⟟ café

@❁ lee won『ᴏɴᴇ』ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉʳ "ugh, don't even bring up that ever again, i think being around the idols day in and day out got to me, i have to show my respect to people around me, other producers, choreographers, even older idols... i can't just call them by their name... without feeling a bit intimidated haha. of course, they are such sweethearts, i am sure they'd happily turn a blind eye to it all, but i for one, would feel quite disheartened either way, you know I'm too soft for my own good sometimes too," she waves her hand off-handedly, her cheeks showing a glistening rosy hue from embarrassment because she can't believe the 'oppa' genuinely slipped past pink couplets. upon being called demanding, the girl couldn't help but roll her eyes, knowing all too well that indeed she was quite demanding and bossy.

"you would learn to love it soon enough shhh," she mumbles with a soft snicker, nodding her head as she once again takes in a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of coffee beans, chocolate, spices, vanilla, and cream, the list goes on but those are the first few that captured belle's attention as her head swerves to take a peek at him. "mmh... i think i'd like a slice of the chocolate brownie cheesecake, that's always good, and... maybe a chilled drink? mocha chocolate chiller perhaps, add some whipped cream to the top with chocolate syrup please, thank you," the younger asks the tender behind the counter with a soft, kind smile curling on her brims. she knows all too well how hard they work and she wouldn't wish to bring them any problems or cause any strain. always being extra kind and warm to workers in such settings.

things can be quite stressful for all workers out there anyway, glancing at the male as they finally reach their seat once more, belle settled in, folding one leg over the other and leaning her dainty elbows onto the countertop, fingers drumming to one of the songs she has been obsessed with lately, chase Atlantic oh mami - an old song but still a banger in her head either way. "well, what i can say... it's stressfully frustrating as I'm sure yours is too," puffing out a deep breath, the younger gives won a wry smile, eyes twinkling in amusement as her head tips to the side curiously. "is it the same for you?" her eyes scan his features intently, a small frown marring her lips and she tries to not stare for too long where it'll possibly be considered as being rude. but the makeup artist couldn't help but reach over with a frown, giving his cheek a little pat and then poking just under his eyebags gently.

"you sir- need better sleep, you're overworking your arse off too much, and it's showing in your features, should i give you an eye cream to use? i use one from the product Himalayas - it's natural and really amazing, works so well, in a matter of a week, you'd see fewer eyebags and dark circles," giving a firm nod of her head, her blonde locks bounce with the movement and her hand moves back down to clasp with her left on the table in front of the two as her lips formulate into a small disapproving pout. "are you genuinely taking care of yourself won? when was the last time you've had a proper meal? home-cooked?"

@❁ belle lee ᵐᵘᵃ “Won oppa!.” The sudden honorifics managed to take won aback especially since they don’t really use it when they exchange text messages. He takes in her visage and it was almost comical how their outfits contrasted each other. Belle almost looked like her namesake—a princess and Won..well. He was wearing rather regular clothing. A grey shirt, some dark pants and a dark brown leather jacket.

"I must say, I got a bit of whiplash with that sudden 'oppa.' But hey, I'm not complaining. Hello, doll, it’s lovely to see you... and might I add, you look positively fancy," he chuckles, rising from his seat to fulfill her request for a hug. As he embraces Belle, her floral scent intertwines with the subtle, more masculine notes of Won’s Dior Sauvage, creating a delightful olfactory harmony. Leaning down to envelope her in his arms, Won’s familiarity with physical affection, honed by his upbringing in the States.

“You’re so demanding, even more so in real life.” The producer chuckles before pulling away and motioning for her to follow him to order.

"It's on me since you took the liberty of asking me to meet," he says graciously as they stroll towards the counter. Won casts a glance at the sizable menu ahead of them, although he already knows precisely what he wants to order: an americano, and perhaps a plain croissant to accompany it.

"I don’t think I ever asked if you liked sweets?" he inquires, gesturing towards the glass case of the café’s pastries. Each one looks inviting, but the pan au chocolat seems to beckon him irresistibly. He considers swapping out his original order for it.

Won steps up to the counter with ease, effortlessly placing his order with the worker before turning to wait for Belle to make her selection. With a quick tap of his iPhone, he settles the bill, and they return to their seats, settling in to await the arrival of their orders.

He pulls out the chair for her, a small gesture of chivalry before he settles back into his own seat. "Well... let’s hear it, doll. How’s life been?"

The last time he saw her, she had a different hair color, though the new shade suits her just as well. One might mistake her for another talent within their company, so effortlessly does she carry herself. Despite this being their first meeting after exchanging contacts, Won feels entirely at ease in her company. Perhaps it's the frequency of their text exchanges or simply the shared experience of being from the States that makes understanding each other so effortless.

