Chapter 44 – Midnight Meeting & The Future Restaurant Name!
The clock read 11:04 PM.
Gevran climbed the emergency stairs of the dorm building, dark circles under his eyes so deep they could carry groceries.
"Jiwan's insane… does he not understand the concept of time?" he muttered, carrying a box of leftover chicken nuggets.
As he pushed open the rooftop door, he was greeted by an absurd scene:
Jiwan, in a full Harry Potter robe, stood in the center of a circle of candles (which were actually just emergency lights).
Mi Yong was live-streaming under the title "Midnight CEO Talk."
Haesung sat calmly with a folder labeled "Business Concept 2029."
Eunwoo? Taking selfies with his portable ring light.
"You're seven minutes late. That's the equivalent of losing two investors in real life," Jiwan said dramatically, pointing at Gevran.
"What investors? We don't even have a solid idea," Gevran groaned.
But Jiwan raised his hand and pointed to the sky. "Tonight, we are not just students. We are creators of the future!"
Mi Yong stepped forward, "We've discussed a lot tonight. But the craziest—and somehow most reasonable—idea is to start a restaurant. But not just any restaurant."
Haesung opened his folder and calmly explained:
"Concept: A futuristic restaurant. The entire atmosphere is immersive.
Eunwoo jumped in, "And the most important thing: photogenic. Every corner must be Instagram-worthy. Lighting is non-negotiable!"
"The name?" Gevran asked.
Mi Yong smiled proudly.
"SeoulPot."
Jiwan raised his hands in imaginary applause.
"Seoul, because it's our city. Pot, because we're cooking the future. And hey, it works for hotpot and cultural mix!"
Gevran paused for a moment.
In the middle of all this chaos, he saw fire in their eyes.
This wasn't just a joke anymore.
This could be something.
He raised his soda cup.
"To SeoulPot. Let's make history. Or at least… a restaurant that doesn't go bankrupt in a month."
They all burst into laughter and sat in a row, gazing at the glowing Seoul skyline.
Jiwan leaned over to Gevran and whispered,
"I don't know why, but I feel like… this is the start of something big."
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The rooftop breeze carried their laughter into the night. Somewhere below, Seoul pulsed with life—neon lights blinking like stars, cars buzzing like electric bees. But up here, G-Force had built their own little universe.
Mi Yong looked up from her stream. "We already have a hundred viewers. Someone just commented: 'If this restaurant opens, I'm selling my soul for a table.'"
"Screenshot that," Eunwoo said. "We'll use it in our pitch deck."
Haesung tapped his folder. "Speaking of decks… I've drafted a basic financial model. If we crowdfund the first stage and get a small investor on board, we can build a pop-up prototype in six months."
"Six months?" Jiwan gasped. "That's, like, two hair colors from now."
Gevran leaned back, head resting on the cold rooftop wall. "We need a hook. Something that makes SeoulPot unforgettable. Not just aesthetics. A soul."
The group went quiet.
Then, slowly, Mi Yong said, "What if each dish told a story?"
Haesung looked intrigued. "A narrative dining experience. Tied to culture, memory, maybe even fantasy…"
Eunwoo nodded. "Like… eating nostalgia. Or ambition. Like the ramyeon from Ahjumma Jang—that feeling of home."
Jiwan added, "We could call each course a chapter. And every visit feels like you're stepping into a book you can taste."
Gevran smiled—genuinely this time.
That was it.
SeoulPot wouldn't just serve food.
It would serve emotion.
Stories people didn't know they needed.
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A sudden gust of wind knocked over one of the emergency lights. The glow flickered, and everyone jumped.
"Okay. Ghost signal. Time to end the meeting," Mi Yong announced, quickly packing up her tripod.
As they descended the stairs, Jiwan held the box of leftover chicken nuggets like it was treasure. "We should totally add this to the menu. Retro nuggets. Limited edition."
"I'm not naming anything 'retro nugget,'" Haesung mumbled.
Eunwoo paused mid-step. "Unless we call it Gevran's Childhood Trauma Bites."
"I hate you all," Gevran said—but he was laughing.
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Back in their dorm rooms, phones buzzed with messages. Ideas flew. Names for dishes, color schemes, story themes.
And somewhere in the quiet moments before sleep, each member of G-Force felt it:
The dream wasn't just real.
It had a name now.
SeoulPot.
Coming soon.
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