Miso soup ┊ Changlix [OLD]

第二

CHAN PLACED ONE of his pale hands into the air, catching the attention of one of the brown haired waiters, wearing a tight black shirt and some ripped ivory jeans.

He came over with a smug expression on his face, his eyes scanning the three rebellious males with pure unearthed judgement in his eyes.

He didn't however, make any comments and the ordering process went smoothly until the male went to leave..

Jisung, who was sitting on the outside of the table, stuck out one of his converse adorned feet, the other tripping over it with a glare. Yet he made no attempt to argue with Jisung and instead walked away biting his tongue, with a facial expression that Antarctica would be jealous of.

Once the waiter was out of hearing range, Chan raised an eyebrow at Jisung, questioning his motives, a slight twang of disapproval shining in his eyes.. Jisung simple shrugged with a smirk, his eyes wandering to Changbin as his eyes widened slightly in mock innocence.

"Changbinnie, swaps seats with me?" he asked, his lips forming a pout as his eyes remained attached to the window beside Changbin.

Changbin had learnt not to question Jisung and without hesitation, he stood up from his seat to swap with the other. He didn't think it would cause a problem. Boy was he wrong.

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All of them were shocked by the quick service, their food arriving in less than 15 minutes upon many different sparkling platters and ceramic bowls.

The steam hovered around the beautifully medium cooked meat, the lettuce was crisp and a lively green, and the noodles were pale in colour.

Changbin's mouth watered at the sight, his hands reaching out for the authentic wooden chopsticks before he was interrupted with a soft "hey?".

Looking up in response, he was met with the waiter from previous, who had a small chocolate cake in their hand, loaded up with chocolate fudge frosting. Changbin's eyebrows furrowed, not recalling ordering a cupcake,

"Hey I think you've got the wr-". Changbin's words were cut off as he suddenly smelt the soft chocolate and could taste it upon his pouted lips. His eyes widened in shock before an angry expression rested on his face, he could barely see because of the frosting impairing his vision but he could tell the waiter was laughing from the harsh chuckles that hit his ears.

His hands clutched the chopsticks, wood splintering as if threatening to snap them as he heard snickers from the left of him, his eyes falling on Jisung with a glare.

It was Jisungs fault, he shouldn't have angered the waiter in the first place! Not only that but he had tricked him!

Jisung offered him a tissue, his hand reaching out and snatching it as he wiped the chocolate off his face. He still felt rage bubbling, stuffing his face with his chopsticks as he thought of a revenge plan.

He eventually decided to leave his soup, stirring it aimlessly as he waited for a waiter to come over.

His eyes remained attached to the bowl until he heard gentle steps, hearing a waiter approaching them and with a glint in his eye, he smiled down at the bowl.

Once the other came close enough so he could see his patent shoes, his hand reached for his bowl, throwing the liquid in one motion. It was sudden, Chans mouth agape and the waiter's eyes tightly closed.

It was only then did his eyes fully lift up and notice the other. And he swore the waiter had brown hair last time? He watched as the blonde males eyes teared up, his hands dusting off the assortment of the vegetables that decorated his pale white shirt, as he turned away sharply.

And Changbin wished he didn't buy Miso Soup.