Five Star Michelin | Lee Taeyong x reader

Café Bul

"WE CAN'T PUT SPINACH IN THE RAVIOLI", you exclaimed, looking as if you were ready to choke Taeyong for even suggesting such a thing, "This has to be classy, not an episode of Popeye"

"We can make it classy"

You scoffed, "This is going nowhere", you sighed, continuing to pace up and down your station, running a hand through your hair. "You're making me dizzy", Taeyong complained, "Can you stand still?"

"The awards are in three weeks, and we haven't even chosen appetizers!", you snapped, "What about the main course, hmm?"

"We're never going to get anything done like this. We've been in this place for hours now, and you're clearly tired of it", he collected his jacket, "Come one"

You raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical, "And where would we be going?"

"Do you trust me?"

You blinked, "Are you quoting Aladin? Because I am far from your jasmine- wait who's jafar? Kun?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Just come would you?"

You folded your arms, shifting your weight to your left leg, "How do I know you're not going to kidnap and secretly murder me"

"Because i promised I'd let you murder me remember? Now come"

You reluctantly obliged, grabbing your own coat, and jogging to catch up with him, stuffing your hands in the pockets to protect them from the cold. After exiting the NCC compound, he called a cab, gesturing for you to enter it.

"SM street", he instructed the driver, who nodded and took off for the destination.

"Can you at least tell me where we're going now?", you asked, but he shook his head, "I said no, it's a surprise. You know, you're starting to sound a lot like Donkey from Shrek with all your nagging"

"Excuse you-?"
Taeyong smirked, "Calm down, I promise you'll like the place"

You huffed in exasperation, not appreciating being compared to Donkey, but decided not to tear down the skies on Taeyong in the cab, in front of the poor unsuspecting driver. You could practically feel his triumph over getting a dig at you floating around in the air.

After a few minutes of being driven to god knows where (you were still skeptical of him murdering you in the middle of an abandoned field), Taeyong told the driver to stop, paying him and getting out.

"We'll have to walk a bit", he said, looking to his left and then back at you, "It's not that far though"

The two of you walked down the street, until you reached a small place. The signboard on top read Café Bul, the white lettering standing out against the warm brown background.

Taeyong pushed the door open, and you followed him inside, the aroma of bread hitting you. It was a cozy little place, with small tables and white whickers chairs. It was quaint, soft music playing from above.

"Taeyong?", a feminine voice called out, walking into the room, hair up in a bun to prevent it from getting in her face, "Goodness, look at you, it's been so long!", she pulled him down into a hug, "Where have you been? Have you been eating?"
He chuckled, "Hi Irene Noona, I'm eating I promise"

"Hyung?", another voice joined them, walking into the room, "Hyung you're back!"

"Hi Chenle", he hugged the younger boy who had walked into the room, before suddenly remembering you still existed, and was currently awkwardly standing in a corner behind the group, watching their little reunion.

"Oh", he said, "Right, Irene, Chenle, this is Y/n", he gestured to you, "Y/n, this is Irene and Chenle"

"Pleasure to meet you", you greeted with a smile, shaking their hands.