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"Are you up for bigger tasks, jiyeon? " Chef asked me as I cleaned the floor after yet another day of work.

"Yes, chef, I am." I replied, keeping myself from yawning.

"Good." He said and I went out into the hall so I could mop the floor there. Chef followed after me and leaned his shoulder against the wall. "Come with me to the market tomorrow morning. Be up early, okay?"

"Yes, chef-- wait a second, market?" That woke me up completely. I stopped mopping and turned to chef who was crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I want you to come."

I blinked a few times, still a little shocked by the sudden invitation. "Why, chef?"

"I assume you want to be a chef--"

"I do!" As soon as I realised I cut through chef I cleared my throat and apologized. "I'm sorry, chef."

He chuckled. "I don't think extra hours only will help you become a chef. You need to experience things." He turned around and went inside the kitchen again. "It's more useful."

"Chef," I cooed and walked into the kitchen quietly. "I'll try to learn as much as I can." I reassured.

"Please do." He said, taking the mop off of my hands suddenly and walking out of the kitchen and towards the locker room. "Enough mopping already,"

"I wasn't done yet..." I leaned my back against the wall as I waited for chef to come out.

He came out of the locker room. "Don't worry, I'll have someone else do it tomorrow morning." This was odd.

"But it's my job, I'd feel bad having someone else take care of it." I muttered, looking down.

"If I tell you not to worry, then don't."

"If you say so..." I lifted my head and bowed slightly. "Good work today, chef."

"I'll be upstairs if you need anything." I straightened up and nodded. Chef let out a small smile and went off to his room.

I went inside the locker room and got my stuff. I decided to change in my room since I was going to sleep right after.

(...)

I woke up to the sound of people coming in downstairs. I had absolutely no doubt it was sous chef along with the others - they were always a little too loud.

I didn't want to be late today, specially since I'd be going to the market with chef.

I got up and carefully dressed up - I didn't want to look sloppy, but I didn't want to look really good either.

As I left my room, I saw chef's door closed meaning he was probably still getting ready. I sneaked downstairs and into the bathroom to wash up.

By the time I left the bathroom, chef was already in the kitchen. He called everyone out and so we gathered in the kitchen.

"Yah, jiyeon why aren't you wearing your--" seungkwan started but then he seemingly realized something. "Are you going to the market with chef?"

Chef nodded. "She is. Jun won't be coming with me today." He turned to jun who still wasn't in his uniform. "About today's special. Any suggestions?"

"I was thinking about pesto with mushrooms maybe?" Jun said.

"Let's do that. Tomorrow we're doing fish." Chef gave everyone orientations and with that, he dismissed us. "Don't mess up. Jiyeon, come on." I followed chef as he went to get his car keys.

After we left, I closed the restaurant's door. I rushed down the small stairs, and somehow managed to slip and fall on my face.

I layed still as chef rushed towards me, asking if I was okay. I cleared my throat and sat up, checking my arms for injuries.

"How did this happen?" Chef pulled my hands so he could see. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Your hands are all scratched!"

"Oh. Are they?" I checked my palms and saw that my hands were, in fact scratched. "They are."

Chef suddenly grabbed my chin and made me look at him. I blinked rapidly, sort of surprise by the sudden move. "You scraped your cheek, too." He sighed and got up. "I'll get you first aid, wait a second."

He walked back inside the restaurant and I stood there, still flustered by the way chef seemed to care for me.

When he came back carrying the first aid kit, he asked me to sit on the stairs so he could see better. I did so, and there weren't anymore injuries.

Chef cleaned my hands and put a band-aid, since the scraping wasn't that big or deep. As for my face, he just cleaned the wound.

"Don't be so clumsy." Chef said. "Wait for a second in the car, okay?" I nodded and went into the passanger's seat while chef went inside again.

Maybe he wasn't so bad?