Five Star Michelin | Lee Taeyong x reader

Wine and a book (not Twilight, thank god)

The best companions to a lonely light, was a glass of wine and a book, or so you believed. The book could be any, a romance novel, a thriller, or even, heaven forbid, twilight.

Your book of choice happened to be a journal.

It wasn't any ordinary journal thought, it was your journal of recipes, where you wrote down a new concoction, or scribbled any ideas of how to enhance a dish. Quick notes to yourself, and such. It was helpful to have all of them in one place, especially original recipes.

Right now, you were busy scribbling down an original recipe as such, something you had concocted in the kitchen when there hadn't been much crowd in Weishen.

It was something of a tart, with the filling being this caramel chocolate cream, mixed with a little cinnamon. The crust would be a delectable buttered pastry that would fall apart when cut into.

You aimed to add this to the menu soon, into the deserts section. After all, you still were aiming for the skies, you had to in order to get another star. You had already planned for several more dishes to be added, ones that you were sure could help elevate the dining experience and the level of food.

You yawned, placing your pen down after writing the recipe down and altering it a little bit, shutting the journal and placing it beside you. You took another sip of your wine, sitting there as jazz music you had put on played softly in the background, making you feel drowsy.

There was so much to do, with Weishen and The Alastair awards, you had barely any time for yourself. You had to over perform in both places all the time, because you knew there was always someone trying to get you down in this business.

They still thought you were just a lucky girl who somehow won.

And if that wasn't bad enough you had to deal with Taeyong, for a whole month before the awards took place. You groaned at the thought, not wanting to spend even a minute more with him. He had somehow taken a place in your life, refusing to leave. It felt like his eyes followed you around, mocking you.

You raised the wine glass to your lips, sinking into your couch, trying to drown it out.