A Taste of You || TaeJin [Completed]

24. Make A Wish!

Third Person’s P. O. V.

In the next couple days guests had been crowding in as the word of Seokjin’s magical recipes spread around and although he was rather enjoying the new ambience, he missed Silver Spoon and his crew.

But what has been disturbing him the most was Taehyung barking at him all day in the kitchen.

“Babe! Come here, I need help with these mussels!”

Seokjin flinched at the loud demand and the dressing that was supposed to beautifully sit atop the crab cake dropped from the spoon to plop into the plate abruptly.

He sighed and whined loudly stomping his feet as he glared across the room at Taehyung, a chain of silent curses roiling right at the tip of his tongue.

“I’m waiting sweetheart! You’re adding onto your troubles by not responding to orders”

Taehyung could see the other fuming at him with cheeks puffed out and eyes shooting daggers at him.

He couldn’t describe the amount of fun he was having bossing over Seokjin right now but worked his best to keep the glee in check as he glared back at the other with arms akimbo and slowly walked around the counters to come where the other was.

“What did I tell you? When I give you an order in this kitchen you respond to me always with a ‘yes chef’, was I not clear enough?”

The two stood eye-to-eye, jaws clenched glaring at each other.

“Fuck you!” Seokjin barked back for the first time in the last couple days, he was so done with Taehyung being this intolerable ass.

“Chopping counter now!”

Seokjin flinched again as Taehyung shouted the order right at his face, not believing what he had just heard. Him? Kim Seokjin? The Michelin winner chef being ordered to go to the chopping counter??! That is simply ridiculous!

He scoffed crossing his arms over his chest as he held his ground and chewed the inside of his cheek, assessing that Taehyung just couldn’t be serious!

“Still gonna be like this huh? Ok then” the frown on Taehyung’s brow deepened, rage rising at the challenge the other had just thrown at him.

Seokjin took a step back seeing the other march closer but he was too slow and in the next moment all eyes in the kitchen stared with open-mouthed wonder to see Taehyung pick Seokjin up and carry him to the chopping counter while the other screamed and cursed loudly. 

“They’re one weird couple if you ask me” Hyung-sik leaned to whisper to Ara whose mouth hung open at the scenario in front of them “I guess this bickering thing works for them” she shrugged thinking out loud.

Similar scenarios prevailed in the kitchen and Seokjin accused Taehyung for effectively turning this kitchen just as chaotic as Silver Spoon.

But all that barking and bickering were only half of his troubles.

“Am I being demanding enough?”
Seokjin tried to control the embarrassing squeak as he felt a hand slap his ass.

“Rate me now, will you? Do I get an A+?” He felt him whisper in his ear but all his concentration was focused on the palm now drawing circles over the swell of his backside.

Taehyung squeezed the soft flesh, the irritating fabric of the dress pants not giving him the right feel and voila! An idea struck his mind. It was time to demand his first wish.

“Come with me”

“W-wait! The asparagus will get charred!” Seokjin felt himself getting pulled by the arm as the other guided him towards the freezer. “You owe me some wishes, remember?”