Jisoo brought Taehyung to a Western restaurant.
It was past 9:00 pm and there were not many people inside. The lights from the window shined silently into the snowy night, making the entire place feel exceptionally quiet.
The waiter came forward to take their orders. Taehyung accepted the menu but placed it onto the table.
“My English is not good. You decide.”
Jisoo could empathize. Many Korean citizens were unwilling to speak up when they ventured overseas. Taehyung also used to be a soldier and hadn’t ever left the country before. It would have been unbelievable if he could speak fluent English.
Jisoo didn’t beat around the bush. She looked over the menu and named several dishes to the waiter in English without delay. After stealing a glance at Taehyung, who was seated opposite her, she spoke even faster, instructing the waiter, “He doesn’t eat tomato sauce, so don’t add it to any of the dishes. He prefers his beef in large pieces. Also, don’t add onions, he doesn’t like them. Do you serve tea? Yes, it’s fine as long as there is tea, and British black tea is fine... No, he absolutely does not drink milk tea...”
As she was explaining the other dietary preferences he had, she suddenly became aware of his piercing eyes on her face.
However, upon lifting her head, she saw Taehyung’s eyes were slightly lowered. He had picked up the glass cup in front of him to slowly drink some water. Everything seemed normal.
Jisoo’s face started to heat up.
He didn’t... understand all that, right? If he could understand that, then his English comprehension for the college entrance examination must have been at least full marks—he’d have no problem listening to something like the BBC on a usual basis.
Impossible. A soldier wouldn’t normally have to use English.
When she thought of it that way, she began to calm down again.
Jisoo quickly realized that she wasn’t feeling extremely anxious or nervous—the night wasn’t as unbearable as she had feared it would be.
While waiting for their food to be served, she tried to decide what conversation topic would be most casual and natural for them. Opposite her, Taehyung had removed his jacket to show off a dark grey outdoor fleece. His hands rested lightly on the table. Jisoo’s gaze fell on his clothes. Hmm... His style is very practical—water resistant and warm. He looks nice as well. His figure seems firm and proportionate. He’s rather knowledgeable about fashion products, and... actually has rather good taste in fashion.
Just then, Taehyung asked in an even voice, “Do you dine in this restaurant often?”
Jisoo immediately responded, “Not very often. I’ve never stayed in America for a very long—only a few weeks at a time back in university during winter and summer breaks. My brother brought me here a couple of times and I thought it was alright.”
Taehyung looked at her with a dark intensity and nodded.
Jisoo started talking about the food, chefs, and the surrounding attractions of the restaurant. Taehyung had always been a man of few words. Even though he sometimes said things that made her heart pound and her face flush, they were always short and concise things. However, Jisoo noticed today that if he had the desire to engage in a deep conversation with someone, he could take the lead and do so.
She was speaking the most right now. However, with just the occasional sentence or two he could lead the conversation from the restaurant to her university life, and then from there to her hobbies and interests. By the time Jisoo noticed this, she had basically revealed every major life event, family relationship, good and bad habit—he seemed to immediately commit everything she said to memory.

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Our Glamorous Time( A Vsoo adaptation novel by Ding Mo)
FanfictionKim Jisoo once thought the man she wanted would be handsome and formidable, able to "create clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another turn" in the business world, causing her to look up to him in admiration. There would be nothing he co...