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He peeks inside curiously, wondering why its been so quiet lately.
He taps slowly on his IPad while he stands at the doorway, debating on entering or not.

Minghao somehow got lost in the matters of cooking, he decided to just focus on the task at hand. Not too long afterwards he is already plating the meals he had made, soon slipping off the apron that he was wearing and neatly placing it off to the side.
He took a moment to double check the food he made, wiping off any sauces that did not belong on the plate before gazing over to Soobin.
"I'm heading out. These are ready to be served. I have another job to attend." Minghao briefly gestures to the plates he made before taking his exit quietly. He hasn't been feeling well the last few days so exhaustion was apparent and he didn't wish to linger any further.

It didn’t faze Soobin to see Lucas’s surprised demeanor give way to his flirtatious nature. The taller expected it, in fact. “I do want you,” the statement was crisp, his hand leaving the shirt in favor of holding the owner’s face, slim digits greedily digging into Lucas’s cheeks with a heightened sense of possession. How needy. Pulling his visage closer, Soobin’s sharp eyes fell to hold a pair of dark ones— that trained smile returning while his grip loosened. “Working, that is.” As if Cinderella’s clock had struck 12, Soobin transferred his apron to Lucas in a matter of seconds. The decreased proximity helped. “I’m on it, Chef.” He calls out to Minghao with an apologetic glance, hands busy tying the ends of the apron around Lucas’s waist. “And Chungha, is it?” He patted the man’s hips to signal that he was done before separating to grab a pot near the woman and fill it up with water. “Call out orders or cool off.” The suggestion was cold, and only for her to hear as he lifted a pack of dried pasta and salt. It’d been a while since he’d worked in the kitchen, and unfortunately, it didn’t seem like there’d ever be a last.

Minghao was almost done setting up all the burgers that were ordered, six in total.
He placed each one on a bun with lettuce, tomatoe, mustard dijon sauce, grilled onions and finally topped with pickles.
Placing the last bun on top of each one, he was about to start making the side of mashed potatoes but notices Ning stomping her way in his direction.
For what? He thought- she placed herself behind him so he finally turns around to face her.
Eyeing her current state silently before reaching nearby for a bowl of peeled potatoes and then a masher tool.
He held it out to her with his lips finally forming a small grin.
"Princess Ning, please smash these. You can do that, yeah?"

The younger visibly jumps at the sudden shouting in her direction, head whipping to see another petite woman barging towards her. “I- I thought,” Ning could barely manage to get the words out, vision glassing over. She wasn’t used to being yelled at, nor was she used to the busy environment. Chungha caught her off guard. “St-stop yelling at me!” Her voice trembles albeit mustering up the courage to talk back. After flinching away from the spatula in the air, of course. “I don’t like when pretty girls yell at me.” And then she’s storming off to stand behind Minghao with a shaky huff, the back of her hands wiping away at her eyes.

Minghao merely allowed Soobin and Lucas to do their own thing, he was not about to state any more words than what he said except...when a little miss someone decides to buck her chest in his personal space.
He didn't bother giving her any sort of reaction nor face her if that.
He found her approach....obnoxious.
"Then do what you are good at and lead yourself over there to do something instead. This isn't Hells Kitchen with Gordon Ramsay." His words are calm as he moves around her to take out a head of lettuce to rinse and begin pulling slices for the burgers. He stopped briefly to tap his earbud so it can skip the podcast and go onto the next one before he once again minded his own business.

Chungha’s eyes roamed up the body of the creature with the GALL to boss her around in her own kitchen. Taking a quick break from swatting Ning with the spatula she dropped it and let it clatter across the stainless steel tables gesturing with her now free hand to the man who told her grab an apron, “And who the are you even?” She pointed to her own chest, “I’MMM lead chef Chungha. This is MY GOTDAMN kitchen. I make the rules here.”

With the way that Soobin was perpetually sleepy, Lucas wasn’t expecting to get snatched up into a death grip. His eyes widened in shock before he burst out laughing— it was a nervous reaction. Thinking quickly on his feet Lucas dropped his arms from trying to free himself from Soobin’s vice grip and decreased the space between them, arms circling the other’s waist, a sly grin following a tilt of his head. “If you wanted me around you could have just said that...”

Minghao finished a good amount of burgers, he set them on a plate with a covering over them so they wouldn't get cold as he grabs a cutting board and knife to take tomatoes and casually chops them into proper slices for a burger. His podcast paused briefly and he could hear chatter of more folks. He raised his gaze between the females and two men, finally speaking. " Are you guys going to make the pasta or....? Also Ning, please just set up plates for food instead of burning mother nature's given salad my dear. As for the chick I don't recognize....if you /can/ cook. Grab an apron and start washing fruits for the salad and redo it please and thank you" his words aren't rude, but merely just guiding as he goes back to minding his business and listening to the podcast.

“Right. So,” his hand deftly curls into the collar of Lucas’s shirt, “since you know so much. Maybe you can help me.” A tight smile graced Soobin’s features and left no /real/ room for the other to escape. Lucas frequented the kitchen often. He knew. The inventory checks were telling. Whatever the fiend took a liking to needed to be restocked faster.

”And when you make the pasta make sure you add a little cheese on the top freshly grated, and some garlic too.” Lucas noted, trying to exit right back out the way he came. He entered the kitchen to steal some strawberries for the champagne he already stole but now that he knew this is where everybody was… he wanted to be anywhere else.

