Letting out a sigh of exhaustion, you toss your bag onto your couch, letting out a soft sigh before walking towards the kitchen. You had an exhausting day at work and just want to relax with a nice, unhealthy burger prepared by your favorite chef.

Once opening the kitchen doors, you widen your eyes to find pans lying on the floor, eggs thrown at the walls and your chef breathing heavily, looking disgruntled. You slowly step into the kitchen and let an awkward clear of your throat echo throughout the kitchen.

She slowly turns around, her throat tightening as she gulps audibly. You stare in her direction as she takes a deep breath before standing tall in her spot, chest puffed out, exuding confidence.

You lift your eyebrows in shock as you look around the room, taking in the chaotic sight.

"Miss Y/N," her sudden words catch you off guard as you look back at her. She closes her eyes for a moment as she lets out a huff, crossing her arms. "I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?" You ask as you look around the kitchen, eyes bewildered by the mess. "Mess up my kitchen?!"

"You're always constantly making me cook not only for you, but for these pigs that you choose to bring into your home!" She exclaims, referring to the man you had asked her to prepare breakfast for.

"Pigs?" You let out a laugh before you shake your head, looking down at the ground. You spot your chef's favorite pan lying on the floor by your foot. You lean down, picking up the pan before pointing it towards her direction. "I'm not forcing you to work here. This is all voluntary. If you don't want to work for me or cook for these so called 'pigs' that I bring home, you can quit." You say, a hint of authority in your voice.

Her eyes widen, taken aback by your words. Perhaps she expected you to beg for her to stay, expected you to show some dependence towards her. She takes a deep breath, nodding to herself in disappointment as she walks towards you, grabbing her favorite pan from your hand and walking towards the swinging doors of the kitchen.

"You can just mail me my last paycheck." She says before stepping out of the kitchen. You stand in your kitchen, still gawking at the mess spread throughout your kitchen. You inhale sharply before placing your thumb and index finger around the bridge of your nose. You hear footsteps next to you, followed by a gasp. You nod your head before looking up and making eye contact with Jimin, your trusted secretary in charge of helping you with your company and home life. He slumps his shoulders before nodding politely as he walks to the closet, pulling out some cleaning supplies. He grabs ahold of the mop handle and begins mopping at the eggs on the floor.

You still never understood why Jimin would always clean up the messes the previous chefs would leave. You have a maid, but Jimin always cleans the messes before she even gets the chance to. All without you asking him to do so.

"I'm guessing this means Mina quit?" He asks, brows furrowed as he cleans the mess. You scratch the back of your head as you nod slightly.

"Yeah. It's a shame. She made really good steak." You say, your stomach growling as you think about the perfect medium-rare cooked steak seasoned to perfection. Jimin senses your hunger before biting into his lower lip. He looks over at you before parting his plump lips to speak.

"You know, a good friend of mine is a chef," he starts off before he holds the mop at this side by the handle, leaning against the thin wooden stick as he continues speaking. "He makes the best steak and seafood."

Your eyes light up at his words, your head snapping in his direction as he lets out a soft laugh.

"Really?" You ask. Once he starts to nod his head you slap your hands together and intertwine your fingers. You put your best puppy dog face on, jutting out your lower lip as you stare at Jimin. "Can you please please please ask if he'd be willing to work for me?"

"I can ask him tonight. I'm going out with him for drinks. I'll let you know what he says." Jimin says before going back to mopping. The kitchen grows quiet, making the sound of your stomach echo throughout the room. You immediately run towards the pantry, opting for a bag of chips, seeing as you didn't have someone to make you a proper meal now. Jimin lets out a laugh as he sees you munching on your chips.

"Thank you, by the way for cleaning this up. You didn't have to do that. I didn't even know she could be capable of making a mess like this." Jimin nods his head, a small smile forming on his face as he looks at you.

"No problem, Y/N. It's my job to help you out." You nod your head before grinning at him. Once the room goes quiet once more, you walk out of the kitchen, leaving Jimin to attend to the mess without any distractions.

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"So, you're Jimin's friend?" You ask, looking at the man sitting in front of you. He lets out a laugh, causing a windshield wiper noise to echo throughout your office. You widen your eyes for a moment before laughing at the sound of his laugh. His broad shoulders shake up and down as he laughs.

Suddenly his laughter dies down and he nods his head, a serious expression spreading on his face.

"Yes. Jiminie is one of my friends," he starts as he tries his hardest not to laugh. He ends up breaking, bursting into laughter again before he speaks. "Sorry, awkward job interviews are funny to me."

You arch an eyebrow before you lean forward on your chair. You appreciate that this guy isn't as serious as your previous chef. It's refreshing to have a chef who is comfortable around you and isn't kissing your ass 24/7.

"No, it's fine. I could use a laugh anyway. Working the whole day kinda takes away your personality after a bit." Seokjin's brow arches as he stares in your direction. A tiny smirk starts forming on his plump, pink lips. You lean back in your chair for a moment.

"You could use a laugh, huh?" He asks before he sits up, excitedly. "Clearly, Jimin-ah didn't tell you much about me. Do you happen to like dad jokes?" He asks, smiling widely as he stares over at you.

"Dad jokes?" He nods as he stares in your direction.

