Eunjung's P.O.V

What have I gotten myself into? What have I done?

I kept questioning myself over and over again as I stared at my depressing reflection. I shouldn’t stress over just a simple dinner, but out of my closet 10 different outfits hang in my bed, and not even one had convinced me so far. I couldn’t understand why I was so stressed over a simple dinner, or maybe I did know why…it was a dinner with freaking Choi Seung Hyun.

Just the thought of his name was able to make me lose my cool. I was a bundle of nerves. I was anxious, and the expectation burned with every coursing minute. The air felt so climatic, and I couldn’t help but stressed more at the fact that we were supposed to meet in one hour.

I was oddly worried, but I was glad the reservation he made was early. I wouldn’t have accepted if he has told me to meet at 9, but fortunately, he made the reservation for 7 PM. Is not because I thought he will do something wrong, or tried a move on me, but meeting a man at 9 PM for dinner outside of the dorm wasn’t something my manager will like to hear, but for now, he doesn’t know, and I will prefer it to remain that way.

It was 6 right now, and the dorm was practically empty. Hyomin, Soyeon, and Qri decided to go and enjoy some of their free time outside, Boram decided to stay and sleep, and I didn’t contact Jiyeon by the time, so I didn’t know where she was, maybe out with some friends, I guessed.

There was nobody to judge my outfit for tonight, and I felt insecure. I know I shouldn’t stress over a simple dinner, but I couldn’t help but think of it as a date. I didn’t want to opt for a short dress, but I didn’t want to look too casual in jeans. My mind was so troubled at the moment, that I couldn’t coordinate right, and I was supposed to meet with him in less than an hour.

God, why am I so stress? This is not even date, it is just a simple dinner I was practically forced to accept, how can you call that a mutual meeting?

I felt so frustrated that I just wanted to call him and tell him I wasn’t going, but a part of me wanted to go. I hated to admit it, but I was actually looking forward to this dinner.

After 10 minutes of an endless, internal debate with my troubled mind, I opted for some black trousers and a long-sleeve white blouse, with a decent wide aperture in the back. I didn’t want to look too casual neither too formal. I then proceeded to do a simple makeup, and after looking pretty decent in front of the mirror I decided it was time to go.

I saved myself some awkward time, after turning him down. He offered me to pick me up, but I declined. He kind of expected my answer and didn’t fight my decision, and I was glad. The place he chose wasn’t far, but it was sincerely the first time I heard about it.

I checked the time on my phone, and my eyes slightly widened, it was 6:45. I was definitely going to run late.

… … … … …

I paid the driver for the short ride and thanked him as I stepped out of the taxi. The man then drove away and I stopped in front of the restaurant. The expectation burned brighter at this point, and I was starting to feel nervous.

Did I look pretty? Was I too looking too casual? Will he let me waiting then ditch me here? At the last question I convinced myself that he wasn’t that cruel, he was annoying and like to bother me, but one thing I knew was that he wasn’t an , or that I hope.

I stared down at the hour at my watch and I read it said, 7:08. Crap, I was late. The one almost ditching him was me, yet still here I was questioning myself when I knew I wasn’t going to get an answer.

I wasted no time in entering the restaurant, and I was stunned at the pretty view when I entered. It wasn’t a casual restaurant, and I felt relief I didn’t choose to dress the jeans I was tempted to wear. My luck wasn’t that bad after all.

I went directly to the waiter attending the customers in the entrance area, and as Seunghyun told me, I said I had a meeting with a 7 PM reservation.

The lady at the front desk eyed my appearance up and down, almost judging me before a bright smile contorted the shape of her bold, red lips.

“You are the person Mr. Choi was waiting for?” The lady asked, smiling at me.

I parted my lips to respond, but she cut me off. “I am pretty sure you are, sorry, I will guide you to the table,” She said, but I noted she was a bit nervous.

I don’t know what kind of person she was mistaking me for to look nervous so suddenly, but I just smiled back at her and nodded. She then proceeded to signal another waiter to take her spot and turning her attention back to me she parted her lips to speak again. “Follow me.”

I nodded once again, and I couldn’t help but let my stare wander around as I take in the beautiful surroundings.

I think the restaurant’s theme was inspired by the late Egyptian empires judging from the horse sculptures and the huge columns with stones molded into different patterns of white, light blue, black and bright yellow. I also noticed a fountain in the middle of the wide hall with water flowing out of what seem the heads of two horses with 3 horns. I didn't know what it meant, but I surely look daring and quite interesting.  

