≽ 　mcdonalds.

@⁰¹ soobin c. @⁰¹ minjeong k. worrying that he must've been weirding minjeong out by his... sudden heteroual switch up, she flicks his arm as a not-so-subtle way to tell him to go away, and luckily, it's granted the moment the employees call out his meal number. "yeah, i know she's cute, loser. go get your food." as he steps further away, she finishes her hashbrown with a last bite, slightly nudging her sister's side to garner her attention from soobin's guest appearance. "sorry, that's my friend. is he making you uncomfortable? we can leave if you want?"

@⁰¹ minju k. @⁰¹ minjeong k. soobin grabs a nearby chair and drags it over to the table, taking a seat on it before he leans forward to rest his chin on the palm of his hand, humming slightly as he looks at the unfamiliar girl. "hmm, i see where all the actually good genes went now, ju. you never mentioned that your sister was this cute," he flashes a quick smile before letting out a groan as his order gets called out. starting to head towards the direction of the counter, he turns back to look over his shoulders, uttering a quick "i'll be right back" to the two sisters.

@⁰¹ soobin c. @⁰¹ minjeong k. “i don’t even know, but it makes me relieved that the café isn’t a popular brand. fortunately, we don’t get too many karens, but that doesn’t mean that sometimes i don’t want to tell them they’re… mean, y’know?” she says as if the word itself is so forbidden, though a laugh soon follows. this felt nice — a natural friendship found in sisterhood, this is what she’s always wanted. feeding herself another dainty bite of the hashbrown, her attention is garnered once a familiar voice calls her out by name. “oh, hey! i know, a rare sight of me at mcdonalds, right?” she casually jokes, but as minjeong introduces herself rather monotonously, she can’t help but worry that maybe her sister isn’t too comfortable with strangers? did she have social anxiety? oh no. her forearm laces within minjeong’s subtly as a way of comfort if she needed before she turns to soobin. “yeah, my sister that i told you about. we’re just out having brunch real quick. what about you, on your way to practice or anything?”

@⁰¹ soobin c. @⁰¹ minju k. "jesus, what? why was a lady wanting to pee in mcdonalds . . ." both confused, and a little amused, minjeong picks up a fry to idly bite through the piece, mind forming all sorts of absurd imagery to her sister's story. "do you think that girl got banned from this branch? wonder if there's like a list of blacklisted customers. . ." the conversation that took place between the two sisters was bizarre, jumping from topic to topic, but it's been a while since minjeong has enjoyed such lighthearted accompaniment. however, the aimless chatter was cut short by the appearance of a male, a very tall one at that, and just as she reaches to pick up one fry, she's dropping it the next when questioning eyes fell onto the latter's. he's so . . . cute? "minjeong. sister. hey." why did she sound so robotic? did that reply even make sense. she's physically shaking her head in both shame and recomposure. "i mean, i'm minjeong. her sister actually." why was she not aware of her sister being friends with someone this cute? she'd have to ask about it later.

@⁰¹ minju k. @⁰¹ minjeong k. the door swings open with his push (after he had unfortunately tried to pull on the handle). soobin runs a hand through his messed up hair before returning the cap that he had back onto the top of his pretty lil head. he really hopes that the hashbrown he gets today is actually edible, unlike the one he had gotten the day before. he doesn't know what he'll do if they mess up his order again, but he swears he'll pull another highlighter woman on this place if they do. after placing his order of the single hashbrown and the medium orange juice, his eyes end up scanning the room, as it normally does, before they land on a familiar face. the corners of his lips turn up as he approaches the woman and her companion. "hey minju! i thought you hated mcdonalds? oh, hello to you too minju's,, friend?"

@⁰¹ soobin c. @⁰¹ minjeong k. [] I'M LEAVING U ON READ

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@⁰¹ soobin c. @⁰¹ minjeong k. "i'm only here for the hashbrowns, i swear," she says in the midst of her bite, the taste of it having her wriggle her shoulders in expressed happiness. "otherwise, i don't come here too often. i think i read an article last year about a huge karen coming in here demanding for ice cream, and another lady nearly peeing on the floor. i don't know, something crazy. sort of scared me away." her nose scrunches in distaste at the thought, before taking another bite of her hashbrown. "but the café's closed, i'm sorry. i would've given you a free croissant."

