My dream is to be the great head chef of my own restaurant. But before I'll achieve it, I need to endure the most difficult job ever inside the kitchen- Assistant chef, or simply called as, "the errand girl."

I closed my eyes and left out a long sighed. Hooooooooooo. I am so tired.

When I opened my eyes again I found a  tall man towered over me. His appearance alone was seductive. The man's rugged features were alluring. His raven black hair, which glisten in the moonlight illuminating,  as if God had molded him just to spoil these eyes.

"Why are you spacing out you idiot! Move your ass! Or I'll kick you out!" he shouted.

His voice, itself is enough to stopped my heart and to made me realized I was literally spacing out during work. Damn!

"Y-Yes Chef Mingyu! I-Im sorry!" I bowed to him and glanced at his face.

"Tss. Get me the chopping knife!" he ordered.

I quickly move my ass and gave him the chopping knife.

Chef  Kim Mingyu picked up the chopping knife and cut the vegetables into perfect matchsticks in the time it took most people just peel the carrots. Every motion was precise from intense repetition and he prided himself on the machine-like perfection of his shapes. Everything was even, uniform, perfect.

He looked over at the sous chef and scowled, "So slow! So inept! He'd been born faster than that!"  His eyes narrowed as she applied the seasoning and his mouth tightened to a thin straight line, “Too much, too much!”

Chef Kim Mingyu is the head chef in La Ringe restaurant, the place I am working as an assistant chef. He is the owner of this resto and it is actually popular. People outside probably lining up just to taste the foods in here. The other reason that made this restaurant oh so popular is because of Chef Kim's known in the public as "the most handsome chef ever!"

He might be handsome, rich, and talented, but Chef Kim's is scary inside the kitchen. He always shout, cursed and throw foods if he didn't like it. I know every chef is most likely like him (since it is so stressful in the kitchen and he needs to be strict to show his power). However, I can't prevent myself from hating him and cursing him behind his back. He is my boss tho. A jerk boss to be exact.

Just wait until I become a real chef! I crushed you down you idiot!

"What's with that glare? Wanna die?" He said. I saw him looking at me, and his gaze feels like an act of violence.

I gulped and faked a smile. "N-Nothing chef!"

Geez, he almost caught me.

My work for today ended at 9pm. As usual, I end it by putting all of the trash outside; it is my task.

"Hooo! I am so tired," I exclaimed as I sat at the side of the restaurant's back door.

I'm tired, yet I am so happy. Being inside the kitchen and getting my dreams little by little make my job more easier.

After some minutes of looking at the stars above the sky, I went in and found out that my colleagues already went home. So I changed my uniform to my casual clothes and get my bag. As I am taking the path outside the kitchen, I saw our head chef cooking pasta on the side. I guess he is making a new recipe.

Our eyes met and the nervousness aroused on my skin.

"You are still here?" He asked while holding the pan and putting the pasta on the plate.

"Y-Yes chef. I'm going home. Have a nice night." I bowed to him and took a step away.

"I don't hate you."

Those four words halted me from leaving the place. I looked back and his eyes are still on mine.

"Your actions towards me showed that you are afraid. I don't hate you," he added and softly chuckled.

It is weird.

I watched him move, there was something in him combined with a gentleness that made my heart reach out. Why he is so kind to me tonight?!

"I t-thought you hate me, Chef," I blabbered.

He turned and caught my eye; before I could turn away with shyness, a genuine grin spread across his face, turning it from handsome into divine. In that moment I  felt my body flush warm. This was a person I wanted to know more than I'd ever felt before.

"Just because I shouted on you, glared at you, cursed you and almost hit you, you thought I already hate you?" He giggled, AGAIN!. " Oh come on. It is all about professionalism. I am a head chef. and I need to act superior inside the kitchen. I know all the staff hated me. But don't you know that the other chef are my friends? Aigoo. Tsk tsk tsk. If you are emotional like that, you won't survive in this industry."

He is right.

