❛ cafe

@kawaji kensuke。 Despite being around so many people as of lately, Mark tried his best not to show that he is drained socially and physically tired. The last thing he wanted was Kensuke to be under the impression that Mark wasn’t excited so he kept a friendly smile upon his features.
The compliment of his Japanese speaking earned a delighted gasp, “Really? I’ve been practicing, I didn’t want you to force yourself to speak Korean or English if your native language is easier. Plus its more knowledge for me, so no harm done. I find the japanese language to be beyond wonderful.” He expressed himself, his head tilting down for a brief nod.

Finally reaching a hand up, Mark takes off his ball cap to fully reveal his flat hair that he didn’t style for today’s endeavors, though his reading glasses stay put neatly on his face. It took him a little to realize that Kensuke pulled a chair out for him, as he immediately bows his head in a polite manner while he carefully sat down.
Wiggling his a little as a means to represent he is fully comfortable in the chair before peering his brown orbs to glance up at Kensuke while he pours the water. ‘How nice’ Mark thought to himself, he couldn’t really pin point the last time someone was genuinely this kind apart from his job.

He is soon pulled out of his thoughts when Kensuke begins to speak about the food being ordered which means he already paid-
“I-“ Mark begins to speak while he shuffles in his pockets for his all black leathered wallet, that seems like its worn down but he wasn’t huge on spending.
“I wanted to contribute, I can help pay. How much do I owe…?” He politely questioned, feeling guilty that he wasn’t able to offer sooner.
But Kensuke is soon telling him that he is getting the beverages and pastries. His eyes casually lingered at the movement of Kensuke, until he got back.
Mark’s lips part to exhale a small breath as he was about to speak his attention is directed to the gift bag.
“What?!” He exclaimed, catching how loud he is while he immediately smacks his right hand to cover his mouth in shock before slowly setting it back down in his lap. Leaning over the table just a tad to squint his eyes in the direction of the older male.
“You got me stuff too..?! I came empty handed…how can I repay you?” His tone is whispered as to not attract attention, shoving his wallet back in his back-pocket before pushing aside his ball cap to allow for more room on the table.
“You’re too sweet, Kensuke…you didn’t have to do all this. But…” Mark pauses as he raises a finger to point at the lemon bread, an immediate expression of joy obvious on his face and if his eyes could sparkle they would definitely be doing so.
“Is that yours?! Oh, right. Medicine ball.” He recollects, carefully picking up his own cup to bring the beverage to his lips, a small sip could be heard before he is humming in delight.
“Oooh~ Its delicious! How is yours? Your coffee, I mean.” He corrects himself, as sets down his cup. Though his brown eyes were definitely keen on the lemon loaf that stared at him first-
“Was…it hard for you to get away from work to hang out with me? Also, thank you for hanging out with me. I hope I don’t disappoint, especially if you’ve seen my music videos or interviews-“

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@mark tuan。 Mark looks like a celebrity, despite the casual clothes. He’s polished, pretty, and put-together. It must be the consequence of working in the entertainment industry. Lots of pressure to keep up with physical appearance. Kensuke perks up when he hears his name, followed by Mark’s approach, and words of flattery. Kensuke wants to shake his head and modestly decline the compliment. Given the situation, he chooses to thank Mark instead. As the other attempts to communicate in Japanese, Kensuke’s gaze softens. He offers a smile, but this one was different than the ones before. This smile was more genuine, more sweet. “Hajimemae.” He replies, dipping his head again. Then, he moves to pull out the chair for the other to sit, careful not to disturb the gift bag directly underneath. “You speak Japanese well. Thank you for joining me today.” After, Kensuke seats himself. He wipes off the condensation from the pitcher with a napkin, before pouring the lemon infused water into Mark’s empty glass.

The sounds of the water being poured always fascinated Kensuke. Perhaps it was because it brought him a sense of peace. Water can take on many forms. It can be both gentle and powerful. The duality impressed him. Kensuke was always a fan of the concept of duality. After pouring water for Mark, he pours for himself. “Our order should be ready soon.” Kensuke had already ordered and paid. He places the pitcher down, grasping his glass and taking a sip. Only a moment passes before the buzzer at the table goes off. Kensuke sets his glass back on the coaster, excusing himself to go and grab their order.

The gift bag below Mark’s chair was addressed to Mark. It was bag big enough to fit an iPad, simple color, and simple design. Inside, there were several items: a master chief keychain (because Mark mentioned being a fan of the video game Halo), a raccoon crochet plush (since Mark mentioned really liking raccoons in passing), and a handful of Kensuke’s favorite Japanese childhood snacks (because he knew Mark was passionate about food).

At the counter, Kensuke returns the buzzer and thanks the cafe worker. On the tray sits Mark’s medicine ball, a slice of lemon pound cake, Kensuke’s drip coffee, and a small slice of tiramisu. He’s pleased by the presentation, carefully making his way back towards the table. When he returns, he announces his arrival in Japanese, and thanks the other for waiting. As he places the food and drinks down carefully, he mentions the gift bag. “When we leave, please take it with you.” Finally, he takes a seat, legs crossed, and sips from his drip coffee. “How is your medicine ball?” There’s a pause. “Is the cake to your taste?”

@kawaji kensuke。 As Mark stood there with his palms sweating and contemplating what exactly he would chat about, despite his cheerful and talkative persona he was also overthinking that maybe its a bit too much energy for people.