@⁰¹ minjeong k. "minjeong this is not the time, my legs are shaking from embarassment and i feel like i'm seconds away from dropping dead on the floor. that was the most embarassing thing i've ever done in my life." he pleaded, raising his head to meet her eyes for only a second and then training his gaze back to the floor only slightly dropping his guard once they've reached the back of the line. once he feels they're a little farther away from the crime scene, he raises his head and rolls his hunched shoulders outward, straightening his posture. her laughter causing him to shoot her the stinkeye. "first of all, yes, she was /that/ funny, you wish you were her. second, you're absolutely right, i may have gone through puberty but my mind is for real in the same place as it was 10 years ago. and third, can you choose my meal for me i'm having a hard trouble choosing." he ends in a sheepish voice, scratching at his nape.

@⁰² donghyuck l. maybe meeting up with him again was a mistake. it's been a while since minjeong has experienced this feeling . . . this shared mortification. this secondhand embarrassment. she could barely form any words herself as her eyes dart back and forth between her friend then to the girl who was certainly /not/ her. she couldn't even manage to apologize for him, lips pressed into a tight line as she lowers her gaze to give her friend a pained look. "damn, i mean, when you said your eyesight has been getting bad these days, i didn't think it was that bad." she grips the elbow of the latter and gently guides him away from the (judgmental) eyes of his victim, glancing over once more to give her a sheepish nod. "she was that funny, huh? got you laughing too hard you kept your eyes closed. it's okay, i'll save my jokes so you'll look at me long enough to remember this face." reaching the back of the line once again, she releases her hold over the other's arms and gives him one long, hard, feigned dirty look before snorting out loud, erupting into a full bout of laughter. "oh haechan, you haven't changed a bit." maybe in terms of height and voice he did. but he's definitely the same boy who inhaled markers next to her in class.

@⁰¹ minjeong k. haechan had never felt his stomach hurt this much because hell? when did minjeong become so funny? did all the years she spent away from him perhaps have been due to her going to a comedy institution? minjeong upcoming stand up comedian!? he couldn't stop the boisterous laughter escaping from his own mouth. "minjeong you're so funny!" he exclaims, red and out of breath from laughing his lungs out. just when another burst of laughter threatened to escape from his lips, he hears the call of a very familiar voice... minjeong?.. his head immediately snaps upright, looking to find the source, no it couldn't be... minjeong was right infront of him... he was just laughing at her jokes... minjeong... ! he should've known it wasn't her, minjeong was never funny! realization dawns on him as he looks back and forth between the two figures, fake minjeong was looking at him like he was a crazed man, oh god.. the color from his face drains as he slowly bows in silent apology to fake minjeong and scurries over to real minjeong with his head down.

@⁰² donghyuck l. glancing down at the last text she sent, minjeong wondered if she had missed seeing him enter the mcdonald's premises. she'd probably been waiting outside for ten minutes now but maybe waiting indoors was better with the way her fingers were turning blue from the cold. quickly ditching her plan to stand outside until he arrived, the shivering girl entered the restaurant to queue up, hands rubbing against one another for warmth. "wait, what if he doesn't see me. . ." that thought was quickly drowned out by the sound of a familiar voice. not one she was exactly used to hearing, but recognizable enough it had her turning on her heels to seek for the source of it. lo and behold, she spots the back of head of her childhood best friend. even if it has been a decade, she just /knew/ it was haechan. but, who was he talking to? she ditches the line to make her way over, excitement painted over her features with one arm raised to prepare for a greeting. until . . . she heard him calling her name. but it wasn't towards her, no. she halted in place, standing right behind him as he did it again, laughing out loud with a boisterous mention of 'minjeong you're so funny!' the true minjeong who didn't just crack a joke glances over to the poor girl who laughed awkwardly . . . and that's when she knew - "chan, who are you talking to? i'm literally right here."

