Namjoon x pastry chef Reader
Word count: 3383
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Reader POV
"Y/N! Come here quick!"
You dashed out of the room like an 'abort mission', breathing heavily as you reached to stand in front of the head chef.
"Yes, ma'am, you called?"
The messily dressed woman with stray blonde wisps sticking out of her chef's hat looked you up and down before frowning.
"Didn't bother to clean yourself up?"
You immediately looked down at your attire, finding it blotched with spots of flour and cream.
"Sorry, ma'am. I'll clean up," you replied looking apologetic, while you had to bite your tongue from letting out a snarky comment instead.
Scoffing in your direction, the woman pulled opened a page in the blue register and read out, "Chocolate cake with fruit décor, extra small, no whipped cream. By 9 am."
You nodded, understanding.
"A company has asked for it. The name sounds like a big one, so level it up, got it?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
And she held the register out for you to take, prompting you to grab it from her hands. Once she had left your sight, you looked down at the order. Well, for a small cake, there were a lot of designs asked, and several candles too. When your eyes spotted the company that had ordered, you frowned. 'Big Hit Entertainment'.
"Hmm.....I swear I've heard this name before...." You mused.
Your boss was right. It did sound like a big company, an entertainment one at that too.
Shrugging, you started heading towards the kitchen at the back.
You were a chef at one of the best pastry houses in the city, so it wasn't a new thing to get orders from big companies. In fact, you loved working on orders like those, because it made you feel somewhat important; some privileged person would be eating your cake. Smiling, you got to work. It was a simple cake, but simple ones were the ones that could go wrong very easily, so you put your utmost care into making it. In about two hours, a small, delicious looking chocolate cake topped with fruits and designs as requested sat on top of the aluminum base, ready to be boxed over. You were already too used to seeing beautiful, and sometimes terribly tempting pastries be covered up and handed over to someone else, so you waited on the stool behind the counter with practiced grace, eyes trained on anything but the cake.
It was five minutes to 9 am when the bells jingled, signaling someone at the door. You stood up from your seat with a wide smile.
"Goodmorning! Welcome to Jellycakes!"
"Ah, hi. I.....we ordered a cake. Small, chocolate one," said the man that had come in, holding out a piece of paper with scribblings all over it.
You nodded, taking the paper from his hand and going over the words on it. Your boss's scribblings which would have looked like a whole other language to someone else made clear sense to you, and you nodded again, placing the piece of paper on the counter before going to pull the uncovered chocolate cake over.
"Is this the one?" you asked showing it to the customer, who nodded his vigorously.
You nodded back, and made quick work of the box cover, before placing it in a packet and signaling over to the payment counter.
"You may pay over there, thank you."
The man thanked you in return before heading there.
Then all of a sudden, your friend at the counter turned to you.
"Y/N, did you put the candles in?"
Your eyes widened when you realized that you hadn't and you hurriedly grabbed the pile you'd stashed somewhere behind and put them into the bag. Candles were given for free at your pastry house.
"Will these many candles be enough?" you asked the customer, who frowned. "Would there be around twenty at least?"
"Uh, um...yes, more than twenty I presume," you replied, slightly surprised by his question.
He laughed, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Sorry, the birthday boy is turning 26 this year so...."
"Oh, it's alright! Not a problem," you said, laughing back politely.
Soon, he'd gone after paying and you were left to your thoughts. So, it was a guy's birthday....and he was turning 26......
Your curiosity was perked. Being that an entertainment company had asked for the cake, you wondered if maybe the birthday boy was someone signed under the company.....which could mean that the cake was for someone famous.....!
Suddenly feeling excited, you searched for the name of the company of the internet. You wondered if nothing would show up for 'Big Hit Entertainment', but, boy, were you wrong. There was one word in the search answers that caught your eyes immediately and you gasped. 'BTS'. That's why you'd found the company name familiar. It was BTS's label company!
Scrolling down further, your eyes widened in shock. Apparently, it was Kim Namjoon's birthday today.
"So.....the cake I made was for......Kim Namjoon!?" you cried out.
"What? What did you say?" you heard your boss reply, and she suddenly appeared from inside, prompting you to hide your phone behind your back.
