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"Is this really the restaurant you had in mind? I mean, we have so many better options—maybe we can go to one of th—" Hiya's nervous chatter was abruptly silenced by the sharpness of Jimin's glare, as piercing as an arrow finding its mark. It was a look that spoke louder than words, making her swallow the rest of her sentence like a bitter pill. The unspoken command hung heavy in the air, and she clamped her lips shut, her words vanishing as if snatched by the wind.
"Actually, it's the closest and the least crowded, plus the chef here is top-notch. So, how about we save your pick for next time?" Jimin started with a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes, but by the end of his sentence, a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He leaned in slightly, dropping his voice as he added with a flirty wink, "Is that alright, my lady?" His gaze lingered just long enough to soften the tension, like a spark igniting between them.
"Okay, sure!" Hiya squealed, her voice high and sweet, like the chirp of a delighted bird. Her cheeks flushed as she beamed up at Jimin, unable to hide the way his playful charm made her heart flutter.
"You're so cute, I just want to tuck you in my pocket and carry you around," Jimin cooed, his voice softening as he looked at her with playful affection. His teasing words were like a warm breeze, wrapping around Hiya, while his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that made her feel small and cherished in the best way possible
"Oh, really, mister?" she flirted, lifting a perfectly manicured hand and lazily showing off her nails, as if they were polished weapons. Batting her lashes with an innocent yet knowing gleam, she added, "But don't get it twisted—I'm not so easy to catch." Her voice was honeyed, but the challenge in her eyes sparkled like a hidden blade, daring him to play along.
"Hahaha sure. I love challenges that too pretty ones like you." Jimin said while his famous eye smile was on display.
"Sir and Ma'am, what would you like to order for yourselves?" A waitress approached their table, her notepad poised in hand, offering a polite smile. Her tone was professional, but there was a practiced warmth in her voice as she waited, pen hovering, ready to capture their choices. The gentle clinking of nearby silverware and soft hum of conversation filled the air as she stood patiently, her presence blending seamlessly with the quiet ambiance of the restaurant.
"Go ahead & order anything of your choice ." Jimin asked Hiya to order.
Hiya scanned the menu with sharp eyes, her finger lingering over the premium section as she confidently selected nearly everything that caught her attention. Without hesitation, she placed Jimin's order too, as if she knew his tastes by heart. Jimin watched with quiet admiration, a smirk tugging at his lips. He couldn't help but be impressed by her bold choices, each one a reflection of her refined taste and playful confidence. It was as if she was crafting a dining experience that matched her own flair, leaving him curious for more.
"So, Jimin-ssi," Hiya began, her voice light but edged with curiosity as she tested the waters, "is this just a friendly date, or... something more?" Her eyes flickered with a mix of playfulness and uncertainty as she leaned forward slightly, searching his face for any sign of where this was heading. The question hung in the air, delicate yet charged, like a string pulled taut, waiting for his response to either ease the tension or snap it entirely.
