CHAPTER 2
Just to let you know on Korean honorific. I’m using it on my story. Enjoy reading.
A female address an older female: 언니 (unni)
A female address an older male: 오빠 (oppa)
A male address an older female: 누나 (nuna)
A male address an older male: 형 (hyung)
a junior address his/her senior in either school or workplace: 선배 (sunbae)
a senior address his/her junior in either school or workplace: 후배 (hoobae)
Other terms are:
-Ahjusshi (아저씨): a term used to address a middle-aged man
-Ahjumma (아줌마): a term used to address a middle-aged woman
-Halmoni (할머니): "grandma"; used to address an elderly woman
-Harabuhji (할아버지): "grandpa"; used to address an elderly man
-Umma (엄마): "mom, mommy"
-Appa (아빠): "dad, daddy"
Hyun Seong P.O.V
“Come on guys. Let’s go, quick. We should have fun,” Ki Seob jumps excitedly as we step out of the hotel. It’s not even long after we reach the hotel from the long hour plane. I just barely sleep for 1 hour and yet this kid here is all excited. Our concert is supposed to be on the 20th but we decide to come here earlier to have some fun as well as sight seeing. I look up at the sky and the sun is shining brightly above my head. I glance at my watch showing 4 in the afternoon. It’s supposed to be fun at this time but all I feel like doing now is to have a good rest after that stupid jet lag.
Ki Seob insists on visiting this café once we reach. I’m okay with it but can’t we visit it later or tomorrow. For me, a good sleep is much better.
“Can’t we go later or tomorrow?” I say tugging my hands into the pocket of my jeans while walking lazily. More like dragging my legs forward.
“No. The shop will be close later. We’re almost there. Cheer up hyung. I’m sure you won’t regret coming once you sees the beautiful waitress there,” Ki Seob chirps.
“Ughh,” I groan and tug my hand deeper. There’s no way to fight that hyper boy. Ki Seob found out about this café on the web. What’s the big deal? It’s just another restaurant. But he keeps on saying it’s different, that this place is very famous and all the workers are very good-looking. The workers there even got fans like us. I doubt that, how handsome or pretty would they be. I smirk to myself, I’ll find out soon enough.
“Here. I think it’s here,” Ki Seob shouts and head into the café. I sigh and gets in as well.
“Ya ya. Is this the place? Wow, it’s nice. Look at the design,” that boy, says out loud. Isn’t he supposed to know better? The aroma of the coffee hits my nose once I enter and I’m so getting some coffee later.
“Hello. Welcome. Please take a seat,” a voice greets us. I almost cough out when I see a beautiful tall lady smiling sweetly at us. Damn, that Ki Seob kid is right. She got a sharp feature but suits perfectly on her oval face. Her hair is in hazel colour with curly wave, wearing simple yet chic waitress attire. White short-sleeve button-down blouse, black skirt, waist apron, and black shoes. Dong Joon choose the last end corner table and we order ourselves some food.
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