*he plans to never address what happened and he plans to never allow himself into that kind of situation with you or with anyone else ever again, trying not to think about how ridiculously panicked he had been* I’m sure they found them.
I hope so, *looks at you for a short moment more, and then he has to lowers his gaze, afraid that his worries - what happened? What did I do wrong? Why? Are you okay? - could show on his face* ..where is Maharaja? *asks, then, simply because he feels the need to say something*
Ah, so I did. *he shrugs and stares at you, saying nothing else*
*looks back at you. He called for your name that day, he said things he is not sure he could say again, he waited for you to come out of there, he apologized, but it looks like you didn’t hear any of this, or maybe you don’t care. He bites the inside of his cheek, and closes his hand in a fist, to prevent himself from saying that he was worried, and he still is* ..well, I’m glad you came out in the end, *he stumbles on his Japanese* ..I had brought berries for Udon and Tarot.
"The reviews on the web said this place should be successful anyway, people seem to really like your food." Seokjin can’t stop smiling, though this is due to the fact he’s talking to someone that doesn’t respond with ‘meow’. "It’s a pleasure to meet you Hongo Kanata." Jin takes the proffered business card, glancing at it before tucking it into his jacket pocket that he hadn’t taken off as he felt too cold, though that was permanent anyway, his freezing cold fingers showing that as well. "So, have you had this place long? …I’m also gathering you’re from Japan and not Korea, so what brought you here?"
"I’m glad to know that. And please, just Kanata is more than fine," he chuckles a little again, and looks at you when you take his business card. He briefly touched your cold fingers in the process, and he can’t help but notice how you still have your jacket on, but he doesn’t want to ask for too many questions, so, instead, he just says: "Talking about food, may I suggest you a bowl of ramen? A lot of people are impressed by it because they are used to eat instant ramen, and well, there is a big difference." Truth to be told, he only wants to give you a huge bowl of something that may warm you up a little bit. "I opened Inari no Kami about eight months ago or so. And yes, I’m from Japan. I moved here a few years ago." He smiles, but he doesn’t really offer further explanations.
*sighs and waves his hand at you, speaking in Japanese* Why do you ask such boring questions, Kanata?
*licks his lips and frowns when you speak Japanese, even if there is always a part of him that can’t help but being glad because of it* ..the last time I saw you you almost slammed your bedroom’s door on my face.
Yes, I believe it is.
*smiles slightly and shakes his head. Then he looks at you* ..how are you by the way..?
"Oren…Aka…" He repeats the names to himself to try remember them, though it’d only be a few minutes before he’d need reminding again. "So you run this place? Wow, I’m officially in the presence of someone successful." Seokjin grins and laughs. "I’m Kim Seokjin, my profession is lying in bed and being beaten up by my cat. You didn’t mention your name." Rather than a question he made it a statement, raising his eyebrows a little and nodding his head as he tries to get you to tell him your name.
Kanata shakes his head with a small embarrassed laughter. “Not really. I mean… not so successful. Inari no Kami is a small restaurant. We do work a lot, I can’t deny this, but we are far from a fancy and sought-after place.” He licks his lips, and when you laugh, he can’t help but chuckle softly. “It doesn’t sound too bad as a profession. Only being beaten up by your cat sounds pretty hard,” Kanata rests his hand on your table, and tilts his head a little to the side. “My name is Kanata. Hongo Kanata,” he looks inside his pocket for one of his business cards, handing it to you.
He barely understands a word you say, guessing that a kami is a type of god perhaps, maybe one that looks like a fox, with long whiskers and bright eyes and- oh…he’d zoned out again, a more and more common thing now a days. “So it’s like this restaurant has a blessing to do well then?” Seokjin smiles. “Are you another waiter here? There seem to be a few.” He chuckles quietly again, in a pretty good mood but mostly because he was going to eat and with that thought he reaches over to eat a little of the starter that had been set out, nodding in approval at the salad. “I think I like it here already, which might mean you’re pretty stuck with me as the last time I found a restaurant I liked I went twice a week to bug the staff there.” Seokjin grins, he wasn’t too sure why he’d left actually but it had just been time to move to a new place, one nearer the hospital as well…
Kanata chuckles softly this time and shakes his head. “I’m the owner. And I also happen to be the chef. This place is not so big actually, so… those are Oren, and Aka…” He points at the two waiters, busy with other tables. “There are four cooks with me in the kitchen, but I help here as well. That’s all. I really like chatting with my clients,” he crosses his arms, shrugging slightly and failing to suppress a small smile. “I’m glad to know you like being here. I wouldn’t have a restaurant if I didn’t want to please my customers.” he bows his head. “So, thank you for you words.”
He was quietly laughing to himself as he looks over the menu, not because anything was funny but because he literally had no idea what anything but the sushi and noodles were and he was going to order the one with the longest name. “Oh, thank you.” Seokjin bows his head slightly as he’d done to the other two. “What’s this?” He peers at the food curiously, it actually looked pretty good to him. “Also does the name of this place mean anything? I don’t speak japanese at all.”
Kanata tilts his head when he notices how that new customer is chuckling to himself, but he doesn’t say anything about it. “You are welcome,” he answers, bowing his head as well, with that gentle and small smile on his face. “Oh, this is called Tsukemono… a traditional Japanese kind of pickles. Just carrot, cucumber and daikon. And this is a small seaweed salad with sesame seeds.” Kanata rubs his cheek with his fingertips. “This place? Inari is the name of a Kami. The Japanese kami of foxes, of fertility, rice, tea and Sake, of agriculture and industry, of general prosperity and worldly success, and one of the principal kami of Shinto.” He licks his lips, slightly embarrassed because he feels like he talked too much.
"I was looking up what’s in this area and this place was mentioned so I just had to come take a look." He once again tries to flick a piece of his fringe out of his eye. Quietly he sits and looks over the menu after that, his mouth watering already with just the thought of eating the food.
"I see. Well, take your time." Oren bows politely again, and walks away to exchange a few words with the other waiter - his name is Aka - who has this bad habit of hitting on people. Kanata is the one who, a few minutes later, brings out of the kitchen a bowl of free appetizers: traditional Japanese pickles and a small seaweed salad. He sets the bowl next to the menu, and smiles. "Welcome to Inari no Kami."
He thanks the waiter as he takes a seat at the table, running a hand through his hair as he looks at the other waiter, nodding his head politely. “I’m not familiar but I’m sure I can make it up, I’m quite keen to just order and see what I get.” Seokjin flashes the waiter with a friendly smile, he was feeling a little self conscious of his height now, he wasn’t that short. “I read online that this place is good.”
"If you have any doubt, just ask. Oh, and if there is something you can’t eat because of allergies and stuff, of course, let us know," Oren smiles again, and goes take a menu that he leaves on the table shortly after. At that customer’s comment about online reviews, he couldn’t help a wider and more sincere smile. “Our chef will be happy to know that.”