'dear lord,' he began praying in his head for his own safety, while also listening to their side conversation and looking around desperately for help, even if it meant having another customer to step in or his manager walking through the door. yet, that would ruin his first impression if his manager returned to yoonsu being unable to deal with the chaos of two customers. therefore, he could only think of one possible solution as he replayed the plan in his head by trying to calmly tell them to leave somewhere else for what they needed. then again, wouldn't that be losing customers? it wouldn't matter right? he chuckled almost anxiously to himself and wiped away the tears already dripping down from the corner of his eyes, before mustering the courage he had left to slam his palm down against the surface of the counter to grab their attention. "hey you two! if you need to use the bathroom so bad then go piss off somewhere else. there are plenty of places to go take a piss and you-" he turns to chaeyoung, eyebrows furrowed with his lips shut tight into a frown. "if you want a mcflurry, there's plenty of mcdonalds around south korea. it's not like this is the only mcdonalds with a ice cream machine left." geez, he'd never realized why women were so difficult but that would explain why his grandfather was always so grumpy when it came to pleasing his grandmother.

"he was talking to you... you.... pee head!" she scrambles in her head, trying to find a good come back, only to come out with pee. only pee on the mind. the mixture of the shouting and the alcohol blurring her better judgement as she begins slipping off her undies right then and there in the middle of the mcdonalds. "i'll pee right here, right now, ," she announces, not realizing that she was for sure making more of an embarrassment out of herself rather than intimidating anybody. yeah, that'd show them to keep the bathroom locked up away from her.

"you know who else needs to practice patience," she turns to the woman that looks like she can nearly urinate right then and there, holding up her hand as if to tell her to chill. "should've thought about that before you decided to drink. and again, the bar is down the street! better yet, you can pee in the bush outside for all i care." well distracted from the other patron, she then captures the teary-eyed gaze from the employee, who claims this was his first day working. she should feel bad... she really should. too bad she doesn't. "if it's your first day, then why are you out here?! shouldn't you be trained or maybe fixing! the! ice! cream! machine!" she scolds him, shouting loud enough to garner the attention from onlookers, if she already hadn't. "don't cry, seriously, don't."

his eyes dart back and forth from the dark haired girl to the blondie as they continued with their complaints over the lack of service around the restaurant, which causes his palms to sweat and shake slightly while trying to cancel the order. "i can only take one person at a time. please be patient with me as i'll try to figure this out." he said, while praying to his ancestors to calm them down, but that would only infuriate them the moment he sees chaeyoung threatening to climb over the counter before slowly backing away from the computer. yet, question after question, he only loses his patience the moment his eyes could no longer hold onto the tears ready to flood out. "i-it's my first day here."

a fake card... how dare they accuse her of such a thing? "Do you know who I am?! Who do you think you are to tell me that my card is fake? No.. I need the manager right this instant!" she scoffs and demands obnoxiously loud. "actually, yeah! do you even know how to do your job? you didn't even swipe my card!" she says, tapping her card against the counter to make her point, now ganging up on the worker. "now i need that bathroom now!"

"a fake card... you really had the audacity to come to mcdonalds and hand them a /fake/ card?!" now, she shouts, taking on an incredulous tone in her voice as this only further led to the delay in the employee getting her mcflurries. turning to yoonsu (who looks visibly on edge), she stomps up right to him, close enough for her to see the evident sweat on his face, and extends an arm to point to the back of where the supposed employees are. "i've been far too patient with you, do you know how to do your job? how about i go back there and see if your ice cream machine /really/ is broken. this is a hate crime! you won't give me my mcflurries, you refuse to give me service!" lifting a leg, she plants the sole of her shoe right on the counter, acting as if she'd really threaten to climb over any second.

great. just great. on his first day to work, the ice cream machine of all times just had to go out of order and not to mention, having to deal with the two angry customers on his own. hoping he’d get some help, he turned around to see where all the employees had gone and noticed that whatever was happening at the front didn’t seem to bother them, especially when they continued to carry on with their tasks of either taking orders from the drive thru, cooking in the back and packaging meals. looking over at the dark haired girl with her black card slammed onto the counter, he takes a peek at it quickly before placing one hand extended on his face to cover his mouth, and whispers to her, “that’s a fake card.” his attention then averts to the blondie when she interrupts him, calling out for his manager who was on break. “he’s… on his lunch right now and someone’s still cleaning the bathroom. can you wait for a couple of minutes?” by now he could already feel the pressure between the two weighing on him as beads of sweat rolled down his temples, but how could’ve that possibly even happen when he wasn’t even in the back cooking?