"Uh...B...uh....n-n-nothing! Nothing! I said nothing!"
She narrowed her eyes at you.
"I heard that the company that ordered that cake ordered it for an idol's birthday. Let's hope we get no complaints from them," she said taking a few steps forward. The menacing look on her face made you gulp.
"I did my best. There will be no complaints."
"Hmph, we'll see when the review comes in," she scoffed, before taking off.
Sighing, you shook your head, and placed a palm on your chest to calm your racing heart. You weren't a huge fan of BTS, but you didn't have to be to know who they were. From what you knew, they were the biggest boy band of the year, one that had reached first place on the Billboard hot 100......and you'd just made the cake that they'd be eating! You couldn't wait for the review to come in. Smiling widely in happiness, you walked back to your place behind the counter, ready to drown yourself in a celebratory pastry.
A few customers had come and gone in between the time of your shift at the counter, but none had turned up your curiosity as much as the person who came in at about 2 pm.
You were sitting on your seat, playing subway surfers as usual, when the bells jingled, prompting you to quickly plop your phone into the pocket of your apron and look up with a smile.
"Goodevening! Welcome to Jellycakes!"
What immediately caught your attention was the customer's height. A long black trench coat covered a warmly dressed body, while a mask covered the face. With clothes screaming money, and posture screaming a confidence that could only come with fame, you knew at once that it was someone big.
"What may I do for your today?" you asked, as the person came to stand in front of you.
"Um....earlier today...."
His deep thrumming voice vibrated in your chest, making you gulp. The aura coming off of him startled you, making you feel......enchanted in a way you'd never felt before.
"A chocolate cake was ordered. About this big," he said, moving his hands up to signify the size of a ball. Your eyes followed his ringed fingers.
"I.....I want to know who made it."
You looked up, shocked.
Chocolate cake.....the size of a small football....you'd only sold one cake like that today....yours!
Then suddenly, the man pulled his mask down, revealing the most gorgeous statuesque face you'd ever laid your eyes on. The golden skin and dimpled cheeks were enough for you to realize who was talking to you, but did you react? How could you, when it felt as if your body had turned to ice, with only your heart beating at the speed of a race car?
"Um...." Namjoon's eyes fluttered, unfocused, pulling you back to reality. Realizing that you'd been staring at his face the entire time, you immediately backed up, hands in front of you, bowing deeply.
"I'm so sorry, sir!" Your voice sounded terribly high pitched.
"Ahah, it's ok, it's ok," he replied, laughing nervously and waving his hands in front of him. "I- I just wanted to know who made that cake."
You looked up, no doubt blushing. You couldn't get yourself to meet his eyes, but nevertheless said, "I'm so sorry, sir, but it's against our rules to let customers know who made their order," your words coming out in practiced fashion.
"Oh..."
You finally looked at his face, finding a completely embarrassed expression on it. You'd never ever imagined that you'd be seeing an idol in the flesh, or even have one talk to you, but here he was, a worldwide famous idol you'd made a birthday cake for, asking for none other than you. Maybe....you could make an exception for him.....
You couldn't help but let a hundred secret ideas and fantasies flow through your mind before shaking your head and then smiling.
Of course, you could make an exception for him, whether or not it would make your stupid fantasies come true. Besides, you weren't even a big fan of BTS.
"Well......" you spoke, making Namjoon turn his eyes to you.
"If you really want to know....but please, I'm only revealing this information for the sake of your-"
You gasped.
"Happy birthday!" you cried out, hands held out in front of you, before you could stop yourself.
Namjoon looked startled for a moment, before relaxing into a smile.
He held your small hand in his, letting you shake it.
"Thank you," he said. His dimpled smile was sending shivers down your spine, and you pulled your hand away before your mind could go into overdrive.
"Um...uh, well, for your question," you started saying, smoothening your apron down professionally.
"It was me."
His lack of reply made you look up, only to find his eyes completely trained on your face.
"Y-you made that? Really?" he stuttered, and you nodded with a smile, somewhat embarrassed.
"It was amazing! Your cake was amazing! I-I've never tasted a cake so wonderful before!"
