night ramen.
dahyexrk:
@rkhoseok
The night was late and her body was tired. Dahye wanted to just hop on the last train but she had made some plans to have a really late meal with a friend a few days before. Sad part about it really is that the clouds above her looked like they would start raining anytime. But that was why God gifted her with long legs and a decent sense of direction. Also the fact she was dressed warmer and ready for the wet weather. She was lucky enough that the place wasn’t too far and by the time she got to the ramen shop, Hoseok was seen waiting inside at the bar. Drops of water could be felt on her face so she was even more thankful she made it to shelter in time.
“Jesus! Sorry I’m late.” Dahye called to him the moment she walked threw the door. She gave a smile to the cooks behind the counter and gave Hoseok’s shoulder a squeeze, “Hope you weren’t waiting too long. Tried to get out as fast as I could.”
Even though it was late as hell, this was actually something she was use to back in Japan. She lived like a night owl then, going to places that stayed open until dawn and got dinner at like 1am. Her clock just ran differently and getting to see Hoseok after a long time was just great.
hoseok had been in seoul for a few months now but still the winding streets and neighborhoods all looked too similar. new york had been a labyrinth in itself but he had grown familiar with its tall high rises and large crowds of people. but seoul was a new playground and he found himself twisting around too often looking at signs with his phone in hand, squinting at the small map every other day.
when dahye had invited him out for late night ramen, he had been a bit anxious, too wrapped up in thoughts of navigating the streets at night. but the desire to see one of closest friends have won over his nerves. his stomach grumbles as he quickly moves down the sidestreet, his phone in hand as he follows the directions pretty easily. the november air is chilly and it bites at the skin of his neck, damp with sweat from hours put in at the studio by his dorm.
the bell above the door chimes softly when he opens it, hoseok nods to the hostess and heads straight for the bar. collapsing onto the bar stool, he anxiously fiddles with his phone, eyes glancing up every few seconds for dahye’s form. it begins to lightly sprinkle outside and he’s seconds away from texting her with the promise of an umbrella when her familiar form slides through the front door. a smile creeps across his face as he waves gently. “it’s okay! you’re not too late.” he chuckles and knocks his knees against her as they turn toward the menu. “i’ve never been here before, what should I get?”
