You never thought you'd see him again. The bane of your existence. The boy who broke your heart at 16. Then again, he doesn't seem to be the boy he was. He... is a man. A tall, dark and broad shouldered man.
"Of course he'd be here. He knows about my restaurant and wants to tease me." You whisper to yourself as you peek out of the kitchen door.
But you swore you wouldn't let Kim Seok Jin torture you again. Not after almost ten years.
It had taken you years to get to this point. Honing your craft, while saving every penny, and building your self-confidence. That way, when the time came, you would have minimal issues opening and operating your own restaurant. Being owner and head chef wasn't easy, but it had been your dream since you were a child.
That bastard wasn't going to ruin it for you.
"Chef, excuse me" your sous chef interrupted your thoughts as you unnecessarily battered some egg whites now.
"Mr. Kim and Mr. Min want to congratulate you on your food" he smiles and clasps his hands in excitement. "Do you know who they are?! And I get to meet them too?! Maybe it's too much to ask for an autograph, right?" He ponders, finger against his chin.
He immediately shut up when he saw the scowl on your face. He chuckled nervously. "You know what... Never mind."
You pasted a fake smile on your face. Preparing yourself for the ridicule you were expecting.
But... it never came.
"So your the famous head chef of this amazing restaurant!" Jin exclaimed
You stood there in shock, sending a look at Yoongi, who looked entirely too amused by the situation.
"Yes, Scorpio's is my restaurant." You ground out, refusing to cause a scene.
Jin cocks his head to the side, shocked at the tone of your voice and your defensive stance. "You look awfully familiar, doesn't she, Yoongi?"
The taller man looks to his right where Yoongi sat with his arms folded over his chest and "How about you figure it out, buddy?"
You roll your eyes. "Hope you enjoy your meal, gentlemen." Turn on your heel, and make your way back to the kitchen. The nerve of that man! He breaks your heart, and then doesn't remember what the hell you look like? You were together everyday for almost 2 years!
"Hey, wait! We didn't finish complimenting your food!" You hear Jin finish as you went through the door.
The whole staff stopped in their tracks at your sight and the sheer anger in your eyes.
"What are you looking at?! CHOP CHOP" you clap "go the fuck back to work!"
He still managed to get under your skin. After all this time. And as you make way into your office to gather yourself to not let him do it again.
Jin turned back to Yoongi, looking almost as confused as he felt. There was no way he had ever met her before, he would remember her if he had. So why did she look at him with such disdain?
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That's why he's standing outside of Scorpio's again. He is definitely not taking such an answer, besides, as a lover of food, he thought you'd be happy to receive praise.
"Hyuuuuuung, I'm staaaarving!" Taehyung whines as Jin looks up at the sign.
Jimin waves a dismissive hand at him, "let's go in. You know he's just mesmerized by the pretty lights in restaurants."
Jin followed the two younger men inside. Maybe you were just having a rough night? There is no way that you could hate him at first glance. He was Mr. Worldwide Handsome. He smiled. Now he just needed to talk to you again.
Your sous chef tiptoed towards you as you skillfully chop on some strawberries.
"Ah... chef?" He asks, taking distance from you.
That's suspicious.
"What?" You say as you hold the knife against your waist, annoyed by the interruption. And you probably shouldn't be holding a sharp knife in your hand right about now.
"CHEF! Hello! It's me again! Your food was superb once more!" Jin bows at her, all smiles and perfectly coiffed hair.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" You exclaim, setting the knife aside before you decide to use it.
Jin blinks, the smile falling from his face. "This place is my new favorite restaurant. Why wouldn't I be here?"
You rub your temples. "Look I'm flattered, Mr. Kim.."
"Seokjin."
"What?"
"Please, call me Seokjin." He reiterates.
"Fine, whatever. Seokjin, what I mean is, why the fuck are you in my kitchen?"
Jin sighs at your venomous response. "Why the... frick... are you so awful? I just wanted to say you're an awesome cook?"
He steps closer, looking quite determined into making amends for whatever it was he did.
You flinch back, feeling slightly overwhelmed at his gaze and towering stature. He did always had amazing shoulders.
Fuck you and your broad shoulders, Kim Seokjin.
He blinks and chuckles at the comment.
Shit. Was that out loud?
"Yes, Chef, it was." He smirked. "So you like my shoulders, hmmm? Have you been staring?"
He chuckled once more, the dark look in his eyes returning. "So, are you going to tell me what I did to make you hate me so much, or are you just going to continue being rude to me every time I try to pay you a compliment?"
You huffed in annoyance. You don't have to take this, this is YOUR restaurant!