His sudden string of compliments for your cake made your eyes widen in shock. Blinking rapidly, you forced yourself to calm down just enough to smile.
"Th-thank you!" You couldn't meet his eyes again.
This was making you go crazy!
"Ah....actually, I wanted to ask you if you could maybe......make another one of that cake for me..."
His words made you look up.
"Again?"
"Yes, and a little bigger this time."
"Oh."
"There's someone I would like to taste it."
"Oh....um..."
You didn't know what to say. He sounded like one of the customers that had come in a second time earlier asking for another piece of pastry because he wanted to give his wife a taste of it.
"Um, the very same cake? No difference?" you finally asked, pulling the blue register out to jot down the order.
"Yes."
You nodded, looking down to hide your frown as you wrote the order.
Your snooper senses had suddenly been switched on. Why did he need another cake like that? He must have most probably had the previous cake with the other members of his band, so if he was asking for another one...then it might mean....that he had someone back at home.....?!
"Um...by when would you need it?"
"As soon as possible, please. Actually, I'm very happy that you agreed to make another one like before! I was worried that you wouldn't."
You looked up with a smile.
"To be honest, you should have been more worried about whether you'd even be able to meet the person who made that cake."
Your words made Namjoon laugh, and even that made your ears burn. He was just so handsome.
"Well, it'll take about two hours."
"Oh....then I'll wait. Outside."
You nodded and then tore out the piece of paper before handing it to him. "Thank you."
As you walked back into the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel his eyes on your back, which only made your ears burn even more.
Not only had Kim Namjoon spoken to you directly, but he had also asked you to make another cake for him because he'd loved the previous one. Feeling flushed, you told yourself to make the next cake just as great, no matter whom it was for.
Yet.....you couldn't help but wonder.
Namjoon POV
The moment he had tasted that cake, he'd fallen in love with it. He wasn't a big fan of cakes, but that one.....it was the best he'd ever had! He knew at once that he had to know who had made it. The fact that some of the staff hadn't got the chance to taste it had given him all the more reason to go to the pastry house and find out the chef behind that cake.
What he hadn't expected was to see a beautiful face. You were so beautiful you'd taken his breath away. Adding to that was the fact that your small hands had crafted that utterly delicious cake. He couldn't help but want to hold it longer, but seeing your flushed face, he had to let go. Your cute smile and embarrassed expression had made his heart thump faster and faster. The way you had suddenly cried out a birthday wish for him was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, making him laugh out loud. He was starting to fall for you in a way he'd never expected himself to. It was the most sudden of feelings. Something like....love at first sight.....even though in his whole life, he'd never believed such a thing. And it was to happen on his birthday of all days!
When you'd agreed to make the cake for him again, he felt his heart leap with joy, and he couldn't help but watch you as you swiftly moved somewhere inside. He was ready to wait however long it took just to see your face again, and taste your cake again.
Exactly two hours of watching videos in his car later, he walked into the shop again, heart racing with anticipation. And there you were, walking out from the kitchen holding a box in your hands. He watched as you gracefully placed the box on the counter and turned to him.
"You're right on time," you said with a smile, making his heart jump to his throat. It wasn't right for him to behave this way, but he just couldn't help it.
"Ahah..." he started, nervously. "Thank you so much. It was wrong of me to ask you to make the exact same cake again...."
"Oh, no! It's not a problem at all!" you said in reply, making him smile.
"I can't wait to taste it again," he said, to which you laughed.
He moved on to the payment counter, where another man came from inside to bill the cake.
"Thank you for ordering with us!" he heard you say, but before he left, he walked over to stand in front of you again.
"Thank you so much. You've made me day," he drawled, watching you blush profusely, words stuck in your throat.
"I'll be back for more pastries.....so don't forget me," he said with a wink, but before catching your reaction, he walked away. He suddenly felt the need to see you again when he didn't have a duty on his shoulders, a duty like delivering that cake to his staff. So, he planned to come back to the shop later so that he could talk with you again. For now, he had to get back to the company before any fans caught him.
Your POV
Kim Namjoon had just told you that you'd made his day......on his birthday.....what could be more wonderful than that?!
