Oh Waiter~ (Part 1)

This chapter revolves the first Twice-date a couple of years ago at a restaurant where they had dinner and talked.

For the life of me, I couldn’t find the restaurant that they ate so I made up a name, but if anyone does know, I’ll change it quickly.

Now without further ado…PART 1

TAGS: Threesome, two one on ones, foot job, missionary, 69, lesbian, face riding, cowgirl

WORDS: 37958

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DING DIN-PUSH

You pressed a knuckle to the slices of pizza heated up from the microwave.

“Perfect.” You used a dish rag to gather the hot plate before closing the compartment and heading towards your couch, settling the dish down while settling on the cushions.

You’d planned it perfectly: no early alarm, no uniform, no dodging in the kitchen or talking to customers.

Just a plate of leftover pepperoni pizza, a basketball game streaming on your TV, and you stretched out on the couch in PJs as the announcer’s voice echoed from the screen while you pulled your phone to open Arknights, with the smell of cheese and pepperoni hitting you like a warm hug as you took a bite.

Halfway through your second bite, a call notification appeared from your boss.

Mr. Kwon

You swallowed quickly and hit answer.

“Afternoon, Mr. Kwon.”

“(YN) I’m sorry to call you on your day off, but I need you here at the restaurant now.”

You sat up slightly.

“What’s going on?”

“Can’t say, but it’s nothing bad,” he replied quickly, “just come with your work attire. Soon as you can.”

Your brows furrowed, but you didn’t push.

If Mr. Kwon was being vague, there was a reason, and after years of working together, you knew he wasn’t one to joke around.

Especially with this one with his tone.

“Okay then, be there in like 20 mins,” you said simply, already standing and tossing the pizza slice back onto the plate.

“Perfect, and another favor: do not tell anyone else about today.” He asked as you slow-paced towards your bedroom.

“Uhh, sure,” you said, “anything else I should know or bring?”

There was a small pause on the line before he spoke again.

“No, I’ll tell you what’s going on here. All I can say is that a couple of VIPs are here today. Sorry, got to go.”

The call disconnected, and you lowered and stared at your phone.

“…right, see you in a bit,” you said, putting the phone in your pocket. “Guess pizza will have to wait,” you repeated but wasted no time in changing. “VIPs, huh? Hmm…”

TIMESKIP

RING RING RING

You looked at the caller ID of the dashboard and pressed the “Accept” button on the steering wheel. “Don’t worry, Mr. Kwon, I’m a few minutes away.”

“Good, sort of stressing over here.”

“You? Nooo…” You joked as Mr. Kwon chuckled on the other side, “Whoever it is, I’m sure everything will be fine. Not like we’re hosting the president, right?” You joked.

“You’ll find out once you get here. Listen, it’s odd, but once you reach the back, you’ll be stopped and be asked for your credentials. I already let them know you’re supposed to be here.”

Halfway through his explanation, you did a double take on your car’s dashboard.

“Wait, IS the president really there?”

“You’ll find out. I must go.”

“Alright…”

DING

“Are we actually serving the president?”

Shaking your head, you turned onto the next street.

The restaurant you worked at, Epiticon, was a slightly above average restaurant.

Nothing like fast food, but nothing like the rich, suave, high class either.

It wasn’t anything much to brag about; the food is great, the service is great, and the setting is great.

All in all, great.

Driving through the streets, there were quite a handful of people about; being noon, there wouldn’t be that many, as most would be in school or work, but it does get crowded come nighttime.

But that’s what you liked about the neighborhood.

Calm when it is and lively when it’s not.

The drive wasn’t long and pulling onto the familiar street, your eyes caught something unusual.