Five Star Michelin | Lee Taeyong x reader

Ravioli and Jerky

Sitting across Taeyong with your laptop out, you clicked a few keys, typing in the other dishes the two of you had thought of making. "Anything else?"

The two of you sat in a cafe going over what you had to do for the awards. You refrained from speaking much, just humming in agreement, or saying a few words. At first it had started off with the two of you arguing most of the time, you trying to not slap his pretty face and he was trying not to laugh at your annoyed expression.

He was acting like a child.

That was how the first week of working together went-to absolute shit.

You would glance up from your laptop occasionally, looking at him working, before looking back down at your own screen. It was frustrating, not being able to work properly, but your pride wouldn't let you back down.

And all that led you to now, the current moment where the two of you almost ignored each other. It was as if the animosity, though very much present, had died out, and had been reduced to glares and not acknowledging each other.

He began tapping his fingers on the table, in a steady rhythm. You could ignore it at first, but he persisted.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"What?", you asked sharply, meeting his eyes. He folded his arms, "This", he gestured to the two of you, " is not going to work"

You narrowed your eyes at him, "What do you mean?"

"If this has to work, we're going to have to be", he stopped, searching for the correct word, "Civil with each other"

"It's not like holding a gun to your forehead", you snickered. "That's because we haven't even said anything. Look, let's call a truce, until the awards get over. After that you can murder me if you like"

This time you smirked, which felt like a lovely turn of events, "Deal'

"You agreed so fast it scares me"

"The murder part really drew me in"

He scoffed, "Right so, we need to find common ground", he explained, "something we're both good at, then build from there", he looked back at his own screen, the glare reflecting in his eyes.

You bit your lower lip, wondering if it was worth it, "What about ravioli?"

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Taemin stood in front of you, giving you the world's most unimpressed look.

"You are going to be visited by my stylist, and she will pick out a dress for you, you can't wear jeans to the awards idiot", he said, typing something furiously on his phone.

"I'll be in the kitchen's half the time anyways"

He chose to ignore you, "I'll call my stylist here itself, we can get ready together!", he said excitedly, walking into the other room to take a call, finalizing the new developments. You shook your head, amused at your best friend's antics.

You had slipped that you would just wear casual clothing to the Alastair awards considering you were going to be going in and out of the kitchen, but Taemin immediately shunned that idea, calling you delusional and insisting he get his stylist to work his magic on you.

Your argument was you would make an interesting fashion statement. His was that you would embarrass him. He won.

So you were going to be subjected to his frills and fancies on the day.

"Alright it's confirmed!", he said, walking into the room and sitting next to you, "And", he said, "I heard your partner for the cookin was Lee Taeyong?"

You looked at him, bewildered, "How do you-"
"The day you came back from the NCC, you were grumbling about it not so silently"

You sighed, "Yes I am"

"Why are you so against him?", Taemin asked confusedly, turning to face you, resting his arm on the back of the couch as he leaned into it, "You seemed so strung up at Ncity, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions"
"What conclusions?"
"I don't know, maybe he was an ex?", Taemin mused.

"What the fu-"

"Maybe he was a one night stand that left before you woke up, I don't know?", he continued, earning a horrified look from you, "No what the fuck, he's just a jerk"

"Right, but what did he do that made him so", he stopped, thinking about what he had to say, "Jerky?"

"Taemin that is not a word, that's a dish-"

"Even better, since your both chefs"