Seventeen imagines

#116 "Chef Kim"

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."