The dwaeji gukbap's steam, filled my nose as I set aside my computer and files neatly on the empty chair beside me. The rice wine's aroma from the pork rice soup's milky broth tingles my senses. There is also a dollop of gochujang which Jimin described as a red pepper paste to compliment the dish.
My kalguksu also simmered down. Its anchovy broth seasoned with spring onions, seaweed, and tofu made my tummy grumble.
Yes, I ordered two dishes. And no, I don't give a damn if I get fat.
The guys were all giving me the eye when I announced what I will be having and I answered them with a swift shoulder shrug that says I can devour the two dishes, no big deal. Curse Jimin for bringing me here and curse Johnnie for describing out the menu.
Carbs, I know. But who the fuck cares? There are no calories when foods are served this way.
The pork bones in my gukbap are warm now, just the way I like it. I firmly get a hold on my chopsticks when I felt someone's overwhelming presence linger in front of me.
Jungkook. God, what now?
I stopped in my tracks and noticed Jungkook eyeing me. He was furrowing his eyebrows at me and I shot him an incredulous look. He doesn't seem to budge though. His stare was calculating.
I quickly glanced around and noticed Jimin was not in his seat while Johnnie was slouched on his examining his shots while taking his time eating his chimaek which is a set of deeply fried chickens and a whole lot of beers, too immersed to realize I was looking at him. Or maybe too drunk to realize I'm staring at him. All three of them decided to order chicken and beer.
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Fanfiction"Where the fuck am I?" I blurted out as I regained my consciousness. My voice was hoarse from the strangulation. My body aches. I was tasting the metallic flavor of my own blood. Curse this. I was drugged and dragged here to this place. I began to f...