The large eating area was simply just a cacophony of loud chatter and excited laughter filling the building as all of the men sat at their desired tables with whom ever they wanted with as they engulfed their dinner they've been eagerly waiting for all day. One of the long tables had a small group of a few young men raising their voices to be heard above all, which Seokjin found a bit annoying.
"I sure hope we get different meals everyday, for dinner at least, unlike back in basic.." JungSeo noted as he wiped his fingertips with a napkin.
"The food wasn't that bad." MoonJae replied.
"I didn't say it was bad," The light brown haired man said. "I just said different options from time to time would be nice."
Seokjin listened to his few friends exchange words silently as he happily munched on the mixture of purple rice and hot beef and potato soup he made. Seokjin personally didn't mind the food that the military provided them, even when it was the same meal over and over..and over again. Sure it becomes boring but as long as he was being fed, he didn't care, plus he wasn't really a picky eater. Seokjin remembered how everyday people would talk about dinner the moment they arise from their beds. Sometimes rations of food would be short so some men would negotiate trades. 'I will give you this chicken leg if you give me your bowl of rice.' Type of things. The rice paper of it made the most sense to Seokjin, heh. The Japanese regularly don't eat as much rice as Koreans do, so Koreans felt a little deprived by that alone. Seokjin always had bread on him, even if it was stale, he always had bread to eat and he would only eat parts of it if he was sick from hunger. He would never share his bread, unless he knew his friend was in dire need of calories, that was the only time he'd share some of his bread.
Seokjin swallowed his warm, delicious food before washing it down with a cool slip of water. He set his water bottle back down onto his silver tray before his dominant hand picked up his chopsticks once again.
He was trying to even them out by pressing the ends of the chopsticks down against the white napkin. He blinked and his dark eyes look up from his tray of food for a split second before looking down again..then looking up to confirm what he had just witnessed.
Seokjin paused for a moment, his brown eyes locked on the figure of the young woman that had caught his eye the moment he stepped off the ship. He leaned forward a bit to act as if he was simply just adjusting his way of sitting in the seat he was currently in, but Seokjin as really just trying to subtly get a better look at the pretty young woman from earlier.
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She appeared in the room with the wind billowing around her long crepe pink skirt before she quickly shut the door behind her. Not a soul paid any attention to her beauty nor her entering from the briskly coldness of the late evening. Her hair was straight black, eyes dark, figure a perfect hour glass. Seokjin's mocha eyes fell to the young woman's left hand to look for a ring and to his surprise and also relief, she had not a single piece of jewelry on her hands in sight. The light clicking of her heels from afar added rhythm to the chatters of all the men in the room that continued onward without pause. Her (e/c) eyes scanned the large dining room with what looked like determination in search of someone but it seemed like she couldn't find the person, or maybe even the object she was looking for.