"You know what, Seokjin" you spit at him, poking at his very sculpted chest with your finger. "If you come here ever again, I'm going to have you thrown out of the restaurant, got it?!"
You look up to see if you scared him straight. You definitely were fuming, but he seemed kind of amused at you. So, you just turn on your heel and head to your office. You need to cool off.
"That bastard! How dare he waltz back into my life, like this? Like that day never happened? Like he didn't tell Yoongi that I was a loser?" You fumed, pacing back and forth.
"Wait... you're Y/N from school?" Jin says from the open door.
That sneaky bastard!
"What the fuck... no, go away. This is my space, Seokjin" you say as you emphasize the area around you with your arms.
He steps inside the room, door closing behind him and he leans against the door. He looks stern and quite not joyous as he did a while back. He stares at you for several moments, and it isn't long before you start to feel uncomfortable.
"Look, Seokjin, I really don't care about what you have to say. Just get the hell out of here, and please don't come back. This restaurant is my happiness. I don't need you to take that from me too."
"I never thought you were a loser. If anything..." he sighs as he takes his fingers through his hair "I am a loser for not saying anything."
You step back and sit on your desk. You're just imagining things. It's the heat of the kitchen seeping into you. You can't fall for it. Not even when he steps closer, the space between you dwindling.
"I.. I don't believe you." You look away, desperately looking for an escape route, even though you know there isn't one.
"No." The firmness in his voice caught you off guard.
"What?"
He walked over to you, grabbing your chin gently, so that he could look into your eyes. "You're going to let me explain, then, if you still hate me, I will leave and you'll never hear from me again."
He's too close. Dangerously close. So you just manage to swallow and nod. He let's your face go and he moves away to sit on the chair across from you. He leans over, his elbows on his knees as he talks.
"I... I never thought you were a loser. I was intimidated by the guys and I just... I had to agree to feel accepted. I actually thought you were cute." He blushes, looking away and laughs.
He sits there for a moment before another, more serious, look washed across his face. "Also, I didn't want to hurt you.. I knew that my parents expected me to marry the daughter of a friend. Neither of us were happy about it, but our parents constantly reminded us that we would be married eventually, so we shouldn't get involved with anyone else. It would only compliment things." He let out a dark scoff. "As you can see that didn't exactly work out as planned."
"Why should I believe you, Seokjin? After all this time? You didn't even remember me!" You say as you stand up, walking over to him.
And he looks worried. By god, does he look worried and you just want to drown on those beautiful eyes. But you can't, you have to remember how you got here. How it felt when you realized that you never had a chance.
"You don't see how much you've changed do you?"
"What?"
Jin shook his head. "You cut your hair, changed the color, got rid of your glasses, stopped wearing clothes that were four sizes to big, and you're surprised that I didn't recognize you after a decade?"
You looked at him, shocked that he had noticed so much. He continued. "You're still beautiful, smart, and talented, but the shy, quiet, girl from high school is gone. You've replaced her with the amazing, accomplished, and confident woman that is standing in front of me."
You swallow thickly again. He stood up and towered over you once more. Now that he's so close you can't help but stare at his lips, so... plump and full. And his neck so... exposed. You wanted to bite his neck. You shake your head to snap out of it and just smile.
"Thank you. For the compliment. But know that hearing you say that broke me. I... I always liked you from afar and you lead me on to think you liked me back. Being friendly and all."
You sigh and sit back on the desk, trying to get space from the heat between the two of you. He follows you.
"I'm sorry for that, but I really didn't want to hurt you by getting involved when I knew I couldn't stick around. And I DID like you, hell I was in love with you! Fuck, I still am!"
You froze. "What?"
"Shit.. fuck.. I didn't mean to say that." He looked terrified. "I just made things worse, didn't I?"
You stood there in shocked silence. He sighed. "I'll leave then.... Goodbye, Y/N, just know that I didn't lie. I've loved you for years."
No no. This isn't happening.
He loved you. He STILL loves you. Like you loved him and compared every man to him. You're definitely not believing him. And you're definitely not on your tiptoes kissing him before he exits the door.
His lips mold perfectly to yours, his hands, frozen for a moment, now press you against him as he kisses you back as eagerly. You move back, gasping for air.
"I... don't go. You can't go after saying that, Seokjin."
He looks at you, trying to figure out what just happened. You walk backwards, pulling him with you, until you feel the back of your thighs touch your desk. You hop up, sitting on it, urging him to stand in front of you. "Seokjin, talk to me."
