/ˈpetrīˌkôr/
: the pleasant smell of earth after it rains
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"Do you like Byeol?"
Seungcheol threw him a disgusted look, slapping the back of his head. "T-that's like liking a- a sister! Hell nah!"
"Okay..." Jeonghan looked down, aw...
The three nodded at the waiter, setting their menus down on the wooden table. The waiter scanned the notepad. "Large kimchi stew with extra tofu, three bowls of steamed rice, three plates of pork belly, cheese gamjajeon, one apple mocktail and two Kirin beers?"
He looked amongst the three customers, seeing them nodding to confirm their order. "Your food will be ready in 15 minutes."
With that, they thanked him as he left for the kitchen. Seungcheol turned in his seat, playing a balancing game with the metal chopsticks against Chan. "I swear if you guys drop the chopsticks I'm cancelling your beer orders."
The two boys whipped their heads towards Byeol, their eyes widening. "You wouldn't dare."
Byeol chuckled at Seungcheol's remark, slowly raising her hand in the air. "Oh, I would, Cheol."
Seungcheol lunged at Byeol from across his seat in a poor attempt to hide her hand from any onlooking waiters or waitresses. She kicked him under the table, receiving a little "Ack-" from her best friend. "Let me have my beer!-"
"Ouch stop pulling my hair-"
"Hyung sit down, everyone's looking at us."
That's when Seungcheol remembered that they were in a pub and not in the soccer field, where he could easily tackle her whenever she gets on his nerves. Seungcheol darted his eyes around the place, where, true to Chan's words, people were murmuring and giving him questioning looks. He coughed to distract them from the growing color on his cheeks, which only increased when people started giggling. 'What's so funny?' Seungcheol wondered.
"It's those athletes from K.U." "Is that Lee Byeol??" "Who's that?" "They're famous college athletes!" "Choi Seungcheol looks even better up close!" "Why are they famous?" "Who's that other dude, he's cute." "The girl is a basketball player and the boy is a soccer player. I saw his motorcycle outside." "I want a picture!" "Me too!"
"This is all your fault." Byeol sneered, watching Seungcheol lower down onto his chair. He had his lips in a straight line, awkwardly tapping his nails on the table. "Imagine the screams if Jisoo-hyung was with us-"