But for now, you had something else to do instead of reveling in happiness. You had to find out whom that cake was going to.
You'd been itching to ask him earlier but that would have just seemed bad. Besides, why would he tell you about the exitance of a secret girlfriend just because he liked your cake?
Somehow, your snooper senses had been lifted to a terrible high, so much so that you had to find out exactly whom Namjoon was taking that cake to, otherwise you wouldn't be able to sleep.
As you stepped out of your shop, got onto a taxi and asked the driver to follow Namjoon's car, you couldn't help but feel terrible. You were acting exactly like a Sasaeng, an obsessive fan.
Wait.......was this how normal people became Sasaengs?
Your heart rate immediately increased, but gritting your teeth, you told yourself you could think about that later.
Your taxi driver followed the black car all the way till it disappeared into a parking space, and then you asked him to stop, paid, thanked him, and then got off to walk the rest of the way. You walked slowly, quietly, in no way wanting to alert any attention to yourself.
Suddenly, you saw Namjoon and another man walk out of the same parking space and quickly hid yourself behind a tree. You knew what you were doing could be classified as dumb, but you had no choice. When you turned around, no one was in sight, so, sighing in relief, you started walking till you reached the building next to the parking space; one that Namjoon must have probably gone into.
You stared up at the building, wondering why his girlfriend would be living in an office building like that.
And then you saw it.
Namjoon was handing the cake over to a group of men and women right within your sight.
"It's really delicious," he said, making the group of people crowd around the cake in a moment.
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Your immediate reaction was to slap your forehead and then groan in frustration. How could you have been so stupid! Namjoon had bought another cake for the staff! Not for some secret girlfriend you'd created in your mind!
You stood there for a while, holding your head, completely immersed in the stupidity of your actions, until you suddenly realized that someone could look your way at any moment and it would be game over for you. Slightly panicking, you quickly turned around to walk away, but just as you took a step forward, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. The next thing you knew, two hands were on your shoulders and you were pulled back into something hard.
"What's my little pastry chef doing here?"
Namjoon warm breath fanned the space between your neck and your ear, making you gasp.
You were frozen, heart in your throat.
There was nothing you could do now. You were caught.
"Did you....want to have a taste of the cake too?"
His words made you regain enough sense to cry out, "No! No! I-I-I....I just wanted to....."
He laughed, spinning you around in his grip.
"Why did you follow me all the way here then?" he asked with an all-knowing smile, making you gulp.
It was too late to lie.
"I-I'm so sorry! I...I just wanted to know whom you were going to give that cake to."
There, it was out.
You watched Namjoon's eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Y-you...that's what you wanted to know?"
"Yeah," you replied, looking down in embarrassment. How could you have been so stupid......
Suddenly, he started laughing, making you look up at him in shock.
"I felt bad for a moment that it was because I'd bragged so much about your cake but you never got a chance to taste it yourself!"
You stared at him for a moment, before a smile formed on your face.
"No way! I've had enough cakes in my lifetime for something like that!"
"Ahah.....well, just in case you were a little sad about that," he started to say, and the next moment, you found lips pressed against yours, and your eyes widened in utter shock. A second later, Namjoon pulled back and looked into your startled eyes.
"It wasn't just your cake that made my day," he said, voice low, before closing in again. This time, you couldn't help but kiss him back. The shock hadn't worn off at all, but the feeling of satisfaction you felt as Namjoon kissed you, letting you taste your cake on his lips, overrode any other feelings.
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"........The most wonderful taste ever. Had all kinds of hormones flowing in. Accolades to the chef who poured in so many feelings and tons of harwork," You heard your boss finish reading out the review for your cake. You couldn't help but smile.
A part of you knew that Namjoon was probably not talking about the cake in the last few lines, but you loved it, nevertheless.
No, you loved him.
You'd never once imagined that you ever would......but sometimes, things happened. And when they did, you just had to go with the flow.
That's how life was.
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And the two of you were the happiest couple ever for years and years to come.
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Hope you guys liked this!
I know I'm late, but still,
Happy Birthday, Kim Namjoon!
*heartu*