Curious eyes scan the room, feet stoned in place with hesitance. He rarely cooked, hence this was a fairly foreign scene to him. From his peripheral he could see the two women squabbling about, and Minghao smoothly carrying out ingredients for a burger. Who knew the man could cook? Sighing, he too, grabs an apron and plucks a ticket off the roller. Lemon shrimp pasta.

Minghao stepped into the kitchen after hearing that he is on kitchen duty to help out. Not to his liking but he did what he needed to do.
He casually listened to a podcast from his earbud thats in his right ear. He caught a whiff of the burnt smell but also took a glimpse at the two females in the corner.
He shrugged a bit before putting on an apron and begins cooking burgers on the huge stove, taking a clean spatula to flip them as he is in flowing smoothly on his own.
Ensuring that he grabbed buns, condiments for the burgers.
"Hm...."

After finishing her lunch, she stepped back into the building discarding her scraps— catching the curt smell of something burning in the air and rushing back to the kitchen yelling at the first idiot she saw. “Why in the hell are you trying to cook a ing salad idiot is it your FIRST DAY ON EARTH!!?” Quickly grabbing a lid and putting it over the smoking bowl, pinching the edge of it with a kitchen towel and tossing it in the sink. “I left for ONE second.” Chungha looked her up and down, snatching the spatula and threatening to hit her with it.

She stood in front of a stove with a black stare in her eyes and a spatula held mid air, wondering how the ever-living the damn KITCHEN staff disappeared. "Is this salad supposed to be burning?" Ning asks whilst looking around.

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He finds himself sinking into the couch with a stretch of his arms before tapping away on his IPad, his brows furrowed as he concentrated at the task on hand.
It would appear that Minghao is deep into work mode, the exhaustion apparent upon his smooth features.

Minghao merely watched the interaction as he wasn't concerned about a small cut on Yeosang's finger.
He brings a hand up so he can push his reading glasses but up into a good position upon his nose bridge.
Seeing Yeosang's kind wave has Mingbao stare blankly before glancing to Jake who sits down again near him almost as if to get a sense of what Jake thinks about Yeosang.
He glances back to Yeosang with a brief nod as a greeting, "Hello. What brings you in here?"

looks at the flower guy and gives him a small smile nodding
to indicate "no problem" before just quietly going back to doing my
work finally eating my sandwich that I bought for lunch

he glanced up as he heard some footsteps coming his way and saw jake there. he flashed him a shy smile and as he noticed the bandaid, he took it with a polite nod of his head. “thank you!” he said, quickly unwrapping it to put it around his finger. “i’m used to these flowers sometimes doing this to me~” he added. as he heard another voice, he glanced over to see another staff member and waved at minghao.

Minghao having got lost on his IPad for a long while, somehow ended up working on his day off. He is still sitting at the table where Jake sat, not recognizing someone entered the lounge either.
Tuning all conversations but he soon averts his attention when Jake gets up, following the males movements as he catches sight of Yeosang.
"Flower guy." He comments.

sees the new person who likes to care for flowers come in and I smell the fresh flowers he's
holding in his hands trying not to sneeze since I am allergic but when I see him making a face like
he's hurt himself and I see his finger bleed a little and him wiping it on his pants so I get up from my
seat reaching into my pocket fishing out a bandaid then walking over to him quietly handing him the bandaid

"here it's for your finger should wash the cut then put this bandaid on so your cut doesn't
get infected"

I quietly turn walking back to my spot to sit back down

yeosang walked in the room, feeling a bit exhausted as he had a busy day planning the decor for events and getting some fresh flowers. he let out a small yawn and brushed a hand through his hair as he looked around and rushed back out to get a few roses and to leave them around to decorate. a small gasp and whimper leaving his lips as he hurt himself because of the rose. he looked at the small cut on his finger and wiped it on his dark pants.

lets out a quiet sigh and takes a sip of water tapping
my fingers gently against the counter

"I got nothing really to do plus I got many friends to hang out with so I just
come here to do some work to pass the time and I take breaks but not a lot only when
I need to"

"No, I do not work on the weekends, and I have a personal matter to attend too tomorrow. I'm simply present to see how everything is going with Icarus' employees. No business for you either?" Dacre's expression remains neutral, as his posture remains calm but professional.

He notices Dacre's calm demeanor, mentally thankful he won't get a headache for today.
"Seems like you are just lingering about? No business to attend today?" He questions the older male with a quirk of his brow.

"Minghao." Dacre states calmly. His posture straight, but relaxed, confident but not pushed. He's visiting, for a change.

"Still working even on the weekend? Thats crazy , Jake. Do you get a break once in awhile too?" He asks curiously, holding back a frown as he continues to eat away his sandwich.
Though seeing the entrance of Dacre has Minghao exhale slowly, wondering if he came sober or drunk this time around.
"Dacre." Was all he said as a form of greeting.

Dacre comes in, still in business professional attire, but he doesn't look busy. He sits calmly on the couch with an ankle over a knee, and folds his hands over the joint, and looks around, presuming there was conversation- he'd listen.

listens to minghao as he talks about the weekend being
quieter and that he has a day off today I give him a small smile

"not much just doing my usual work but not as hectic as the weekdays
since less people are complaining or asking stuff as like you said they're probably
off doing other things"