone in the middle of a crisis, but I'm forced to follow your lead, grumbling beneath my breath as I detangle myself from my own seatbelt and nodding*
Fine.... We'll walk the six miles
*she spares a glance at the driver as an after thought, the guilt rebounding*
Do you want me to call a tow truck first?
*the driver dismisses my worries quickly, and I don't reconfirm, instead, heading out the car on my side*
*spares a look for incoming traffic and steps out, horrified to step into a slushy puddle of disgustingness on my first pas down*
You've /got/ to be ting me right now?
*hisses quietly, gathering myself in one breath, a hand stroking down my face*
*recomposed, I round the corner to join you on the sidewalk, gathering the white faux-fur jacket around the short skirt outfit unfit for the weather*
Okay. Let's go. You can powerwalk right?
Chako is worth it. I can do this.

@✵ jeon somi⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Seoul, all over RoK, a few places in New York and LA...
*rattles off in an over-exaggeratedly casual manner, his parents business and his own ventures certainly helping in building his array of connections. he chuckles, starting to make a show of dusting off the front of his shirt at the compliment when the car jerks abruptly, prompting the hand to grasp the 'oh ' handle above. not his staff, not his fight (not that he'd have been so harsh anyway), he stays quiet during the exchange before letting out an amused snort as he recalls the whole incident with Tiffany*
Six blocks is nothing
*he replies optimistically, already relieving himself of the seatbelt that refused to stop choking him and putting a hand on the door handle*
I'll spot you if you can't walk anymore, okay?

@◈ ok taecyeon⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ *raises an eyebrow when you mention you know a guy with shares in Chako, shooting you an incredulous expression of disbelief*
Did you form connections with the entire Seoul network of restaurants since we last met, or?
*waves my fingers around in a circle between us, breaking my furrowed expression with a laugh and a light whack to your arm with your easy humour flowing*
You don't look half bad, oppa, I have to say - Ah!
*in a sharp jolt, we're shot up a few inches in our seats, heads spared from knocking the roof of the car only by the seatbelts that lock in place*
What the hell! *shouts with a gasp, heart racing under the palm I press to my chest* Yah! What was that?
*demands of the driver, leaning in with a frown*

"Apologies! Apologies, ma'am! I think one of the tires half popped?"

What! How does a tire just pop? You've got to be kidding meeee
Our reservation is in like 15 minutes
*groans, quickly yanking my phone out to calculate the remaining time from our location to the restaurant while the driver precariously pulls over with a hand out the window in apology to all the passersby*
*sighs, pinching the bridge of my nose* We can make it on time if we walk
It's six blocks away
*darts a look out to the snowy roads, then down to my shoes* Ugh. Okay. We have no choice.