Five Star Michelin | Lee Taeyong x reader

Guess Who's Cookin' Good Lookin'?

"Steak at Table 8", Donghyuck called out, hanging a piece of paper with the order up near the counter. You pulled the order off, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your forearm, calling around for the prep.

It had been a surprisingly busy day at Weishen, with people pouring in pretty quickly. The heat of the kitchen was starting to get to you, after being in there almost all day.

Deciding to cut the tomatoes into juliennes for a salad someone had ordered. You cut them with the french cut, into the thin long strips, like matchsticks. "The red sauce reduction is ready", Taeil called out, causing you to look up, "Oh that's great-", you hissed in pain, looking down to see you nicked your finger.

The cut wasn't bad, but it stung, so you went over to the sink to wash it. It was close to a graze but deep enough for it to bleed. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, turning off the tap and shaking your hand.

"Antiseptic", you muttered, walking to the back of the kitchen to the small first aid cupboard that was at the end of the kitchen. After taking care of your 'injury', you walked back, deciding to finish off the salad quickly so you could move on to the next dish.

Your phone rang, startling you again. You wondered if you would make it through the rest of the day without injuring yourself somehow and went to pick it up. The annoying ringtone buzzed in your ear, and you accepted the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/n, it's Kun"

You almost choked, "Kun?", your voice went an octave higher, causing Taeil and Xiaojun to shoot you a confused look. "Um, hello, hi", you blabbered, undoubtedly sounding stupid. He chuckled on the other end, "Hey, Lisa gave me your number, I hope you don't mind"

"Oh no, sure, what happened?", you wondered if you sounded too eager somewhere at the back of your mind.

"Well, you know the Alastair awards are coming up right?", he asked. You nodded even though you knew he couldn't see you, "Yep, what about them"

The Alastair awards were the most prestigious awards, which took place every year. They were looked forward to by every single celebrity, and the fans alike. This year, you knew Taemin had been nominated for about five categories, which you were immensely proud of. You had been invited to attend the awards the previous year when you had one your first star and had arisen to celebrity status.

"Well, this year for the food, as usual, us chefs take over that, and this year we're inviting you to join us in catering the event", he explained.

You almost choked for the second time.

"Me?"
"No, I'm inviting Mariah Carey", he scoffed. You were still in a state of shock, so you didn't quite process his sarcasm. Cooking under Qian Kun? possibly with him? That was your dream come true. "Oh wow, I would love to"
"That's great", he exclaimed, "We meet up at the Neo Culture Centre on Monday, I'll text you the details, you'll be working with another chef as well"

"That's great, oh my god! Thank you!"
"No problem, See ya"

He clicked off and you stared at your screen, holding it to your chest and letting out a deep breath, before breaking out into a wide smile. You turned around facing the rest of your chefs, clearing your throat to get their attention. You fought the smile that threatened to spill.

"Guess who's cooking for the Alastair awards?", you asked, raising your voice towards the end as they erupted in cheers, tapping your back and laughing as they called out your name in answer.

You were happy.