His eyes are now darkened, he stares into yours and burns flames into you. He looks down from your eyes to your neck, through your lacy bra poking out of your chef's jacket. Then his lips are far too close to your ear.
"I love you, Y/N. And I didn't know you liked me either." He laughs sweetly in your ear, his lips tickling your neck. "You don't hate me right now, do you?"
You tried to suppress a moan, his lips kept ghosting over the spot you desperately wanted them. His finger was slowly grazing the other side of your neck, down your chest, over your cleavage, only stopping to trace the hot pink lace peeking out at him.
You shiver at his touch, he smirked, amused at your reaction.
"I have heard that hate sex is fun. Perhaps... we should try it. If you hate me, that is."
He bites on that spot, the spot that's making you quiver under his touch and grasp at his black shirt, your legs pulling him close to you.
You barely whisper, "Fuck me. Right here and now, Kim Seokjin."
He wastes no time, unbuttoning your jacket and pulling your pants off within seconds.
You were about to take off your jacket when he stopped you.
"Leave it on, in fact, don't take anything else off until I say so."
You're confused, but you obey. Instead of reaching for his shirt and untucking it. Thankfully, he had chosen to wear a polo shirt with his slacks, so you don't have to wait long before he is yanking it over his head. In the meantime, you undo his pants, pulling them down so he can step out of them.
You sit back to admire him. He's grown so much and looks even better than you imagined. Your mouth clings to his neck and your nails scratch down his shoulder as you bring him closer, grinding yourself against him and moaning in his ear. You gasp when you feel him pull your panties to the side. He groans, running his cock up and down your slit.
"So ready and eager for me."
Suddenly, he thrusts into you, hands gripping your hips roughly. You're definitely gonna have bruises after this. He bites hard onto your lip as he moves fast and hard, his length filling you up just right. You try to match him as you tug on his hair and you moan his name as he is slowly bringing you to the edge.
Of course he would, he's that perfect after all
Moments later you're cumming all over him as you moan his name. He keeps thrusting prolonging your orgasm.
He looks down in amazement. "Baby, did you know that you're a squirter?"
Completely missing the pet name, you look at him confused. You were still a little fuzzy and couldn't fully think straight.
"What are you talking about?"
Jin chuckles, dragging his long fingers over your sensitive slit, bringing them to his mouth before sucking them clean.
"You left me positively soaked. Delicious by the way. Maybe the best thing you've fed me so far."
He smirks and kisses you, and you can't help but laugh.
"That was lame, Seok Jin."
He chuckles. "Made you laugh though."
Before you could respond, he reached between you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he leaned forward.
"Baby, I'm close, but I need you to cum again."
You move slip away from him and turn over, your ass to him and you press yourself against him.
"Is that better?" And take his hard cock in your hand and ease him back and you curse, reminding you how thick this boy is.
You look back and smirk at him wiggling an eyebrow. "What are you waiting for, big boy?"
He loses it, thrusting into you at an inhuman speed, hitting your g-spot each and every time. It doesn't take long before you're falling apart around him, and a couple of thrusts later, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside of you.
You lay against the cool desk beneath you, panting as you come back from, what probably was, the best orgasm in your life. He moves away to fix his clothes.
"I got to say. Coming to your restaurant was definitely a treat, baby."
He brings you up and kisses you sweetly again, making your head dizzy. "You know... we need to catch up on lost time."
You look up at him confused. "What are you talking about?"
He smirks. "Well, once you get dressed, I am going to take you home, to either your place or mine, and I am going to show you how much I love you."
You gasp. "The.. the restaurant."
"Babe, it's closed. I was the last customer here, so I'm sure all of your employees are long gone."
You were getting dressed, but stopped, suddenly realizing that he had been calling you that this whole time. "Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Obviously because I don't intend to let you slip through my fingers this time. You're mine, Y/N, and I will spend the next twenty years proving it to you if necessary."
You roll your eyes at him,but you do secretly enjoy the comment. Twenty years of this? Sign me the hell up.
You pack your things and head towards the door, your tall lover stopping you in your tracks.
"Wait, we need to stop at the kitchen before we leave."
He walks ahead of you as you're busy locking the door.
"You ate a four course meal, how are you still hungry?"
You make way towards the empty kitchen, one of the fridge doors wide open as he rummages through the contents. You raise an eyebrow as you grip your messenger bag to you and laugh.
"You have got to be kidding me, Kim? Strawberries and whipped cream?
He walks back to you and kisses your forehead, a devilish smile on his lips as he moves away.
"I did miss one important part, you know?" he licks his lips and presses them to your ear and whispers "guess you'll be my dessert for the night."