@❁ lee won『ᴏɴᴇ』ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉʳ []her dp is her outfit and look okay <3

dazzling lights, flashes coming from cameras left and right, the hustle and bustle of everyday life for the young makeup artist was something she was used to, it has been a challenging year, leaving her past behind and starting new memories, creating new vibrant images to rely on that can make her happier, brighter. the chatter coming from all the idols and staff members around her, managers giving little tidbits and pointers here and there - left the blonde with a resounding headache, one that has her eyes scrunching shut, face set in a grimace that might just remain as such for quite some time.

it was nice to finally experience the city at night, not rushing from schedule to schedule, even after what people may consider work hours, belle and the poor idols as well are struggling to jump from van to van, quickly moving from one location to the other, thankfully, there weren't any schedules set for her and she got a little time for herself to unwind. the members she deals with as well, are hopefully resting, if not working their butts off in the practice room. these idols are such overachievers and even though belle is quite young, compared to the majority of them- she still tries to give a word of advice on taking care of themselves first and foremost. after all, burning out themselves to no return wouldn't do them justice, it would only break their body down into unknown parts where they won't be able to pick themselves back up. restoring some energy day and day out helps a lot of the time so belle was grateful for the older male for asking to hang out.

upon entering the cafe he sent via location, belle makes sure to look at the map just to be sure, and yes indeed, this was the quaint little cafe she came to with the group members on some trips to and fro when they would have the luxury - a rarity - to stop for a bit and indulge in something sweet, something to boost them up a little and carry them throughout the day. glancing up from her phone, the boy's manager sent her a quick rundown of the schedule for tomorrow, she would be starting up her duties from lunchtime, giving her some time to sleep in thankfully. letting out a soft sigh, she types out a message quickly in reply and she takes in the aromatic scent hitting her nostrils first thing upon entering the shop. her nostrils flared a bit, taking a deep breath and gulping down the lump lodging in , mouth salivating at the thought of finally getting something delicious in her system.

she said she would eat after getting off the phone with won, however, it was impossible when she had things to do left and right nonstop. it was a tiring day and her calves hurt her to the point of wishing she was at home in bed - but her time out would be worth it. she's sure of it. after all, the two never met before properly that is, after their coincidental gathering for a function at the company. it would be the first time that belle and won met outside of the company's doors and rather than feeling nervous and intimidated, upon spotting the tall male, dark locks falling over his features and large hand waving her over - belle felt elated and excited.

"won oppa!" belle is a bit stunned by the polite endearment of calling the older, since she's used to her American ways, they never called anyone hyung, unnie, or oppa there, so it's a bit strange getting used to, but she smiles brighter than the sun from earlier, lips curling at both corners and orbs twinkling in the dim lighting, the atmosphere already shifting to a much happier one - the pain long-forgotten as she immediately speed walked over to where he's sitting. heels clacking against the tiled flooring and she chuckles before moving over to his side and reaching out with arms to await a hug. belle grew up being touchy-feely, so it was natural for her to reach out with her arms, standing before the older, with a small pout playing on her lips, albeit not wanting it to be there - but due to belle's natural features, her lips always tend to jut out into a small pout when she's expressing herself in different ways. sometimes, it's unbeknownst to her and she doesn't really pay close attention to the fixture on her pretty features, then and there.

"am i getting a hug or not?" she muses with a small grin, Chelsea flower glides around the two in the air from her perfume of choice, the floral scent, sweet and fresh as she awaits.

@❁ belle lee ᵐᵘᵃ As Won stepped out of the building, the sky had already transitioned into dusk, marking the passage of a full day. It had become a common occurrence lately—entering the company in the morning and departing under the cloak of night. Lost in his creative pursuits, particularly in the realm of music, he found himself fully immersed in his work, often neglecting to pause for breaks. The relentless drive to excel and deliver his best compelled him to utilize even his precious free time for work. Some might characterize him as a workaholic, a label not entirely unfounded given his relentless dedication to his craft.

Venturing onto the bustling streets of Seoul, Won disembarked at the nearest subway station, opting to traverse the remaining distance on foot toward the agreed meeting spot he had shared with Belle—a cozy café where they had planned to rendezvous and possibly share a meal together after.

Meeting a friend within the confines of his workplace was a rare event for Won. He wasn't one to thrive in the company of numerous people, preferring the intimacy of smaller social circles over the clamor of large gatherings. However, he never dismissed the value of genuine connections and friendship. It was during a chance encounter with Belle at a company function that they found a natural rapport, sparking a connection that led to an exchange of contact information. Since then, the two had remained in touch.

Despite their schedules not allowing for them to actually hangout, today was different. He was finally free and she also had time. So they agreed to meet.

The café he selected had piqued Won's interest for quite some time—a spot that had garnered viral attention on social media months earlier. Renowned for its laid-back atmosphere and natural-themed décor, adorned with minimalist colors punctuated by occasional bursts of vibrant hues, the café exuded a unique charm that had captured his imagination. Recalling its reputation for exquisite lattes and refreshing iced americanos, the thought of indulging in a drink after a taxing day at work filled Won with anticipation.

As Won stepped inside, he was greeted by the delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee intermingled with the tempting scent of freshly baked pastries. Despite the inviting fragrance, the café appeared relatively quiet, offering him the freedom to choose a cozy two-seater table by the window. Settling into his seat, he eagerly awaited the arrival of his friend.

When he sees her walk in, he would wave from his seat. The establishment was not too large that it was hard to spot him, especially with the table he chose.