HEAT • Chanrosé

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Chaeyoung didn't even recognize him when entered the restaurant.

This was Park Chanyeol, the world renowned Chef.

Gone was his hoodie and torn jeans. A tailored chefs jacket was firm against his frame, hugging his shoulders, chest and down his torso. His black hair was up from its messy look the night before in a neat comma wave, clean and cut. He looked polished, yet intimidating. The shortsleeved style of the chefs jacket style tightened around his biceps. It would be a shame for her not to admire them and the tattoos that decorated his forearms.

Her and the three boys walked slowly into the kitchen where Chanyeol was leaned over the long, stainless steel prep table with a pencil held by his ear. Their current menu was under his methodical gaze along with a small notepad. He barely glanced their way causing a little bit of disappointment within Chaeyoung. Sure, their little talk had been short but she couldn't help but want more of his attention especially with the note she left on the night before. However, she wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to impress him or for other reasons.

Chanyeol didn't greet them, only glanced back down to his notepad as he continued to scribble down his words when they walked by to the locker room. Jungkook raised his eyebrows with a small eye roll, placing his lips into a smug frown. Chaeyoung knew the two would butt heads the most, they seemed to be complete opposites.

"Is it too late to beg for Junmyeon back?" Junhoe wondered allowed once they got to the locker room.

"He's here for another week, we can try." Jungkook sighed.

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and huffed, "You boys are so dramatic, as always."

Junhoe swung around around and pointed in dignity. "Hey I didn't say anything."

Chaeyoung rolled her head to stare at him with a deadpanned expression. "No you didn't but I know you were saying a lot in your mind."

"Why do you seem so chill about this anyways?" Jungkook questioned, eyeing her suspiciously. "I thought you were sad about Junmyeon leaving."

"I am, but there has to be a reason Junmyeon asked Chanyeol to take over." She remarked casually.

"And you are already in first name basis?" Junhoe inquired, leaning against the locker next to hers.

"We call Junmyeon by his first name, whats the big deal?" Sehun muttered, getting tired of their complaining, "Also, Chae has the hots for him. Can't you tell?"

Chaeyoung bit her lip to herself, it wasn't like Sehun was wrong. He knew he the best out of all of them. As she shrugged off her zip up hoodie to change and glanced over her shoulder, Jungkook was looking back and forth to her and Sehun, like he wanted conformation. "Boys turn around." She changed the subject, knowing Jungkook would listen to her command.

"Oh come on, a couple days ago you were giving us a show and now I have to turn around?" Junhoe whined, dropping his hands to his sides with a slap. Sehun groaned and leaned over to punch Junhoe in the shoulder, getting him and his whines to shut up and turn around. She laughed, sliding her shirt off of her body and throwing it into her locker as she listened to their banter than Jungkook had now joined in on with a hand blocking the side of his face.

The sound of smooth and heavy steps caught her attention, their tall head chef now standing in view.

"Are you all just fucking around in here?" His voice boomed.

Jungkook, Sehun and Junhoe all quickly turned around and shut their lockers, buttoning their jackets and rushing while Chaeyoung still went at her normal pace. Just as she was about to slide her tank top over her almost bare torso, she glanced over her shoulder to watch her boys leave, disappearing behind Chanyeol with his arms crossed.