This month is bibimbap month. So, mostly it consist of bibimbap breakfast, bibimbab lunch, and bibimbap dinner. Self-made bibimbap, market kiosks, and restaurants are all the same. Everything is worth to try.
It's not obligation. It's not something everyone should follow. But the circumstances will, always will, push people around her to walk the path.
First, she will ask someone close if they can make one. If not, she'll ask about the person opinion on bibimbap, pestering them into detail about it. If yes, she'll ask them to make it for her breakfast the next days. Three days straight for the least.
Second, she will online-order bibimbap for her lunch. She will get bibimbap from every available stores. She will meticulously chose different places for each days. She mostly prefer the famous one.
The last is when the true journey begins. Restaurants and kiosks, her feet will come to every corners of the city at the evening to find the grandest to the most modest places for bibimbap. The trip will be at least three stops for the same menu at the same night.
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"If you cannot stomach it, just don't." She looked at her partner of the night pitifully. "I've said before that I can do this by myself."
"But I promised." The man who sat on her opposite was swirling around his food. Only some last bites, but the whole month of bibimbap push him to the limit. Not to mention that the bowl in front of him was the third one in the mere last six hours.
She putted down her spoon. "You promised me to company me, not eating with me." She gulped down her iced tea. "Oh, this tea is so good."
"But you eat it deliciously. How can I resist the urge?" The man mumbled under his breath, half shy and half want to be heard.
"Huh?" She placed down her almost empty glass. "But you aren't typically eat that much rice unlike The Kangaroo. Are you okay?"
The man looked a bit shook for literally being heard. His widened eyes then fell to his bowl. "Just few more bites," he said meekly. "I just need some more time."
"It's okay for me. I'll order bingsu while waiting. So, take your time." She smiled before proceeded to place her order.
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"So, how's the bibimbap going?" Chris sat on one of the dinning chair. His gaze shifted to mocking condolences after seeing his mate drunk face. "It's not going good I supposed." He chuckled for the groan he received.
"Hey, Nammie." Chris greeted another person who entered the kitchen. "Do you want bibimbap for breakfast? I'm gonna make one."
"Morning, Kangaroo." Nammie clung onto Chris shoulder. "Yes, please. Yours is perfect for breakfast. My second favorite."
"I'll make for three of us. The othe.."
"Just make two for both of you. I'm done with it. At least for another month." Minho grabbed his glass, chugging up all the content in one go.
"What? But yours are my number one favorite." The girl straighten up, her body tensed as a protest against the slim chance of getting delicious bibimbap anytime she craves for it.
Minho's expression contorted to an exasperated gaze. He saw Nammie like she went crazy. But then he giggled, feeling proud of his creation. Number one favorite heard so good in his ears. "I'll make you one next time. But now, please give me some space. I keep burping bibimbap from last night."
Both of his counterparts laughed at his confession.
"So, for the last day, any summary of this bibimbap research?" Chris pulled the seat next to him for Nammie to sit.
"I'll still choose one of yours for the breakfast. Or Changbin's Mom's. But for delivery, that Myeongdong market Bibimbap House is good. They sent one fast and can be stored for later." She looked at Minho. "And the last restaurant from last night is quite nice. We have to go back there some other time."
"Let's bring others." Chris smiled. He ruffled Nammie's hair before stood up to prepare their breakfast. "What do you want, Minho? I have some ramyeon."
"Ramyeon, please."
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"What?" Nammie spat at the intense gaze Minho gave her. Her mouth was full of mixed deliciousness as she kept on pushed more food while eyeing him with the same glare.
He blinked away. "Nothing." He continued to slurping his last strands of noodle.
Chris who saw it just chuckled and stood. He came back with little plates of side dishes, left over ingredients from the bibimbap he made. He was almost fold over as Minho's chopsticks touched them. Not long, he bursted out loud as Minho stood and walked to the rice cooker.
"Blame her. She makes it like it's the last thing she's gonna eat." He pointed Nammie with his sour chin. "It's looking delicious," he added in whisper.
Chris wizzing as Nammie protesting the accusations.
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"Say, Hannie," she started. "Where do you think I can get the most delicious cheesecake?"
"Oh! I have a favorite place. I can.."
"Nooo! Don't you dare to say it!" Minho's hand on his mouth.
"Hyung?" Jisung's eyes widened in question.
"Trust me. It's a torture." Minho answered with a glare towards Nammie. He only got her stick-out tongue.
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