His light brown irises scan around, before he starts moving up the stairs of the cafe when he didn’t see anyone that resembles Kensuke on the first floor, he was internally praying that no one recognized him and made a scene, thankfully so that did not occur. With each step he took, he could feel his nerves pick up pace but as his eyes scanned over the perimeter before landing on a taller Japanese male who happened to have wave in the direction of Mark. ‘Oh crap’ is the first thought Mark had as this suddenly became real.
His immediate reaction is to curve his lips upward into a friendly smile as he shuffles over eagerly, the expression he holds is one that represents a sign of enjoyment.
“Kensuke!” He chirps happily as all the nerves he felt, suddenly vanished.

“Its very lovely to meet you as well, woah you are taller in person….you also exude model presentation.” Mark’s tone is excited but polite, the offering of water has his eyes glancing down towards the clear glasses before returning their gaze back to Kensuke as he nods in acceptance of the water.
“Of course, thank you so much ~ Oh! Wait wait, Ive been practicing.” He takes a moment to clear his throat while composing himself, the furrowing of his brows noticeable as he musters up the courage to speak.
“ Kon'nichiwa, watashinonamaeha Mark Tuan! Hajimemae …” he pauses as he was unsure about the last part before a brief chuckle emits as he shakes his head, his brown locks shifting out of place but he is soon fixing it by raising his hand to ruffle up his hair lazily before simply smiling.

@mark tuan。 [DM]
[Kensuke receives your message]
- Don’t be sorry. You’re right on time
- It’s not too busy today. So, I got us a table on the second floor

The table has its own umbrella, most of the outside tables did, shielding cafe patrons from the harsh uv rays of the sun. On the table were two coasters, two small empty glasses, and a modest pitcher with lemon infused water. The pitcher was sprinkled with condensation that was dripping down the glass. It appeared that the pitcher was sweating, looking more nervous than the man who sat at the table. Kensuke sits alone, legs crossed gracefully, while scrolling through his work messages. As promised, he was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. Casual clothes for a casual outing. He feels a soft breeze. It tousles a few strands of hair, making it slightly askew. He finger-combs the tendrils back into place, but a few pieces of his front fringe still cascade down his forehead.

He seems calm, his expression hides any hint of nervousness well; the perks of being a model. It was their first meeting face to face. Anyone would be a little nervous. But, Kensuke seems peaceful. He inhales slowly, chest rising and falling after an exhale. He chose the second floor for the view, as it overlooked the river, and they could easily people watch if it got too awkward. ‘I hope he likes it…’ He thinks to himself, glancing at the gift bag hidden under the chair. His thoughts wander as he scans the cafe with anticipation. When he sees a familiar figure, one that matches the photo in his messages, he waves. Kensuke stands, practically towering over the table. He dips his head slightly to bow and greets the other man with a polite smile. The atmosphere is a little awkward, but that’s to be expected. “Nice to finally meet you in person. Hopefully the commute was smooth…” There’s a pause before he speaks again, “would you like some water?” He gestures towards the pitcher, making a move to pour some water into the empty glass closest to Mark.

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@kawaji kensuke。 [DM]
- Ohh you look comfy! :thumbs up:
- I’ll see ya shortly!

[Mark sends a message 30 min later ]
- I’m here but I hope its the right place :skull: Sorry if I’m a little late…

With the message being sent, Mark purses his lips in thought wondering if he actually was at the right spot.
He decided to shrug it off and simply tuck his phone back into his back pocket, taking a moment to reach up and remove the face mask he was wearing, so he didn’t look like he is sick when he first meets Kensuke in person.
His nerves were starting to creep up but he merely stood by the cafe entrance, fiddling a little with his face mask.


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After finished eating dinner in Konbini, Wonyoung bought an umbrella left. She walked on the raining street of Seoul. She didn't want to go home yet so she decided to take some walk. Walking in the rain was so nice. It was cold. Soon, she saw a small cafe nearby. It was a cute and very aesthetic cafe. She went it after close her umbrella and put it in the umbrella stand. She greeted the cafe staff back and stood on the counter, reading the menu. "One hot Vienna coffee please." She ordered and paid for it. She waited aside until her coffee was done made. Then she took a seat by the window again, enjoying the view of the raining street while having a small cup of happiness of coffee. She daydreaming in there with a smile, sipping her coffee very gently to enjoy the moment. A simple thing could make her happy despite her busy schedules she has as an idol.

@kim jiwoong。 shoma was invited to a cafe, a hidden gem that was local to the area. it was local to his neighborhood, but he had never been there. it screamed hipster and quaint. he didn’t frequent these types of establishments often, if at all. in his down-time, shoma spends it doing pr for his social media; it’s his second job. second to be a day laborer. despite his hectic schedule, he always makes time for those he deems important to him; so here he was, hanging out with an idol, and out of his element. curiously, he observes his surroundings; taking note of the minute details in the decor. the music seems to be lofi, something that could be undetectable if there were enough conversations happening. shoma closes one eye, the sun was in his eyes. but it casts a golden hour glow on his features. his irises seem to twinkle from the lighting, but they almost always twinkle when he’s being mischievous. he looks up at jiwoong, impressed by the other’s visuals. ‘he’s an idol after all.’ shoma thinks to himself, leaning forward to take a sniff. he pretends to be skeptical. “you first, pretty boy.”

@nagumo shoma。 the scent of freshly roasted coffee beans was accompanied by the sound of sweet light music playing on the cafe speakers. jiwoong returned to the little table nestled in corner where the sun peeked through to cast a glow on shoma, sliding shoma's drink order to him as jiwoong took a seat across from him with his drink. jiwoong took a deep breath, indulging in the scent of the cafe as he leaned into his palm, his brown eyes gazing at shoma with a smile. "try it," he ordered lightly without his gaze fazing from the other, "this place never disappoints with their drinks."