As a head chef, he needs to act like a jerk inside the kitchen to survive. And here I am, hating him and cursing him behind my back. Now I am so guilty! He seems like a kind guy!For the past two months, I thought he is a devil wearing a human mask. Guess I was wrong.

"Anyway, I made a new Bongole pasta recipe. Come here. Taste this and say your opinion," he offered with a smile.

"O-Okay chef." I slowly approached him, getting the fork and taste the pasta he just made.

Wow.

Just wow!

It taste so good!

"How is it?" He asked, full of curiosity.

"Chef! This is so good! Wow!" I exclaimed and gave two thumbs up.

Chef Kim chuckled. For the first time, his smiles made my heart beat so fast.

"What is your dream?" he suddenly asked with a serious tone.

I gulped the remaining pasta inside my mouth before I answered. "To be a succesfull chef like you? Hmm, having my own restaurant and work as the head chef."

"Ahh, so your dream is my job?"  He bend his long legs to met my height and put his arms on the table to support his weight, while his eyes are on me.

"Y-Yes," I stuttered. Gosh, he is so close I can't breathe.

"If you want to succeed, you have to endure a jerk head chef like me. Kitchen is scary," he joked.

And it made laugh. That means, he will continue scolding me when we are working. Now I found it cool.

"So, how about love life? Are you dating someone?"

I freeze and almost choke by his question. It was too sudden!

"O-Of course I don't! I am so busy working here. I don't have time for dating. W-What about you chef?"

"Hmmmm," he  hummed. Chef put his hand under his chin and answered, "If you are busy, my life is busier. So I don't have any love life."

Chef's fans will be happy if their heard it. Well, I will admit that his statement made me happy to. Why?! That was so weird! Ugh!

"But if you will date a guy someday, what is your ideal type?" He asked in low tone.

"Hmmm, I didn't think about it."

"Ohhh I see. Then, what about a chef? Do you want to date a chef? For example, a scary head chef like me?"

"Hmm, sure. It will be interesting to date a guy with the same interest with me. Also, dating a handsome chef like y--"

Wait.

What did he say a moment ago?

He exampled himself?! Am I right or I heard it wrong?!

I stopped and looked at him, the way he looked at me. My cheeks felt burning and I know I don't have enough courage to hide it from him.

"February 14 is a holiday. Meet me at the Reumsam park at 9 am in the morning. Deal?" he offered , leaning more closer to check my reaction.

I slightly moved back and my eyes traces up to his eyes. I was surprised by his offered, I didn't know what to say or to think right now.

My feet started to move backward, away from him. As I muttered the words, "C-Chef, that is not a date r-right?" Cause I... Ahhhh!"

But I slipped on the floor and almost fell my back against it. Fortunately, Chef Mingyu caught me and firmly held my shoulder.

The first thing I saw is his eyes, and when I am looking at it,   it feels  as if space and time become the finest point imaginable, time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed. 

I trace his lip lightly with the tip of my finger. That was a weird move I made but for this moment, I don't know what I am thinking.

His lips pouts slightly, maybe, he is quite shocked by my sudden move. When his lips parted a little bit,   I have such an urge to bite it, to kiss it, to wrap us up in a quilt and listen to our gentle breathing, watching the cotton ripple like skipping stones and sharing crooked smiles.

His lip feels slightly chapped under my feather light touches but I simply cannot bring myself to give a damn.

I gaze so intently at each divot of that lip, as if it could map out ancient seas and college plans and tell me everything I don't know.

And I don't want to look up.

Because if I look up, I may find myself at the mercy of questioning eyes, pleading, begging to know what I was doing, and I'm not at liberty to say because I simply do not know.

"Are you teasing me just because I offered a date with you?" He asked.

"H-Huh?"

My eyes widened and I decided to pulled back. But Chef held me closer, pinned me on the sink and suddenly kisses my lips!

I was... speechless.

I was blank.

All I could think is his tongue exploring inside my mouth.

It was  crazy!

Hell, I can't stop him because it feels so good.

And while Chef Kim is kissing me, This thought is running inside my head: "What kind of romance story I'll have, when I will start working inside the kitchen with him tomorrow?!"

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