she waves her hand at the workers, still attempting to catch the attention of the workers, resorting to snapping her fingers with an obnoxious "excuse me! over her-" when she was rudely cut off with a shove from lemon head. "i've already checked and it was locked! maybe listen better. And if you're worried about paying, oh don't you ing worry about that!" she slams her black card on the counter pointedly. "Hah! Serves you right. No McFluffy for you- Yeah! I'm still gonna need that bathroom."

after sprawling out two fives for the employee, she makes sure to watch him saunter off to ensure her order would be placed, before what catches her attention is the mere poke to her shoulder from the inebriated woman in front of her. her insinuation has a scoff sounding from her, returning the more than impolite shove to her shoulders, fully knowing said woman was awfully tipsy yet not caring. "if you need to piss so bad, why don't you go check? this line is for paying! customers!" with her emphasis, she turns back to the cashier just as he's returned... hands empty. her frown settles deep on her visage, his words registering to her, but specifically choosing to /ignore/ them. "there's no way you're telling me your ice cream machine is broken. there's literally no way. let me speak to your manager," she sternly demands, tiptoeing to glance at the staff behind. "get me a manager!"

her hand reaches out to grab her phone as a groan leaves her lips. oh how she wished she didn't cheat the system into letting her doordash on a skateboard. she tries to get up from her position in the oddly comfortable bush, only falling once in her attempts as she slowly limps her way over to the door, grabbing a hold of the handle and pushing the door that clearly tells her to pull.

as soon as the intoxicated women ran outside of the building, yoonsu could finally relax his muscles as he directed his attention to the customer in front of him. "oh yeah, right sorry about that." he calculated the total of the mcflurries together before ringing them up. "your total's $6.54." after receiving the money, he turned to grab the supplies for the ice cream: cup, lip and spoon but the moment he tries to turn on the ice cream machine, an employee hurries by him to whisper into his ear that the machine was broken, and the order the woman paid must be returned. "oh- okay... i just tell them it's not working?" the employer only nods then flees from the scene, leaving the newbie with a situation that could turn ugly in less than a minute. "um ma'am, i'm sorry to say this but currently our ice cream machine is broken. is there anything else i can help you with?"

hyungseo leans against the counter, unable to keep herself up otherwise, not minding miss highlighter as she gives her a rough nudge as she not so secretly snickers to herself. "yeah... your bathroom is locked? i'm gonna need that," she slurs to the worker, pointing towards the bathroom. she turns her head towards mcflurry girl and pokes her shoulder roughly "oh yeah... and the corner's over there miss."

her head snaps towards the sudden noise from outside, watching the bushes abnormally rustle a bit too rough. unconcerned, she turns to yoonsu impatiently.

she fails to stop herself in time as her board rams straight into the side of the building, throwing her into a nearby bush. ""

upon the abrupt slur of words that come from the woman behind her, chaeyoung can't even be bothered to put the customer in their place because she just needs something sweet in her stomach right at this moment. but, once the employee directs their attention to someone that /wasn't/ going to get her her mcflurries, she immediately turns around, noting the brief scent of alcohol. "yeah, you're excused! and sorry, the bar is down the street!" shifting back towards the cashier, she allows for a calm breath to leave her. "listen, i will be out of your hair once you get me my order. what's the total?"

the moment the blonde woman had stepped in to order, yoonsu could tell there was clearly a surge of negative energy around her as he hesitantly looked through the menu on the computer, searching for her oreo mcflurry she demanded. "alright, just give me a second to grab it but your total will be―" upon hearing another voice, he looks up from the screen and notices another woman barging in, but she seemed to be a whole another mess with the way she appeared. "um- ma'am do you need any help?"

hyungseo was not having it when she was cut in line by some yellow headed bimbo. she was drunk out of her mind, barely able to stand on her own two feet and the only reason why she was at this sticky floored "establishment" in the first place was because she needed to pee extremely badly so when this cuts her in line, she explodes. "Excuse me!" she taps the girl's shoulder. "You're gonna have to go," she slurs out, unable to find the right words to get her point across.

could her day get any worse? her photographs had developed all weirdly before she could turn them in, and then her hairstylist mixed the wrong dye and now she was stuck with an odd highlighter yellow for blonde. there was inevitable fury all built up in her tiny body and the only thing that could make her happy was an oreo mcflurry. so, as the employee greets her at the counter in the midst of her angry stomp, she doesn't bother to mutter out a friendly 'hi', but instead demand firmly. "an oreo mcflurry. actually, make it two."