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I miss you, gattina.

I’d attempt to be humble and claim that I don’t know what merits my presence being missed by yourself, cucciolo, but we both know myself better than that. Fortunately for you, it seems I have risen from the grave I dug myself with my piled work prior to my group’s comeback. You’ll hear me mewl a request for your company in the comfort of your own restaurant soon enough.

#.re #joonmveon #.cucciolo

[X] (sends this kinda late, doesn't really care.)

Send me a [x] to see my muse’s favorite picture of your muse

Ah, I really like this picture in specific. It looks like my cucciolo has just gotten up from a nap and I find it endearing how you can still appear to be quite handsome regardless. [x]

#joonmveon #.cucciolo #.re #.enjoyment #It's unfair how you look flawless regardless.

( joonmveon )

[ ✉ → gattina ] Miss K, I miss you, amata. If it’s your treat, then there is a 100% chance that I’m accepting your kind invitation. If not, then I’ll have to think about it.

「 ✉ → cucciolo 」 Do you honestly? It seems I haven’t been too kind to you by shirking off visiting you for some time. I apologize, tesoro. How charming of you, Joo’; you are fortunate I’m not old fashioned in the faintest sense of the term. Most women would be appalled whereas I’m amused by the concept of you thinking I’ll allow my princess pay for anything we’ll go out and dine on together. 「 ✉ ← ʆux」

「 ✉ → cucciolo 」 So tell me, principessa, what do you crave? "You" is not a proper answer, mind you. 「 ✉ ← ʆux」

#.re #joonmveon #.principessa

Taste Tester // Chris x Joonmyeon

The shop was just about to close up, they only had about 30 minutes left and she was the very last server on the floor. No one had come in for the past hour, so Chris spent her time in the back, baking. In fact, she wanted to try and add a new item to the menu but she wasn't sure how her boss would like it, Blue Berry Cheese Cake Cookies. She hadn't made them for herself yet, but she wanted to try them out in the store. Lost in baking, she didn't notice anything going on until the door opened the bell rang.

"One moment!" She called out, and wiped her hands off on a towel before, she and her way to the front. Seeing, it was just a man by himself she pointed to all the tables. "You can sit anywhere you'd like." There wasn't anyone else in the place at all. "I'll be right with you in one second. I have to get some things out the oven."

#c.p #c.tastetester #joonmveon

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Joomyeon frowned when glancing at Sunhee, who sat on the couch while distractedly doing something on her mobile phone. There was clearly something wrong between them, the atmosphere was heavy and he couldn’t look her in the eyes. Before he left for Italy, they had a small argument, but the chef really thought everything would be alright by the time he returned. “Are you really just going to sit there all day while I cook our lunch, mhm?”, his tone was casual, almost a playful attempt to break the ice. “Fine, I’ll leave.” Her harsh tone made the male raise an eyebrow, firstly taken by surprise. “Yah, Sunhee, I was kidding.”, he kept an eye on the boiling water in front of him, but raised his sight to see where she was going. “Come back here, stop being like this!”

She couldn’t even remember why their relationship became that awkward after being close to one another. They would spend a lot of time together, at her apartment, at his restaurant or go out for a walk, but then something happened that broke that special bond they had. Sunhee knew that whatever it was, made her feel really upset, to the point of not even answering his calls. But it was pointless to think about that after so long, he had gone to his trip and well, she had gotten over it. Her feelings toward him weren’t bad, but she felt rather uncomfortable around him, unlike before.

Not even a single word was said, Joonmyeon was focusing on cooking and Sunhee just played games on her phone. "How was your trip?” “How have you been?” She wanted to say so many things but none of it came out, it wasn’t good to ask such questions as if nothing happened, perhaps they had to talk about the misunderstanding between them. She was sure he was thinking about the same thing. But his attempt to break the ice, didn’t really help.

❝ Fine, I’ll leave. ❞

Her words were sharp and came out without her even realizing it, and when she noticed she was already on her way toward the door and she was clearly too stubborn to stop half way and turn back or to apologize for being rude. “Come back here, stop being like this!” He had that sort of power over her to make her stop from whatever she wanted to do, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it. She rolled on her heels and walked inside the kitchen, stopping only when she was right in front of him, her face being completely blank and arms loosely crossed against her chest.

❝ Okay, I’m here. What now? ❞

#joonmveon #[ reply. ]#[ so like I'm making this into a thread after ages just because I wanted to but I've been busy and wheezes. I'm sorry. ]

joonmveon Since he was a chef, people always asked Joonmyeon to bring food over, no matter if homemade or not. It was funny how even when he wasn’t working, he was working. As the male walked towards Jinri’s residence, cellphone held against his ear, he began serarching for a fast food place nearby. “But tell me, what exactly would you like to eat? I think all restaurants are closed… But I can cook you something, maybe?”

Holding her phone against her cheeks, Jinri listened to Joonmyeon from the other end of the line. She wasn’t craving for anything in particular, but surely some food does sound good right about now. Humming in thought, the twenty-one year old idol then replied. “Mm? Well - I do love your cooking the best, so yes please cook something up for me. How about some sushi? “

#d.ialogue #// I hope you don't mind me doin' this #joonmveon

The Unexpected || [ J & H ].

The sun was up and about, peeping its bright rays through the atavist’s curtain blinds. She pulls her blanket over her face to hide from the light. It was Saturday, the start of the weekend. Normal college students would be out with their friends and having the time of their lives; however, Harumi typically spends it alone-- studying. She sits up as a sigh slowly escapes past her lips, her hair disheveled and hands resting on her thighs. Her daily morning usually starts with her making her coffee and dressing ready to leave the house with her books. Today, she decided to give some time to herself and to simply relax. It was unusual of her to do this, but last night before she went to sleep, she found something that sparked her interest.

( FLASHBACK. )

Her hands were busy typing, clicking, and scrolling for an Italian restaurant that would suit her taste. It was a habit of hers to do some research before heading out to an unknown place. Her eyes were darting from one review to another before she spotted on a familiar name. Kim Joonmyeon. It sounded so familiar, but she could not remember why his name was sticking to her mind or even clicked when she saw it. The details that she read explained that he was a chef and the owner of this particular restaurant. Overall, the place had good reviews, so she wrote down the address and phone number on a post it note in which she stuck to her memo board. The name continued to run through her mind as she laid in her bed with her eyes closed shut.

( PRESENT. )

Putting on her simple attire which included: black leggings and her favorite plaid shirt. She grabbed her bag, placing it over her shoulder and waited for the car to arrive in the front of her apartment complex. Her bodyguard was in his casual clothes as she told him her destination. He would be off visiting a friend which he had permission from her to, whilst she would go to the Italian restaurant. It was his job to take care of her, but she could easily handle predators herself without a second of hesitation. As soon she arrived, she took a long stare at the inside of the restaurant before actually heading in. The waiter carefully lead Harumi to her table and a menu was placed in front her. She exchanged a soft thank you.

Harumi was the type to call out the chef to help her place her order because she was a bit picky with her food when at a new place. The ambiance of the restaurant was particularly nice. She can feel the culture flowing in her through its aesthetic interior. The waiter was still waiting for her patiently as she was in admiration of the restaurant. She closed her menu and spoke her first words, “Can you call out the head chef?” She meant no harm with her words. All she wanted was to speak about the menu. Secretly in the back of her mind, she wanted to meet the man named Kim Joonmyeon, the name that kept lingering in her mind.

#starter.#joonmveon #[ p: the unexpected. ]#( sorry that it took so long. )#( it's not top-notch but bear with me. ;u; )