"I'm quite known for them among my friend group. I always make Jimin laugh with them." He states before his smile widens. "I have plenty of dad jokes. If you like them, I could tell one right now."

You raise your eyebrows at how bold and confident this man is. He just got in here a few minutes ago and now he's trying to tell you dad jokes? This has got to be good.

An idea sparks into your head. You press your lips together for a moment as you place both hands onto the flat surface of your desk, pulling your rolling chair closer to the desk. You place your elbows on the table and lean your head onto the palms of your hands while staring at Seokjin.

"If you can tell me a dad joke that will make me laugh and cook a steak for me that makes my mouth water, you're hired."

Seokjin's smile never leaves his face as he smiles up at you. He leans back in his chair before clearing his throat as he begins to speak.

"Okay, if two vegans get into a fight... is that still considered beef?" He asks. A small smile forms on your face once you hear his joke. You try not to laugh as you bite into your lower lip. "Hey! You said you needed a laugh, so why are you suppressing it?" Seokjin asks as he lets his own laugh out, causing yours to slip out of your mouth. Both of you start laughing and you cover your face for a moment. You take a deep breath and try to regain your posture.

"Okay... you nailed this part," you start and Seokjin nods proudly at his joke. "But, you still have to make me a mouth-watering steak. It's my favorite food and I've been craving one for days now since my chef quit."

"Ah, that's why you called me here. Jimin-ah must have mentioned my steak to you, huh?" He asks, the smile never leaving his face as he speaks again. "Yes, I always cook for all of my friends' parties. In particular, Jimin along with my other friend Jungkook are always requesting steak for their parties."

You slowly stand up from your chair and walk towards the door. You glance back at Seokjin before nodding your head towards the door. You lead the way towards your kitchen, now proud of its appearance after Jimin had nicely cleaned it for you. You walk towards the fridge, pulling out a large packet of a nicely frozen steak. You place it on the counter and look back at Seokjin who is already smirking to himself, deep in thought.

"Here's the steak I need you to cook. Spices are in the cabinet right above the stove. Any veggies you might want to use are in the fridge. Tools to use to cook like the knives, spatulas, etc. are all in the drawer to the right of the stove. I'll be at the dining room table whenever you're finished." You state before walking towards the dining table and plopping onto a seat. You pull out your phone immediately and start texting Jimin.

Y/N: Seokjin passed the first part of the interview. He's currently making a steak.

Jimin: tell him not to dirty up the kitchen again. He's very passionate and focused when he cooks and doesn't realize when he makes a mess sometimes.

You glance up at Seokjin who's already opening cabinets, drawers and gathering ingredients along with the supplies he needs for the steak. He opens the packaging for the steak and places the meat onto the cutting board, cutting it into small pieces before he starts coating every piece of the steak in his desired seasonings. You watch in amazement before smiling to yourself.

"Also, Seokjin, Jimin told me to tell you not to make a huge mess out of the kitchen he just cleaned." You state. You watch as Seokjin doesn't even lift his attention from what he's doing while he tenderizes the meat.

"Tell Jimin-ah that art always involves messes. Especially in cooking." He states before he turns his back to you, starting to load the cut veggies and steak onto the pan on the stove. You laugh before replying to Jimin once more.

Y/N: He said 'art always involves messes. Especially in cooking.'

Jimin: yep, that's Seokjin alright.

You look up and see Seokjin still prepping the food. You widen your eyes as the scent of steak spreads throughout the kitchen. You inhale deeply, letting out a pleased sigh. Out of curiosity, you walk towards where he is, glancing over his broad shoulder as you look down at the steak sizzling in the pan.

"Ahh, you said you'd wait by the dining room table," Seokjin scolds before he turns towards you. He points the spatula in your direction. "Go sit down. The food is almost done."

"But I like my steak m-" you start. Seokjin continues to scold, shaking his head as he points towards the chair at the dining room table.

"I know how you like your steak done. Sit." You comply and sit down on the chair. Seokjin places your plate in front of you, steak still sizzling with some seasoning on it. "Medium rare. Just how you like."

"I didn't say I liked medium rare." Seokjin lets out a laugh.

"You like medium rare. I can tell. I'm good at knowing what people like with food."

You take a bite of the steak and immediately widen your eyes, looking up at him. You take more slices of the steak into your mouth and begin eating quickly. Seokjin lets out a laugh as he sees you excitedly eating his steak. His eyes sparkle as he speaks.

"So? Do I get the job?" He asked, smiling down at you.

"This is delicious!" You exclaim before you look at him. "You're hired."

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So, I hope you all enjoy this little prologue/teaser to this new storyline I have about Jin. This won't be as dirty as Voyeurism, but there are MANY sex scenes. Just not as intense as Voyeurism.

This story will not be fully posted until I'm finished with Voyeurism. However, I plan on finishing Voyeurism within the first half of this year. I've prewritten chapters for it and I'm currently writing chapter 43. I plan on ending it around 55-60 chapters (if possible).

Happy Valentine's Day! Consider this my Valentine's Day present to all of you. I hope all of you celebrate Valentine's Day with those that you love and care about. ❤️

I always love hearing your opinions on stuff, so feel free to comment (and vote if you like it but don't want to type out a comment haha. I do that when I get lazy to type out a comment but love a story).

I purple you. ❤️