I kept looking around, and I didn’t mind if the walk lasted a little longer. I was too distracted traveling my stare from the roof to the columns, that I bumped into something forcing me to suddenly stop, and that’s when I realized the lady was talking to me.

I turned my stare to her and I realized I bumped into a table.

“Here is your table, ma’am, I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening. A waiter will come shortly to attend you guys, thank you.” The lady then bowed to me, and I bowed my head in response.

She turned to walk away, and when I turned my focus back to the table I noticed Seunghyun was sat staring intently at me.

I looked up, and our eyes met, but I couldn’t help but looked away rapidly at the intensity of his dark eyes.

“…you are late, Eunjung.” Instead of a ‘good evening’ or a simple ‘hello’, he decided to remark I was late. He sounded calm and didn’t look annoyed, so maybe it was just a casual remark.

“Sorry, I went out late of my dorm, but here I am.” I managed to smile at him, and I was a relief when he smiled back.

“It’s okay, for a moment I thought you were ditching me here, so I was about to call you,” He said, and I didn’t know why but I find it cute.

I stand there nodding quite awkwardly, and that’s when he cleared his throat.

“You can sit,” He said.

Oh, right. I cursed myself for being so awkward by standing there, so at his words I pulled the surprisingly heavy seat and I bumped against the table yet again when I suddenly sat.

He chuckled at me, and I stared down not wanting to meet his melting stare, not to mention his handsome features were oddly affecting me even more than usual. I couldn't point out if I was abruptly feeling suffocated in my spot because of the sudden atmosphere, or because I caught him staring at me intently and he did nothing to make it less obvious. He didn't even look the slightest embarrass that I caught him staring, he just smirked at me, and I once again was reminded of how much I hated this confident side of him.

“You are so clumsy.” He commented, and I let out a sigh when I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. The night had just started, but this man was capable of making me blush with simple words. I am screwed.

I tried to hide my blushing face from him, but he seemed to notice, how will he not when he is sitting right across from me?

I heard him chuckle again and I predicted my fate.

“I guess you are blushing.”

And again, he wasn’t wrong.

I decided not to say anything because I knew that I would say something stupid, but then again an awkward silent settled between us. He was trying to somehow cut the silence, but I did not appreciate his approaches. Maybe I should say something, or let him do all the talking, but what was better?

He responded to my internal question when his deep voice cut in again. “You look p-pretty – I mean, yeah, you look nice.”

I swear I heard him stutter, but I don’t want to add that to the fact he just freaking complimented me. Oh God, I should have said something before and save myself from blushing harder, but I was not going to let the silent between us be a problem the whole evening.

I gather the courage to finally stared up at him, and he saw my blushing face in all its glory, but he had before so why been shy about it? I embraced myself and parted my lips. “T-Thank you…you look nice too.” To be honest, I didn’t think straight when I said that, and the true was he did not only look nice, he looked freaking hot, but, of course, I was not going to say that.

He seemed satisfied with my response as he again chuckled and smile back at me. “Thank you.”

I wasn't enduring a whole evening in total silence and failed approaches to open a successful conversation by Seunghyun. I feared that yet another awkward silence was going to settle between us, so I went straight to blurt out what was troubling my mind ever since he asked me to go out with him.

“Okay, I wanted to ask you something from the start.” I started.

“Okay, go on.” He turned his full attention to me, and I felt a fluttery feel inside my stomach, but I decided to ignore it.

“So, what’s the meaning of this date?” Oh, wait. Crap, did I just said date?

He stared at me for a bit longer, and didn’t seem to catch the word I use, and I suddenly panic at his silence.

“So you consider this a date?” He smirked and raised a brow, I just rolled my eyes, and he proceeded. How could I expect him not to tease me at my word selection? “Well, since you consider this a date, then let me tell you that the first thing you asked for a date is not meaning behind it. A date just happens; you know…”

I tilted my head. “Oh, sorry date-expert. You seemed quite experienced.”

He just hummed. “Why? Is that making you feel jealous?” He suddenly smirked again.

I blinked not believing his words. “Actually no,” I said.

“No?” He chuckled enjoying my response, and I just couldn’t help but smile a bit too. “For a moment I almost fell for it, but I remembered you are a Cute Liar Jung.”

I knew he was referring to my response, but he was wrong. “I’m not jealous, is not like I haven't been to a date before." 

He nodded. “Whatever you say, Cute Liar Jung.”

Seriously? Again with that crappy nickname? “I’m seriously starting to hate that nickname.”

“Why?” He asked. “That’s actually how I have you in my contacts.”

Oh no, he doesn’t. “Yah! What are people going to think of me?”

“They don’t have to know th