@chiaes | moving on.
to describe him as a picky eater doesn’t even begin to encompass just how finicky he truly is. it takes just one quick glance and he can accurately asses whether he’s gonna like or dislike something that’s been thrown on his plate. and, god forbid, if it happens to be the second route, he won’t tolerate the said food anywhere near him, not even at gun point.
but this is chaeyoung’s money he’s actually criticizing, since she has insisted to pay for the meal and everything, as a chance for the two idols to hang out a little and catch up on work stuff and other personal matters. “well...”, he begins, clicking his pair of chopsticks together as he pokes the first piece of meat, “this looks too dry and like it’s made of grey matter. i can already feel all my taste buds dying just by looking at it. it’s so sad. who cooked it? anyways.” he goes on, moving the pair of chopsticks towards the second piece. “too much blood. too juicy. this... you know, just no.” and he’s onto the third piece, the chopsticks pressed into it, and for the first time since they’ve entered the restaurant, a glimpse of slight content beams on his face. “huh. this actually looks decent.”
he settles for that at last, eating in silence as the need to explain himself slowly arises. “i mean, i’m happy you bought this for me. don’t get me wrong, i appreciate it. but i feel like we’ve been given the worst meat they’ve had in their kitchen. we can do a rock, paper, scissors tho. however, the loser will have to order the one food they hate the most and eat it. i hate a lot, so if i lose, i’m gonna ruin my own night. but hey, who cares?”