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werejusttouchingeachother · 5 years ago

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Surprise Me

Summary: You are a food critic and the new restaurant that you decide to review has an unexpected familiar face—Chef!Doyoung au

Genre: smut ®

Words: 9192 (I… I have no excuses.)

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader

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You push open the large glass doors to Timeless, the restaurant that was mentioned over and over again in your inbox and social media for weeks on end now, the hottest new place that everyone was raving about. You take off your Ray Bans, pushing it back into your hair as you enter the warmly-lit eatery. You approach a table right near the window that looks out into the busy street, pretending to not notice how all the waiters’ and waitresses’ eyes immediately widen as they see you and glance at each other in mild panic. Hiding a small smirk, you settle down in your seat and cross your legs, shrugging your jacket off your shoulders as you casually look around.

It hadn’t been long since you got the verified mark on Twitter and Instagram—the 21st century equivalent to being of any importance. After months of posting reviews on popular bistros and restaurants in town on your blog only to be read by about three or four hundreds of people, you decided to mix it up and unleash a bit of your restrained thoughts. Pretty soon, your unfiltered and searing comments, blunt observations with its raw honesty were driving in hordes of readers. In their words (or meme responses, to be absolutely precise), “Why would you say something so controversial yet so brave?”

They either loved every word that you wrote or detested you with every fibre of their being. The latter group was smaller in number because contrary to popular belief, you were honest and the people trusted your opinions, whether they hated it or not. Nevertheless, you didn’t mind it—in fact, you enjoyed the controversy since that was exactly what made you stand out amongst the other million food bloggers and what put you on the map.

You stared at the small golden paper plane-shaped lights that hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room as you ignored the waiters arguing over who would wait your table in your peripheral view.

Two of them played a game of rock, paper and scissors and the winner let out a frustrated groan that was loud enough to grab enough attention. With a tight-lipped smile, he quickly approached your table.

“Hello, miss, my name is Jungwoo and I’ll be your waiter for the afternoon,” he says in a practiced-cheerful tone with an equally practised wide grin to match.

You give him a smile as you lean back in your seat, crossing arms. “Hi, Jungwoo. I’m Y/N.”

He gives you a small uneasy look, shifting slightly. “I know.”

“Oh?” You feign innocence, raising an eyebrow.

“Petty Gluttony,” he says your blogger name. “PG. You’re the food critic.”

“I’d hardly call myself a critic,” you say, placing your phone down on the table. “Just a humble blogger.”

Jungwoo looks like he wants to comment on the ‘humble’ bit for a moment but thinks better of it and settles with a hesitant, “… Right. Anyway, what would you like to have today, miss?”

“Whatever is best,” you reply, shaking your head at the menu that he held out to you as you leaned back, crossing your arms. “Chef’s special. Your recommendations. Most popular favourites. Anything. Surprise me, Jungwoo.”

“What?” Jungwoo blinked, glancing back at the counter with furrowed eyebrows before looking back at you. “Um. Okay.”

You smile at him as he scurries to the kitchen doors. The blond waiter at the counter glances at you briefly before heading in the same direction. You smile and take your phone, glancing through your Instagram as you open the restaurant’s page. You’re scrolling through comments on a photo of bruschetta when a shadow suddenly looms over you.

You raise your head and immediately feel your eyes widen, heart dropping to your stomach.

“Hello, Y/N,” The man in white said, flashing you a gummy smile that made all your thoughts stop. “I know you’re more popularly known by your blogger name but I’d rather not call you Petty Gluttony, if that’s okay.”

“I’m—” you stopped, clearing your throat.

No way. It can’t be.

“Its fine,” you said, forcing yourself to regain composure. “I’m sorry, you are…?”

“Kim Doyoung, Head Chef here at Timeless.”

Oh fuck.

You swallowed slightly and he continued, “Jungwoo told me about your order and I just wanted to know if you have any special requests? Allergies or anything?”

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak and he gave you a small smile. “Any favourites then? Or least favourites, so I know what to avoid.”

At this, you gave him a look. “I enjoy everything, Dong—Mr. Kim,” you corrected yourself hastily. “Hit me with your best shot.”

“Oh, I most certainly will.” He smirked and you looked away for a second to catch your breath, unable to hold his intense gaze for so long. He paused and raked his eyes over you, hesitating before asking, “Is it just you?” At your confused expression, he clarified, “I assumed you had a photographer to take the pictures and such.”

“I try the places alone the first time and bring the photographer around for the second time,” you explained, shrugging. “More menu items that I try, the clearer my review is on a general opinion of the food of that place. Hence, twice.”

“That seems smart,” he nods in approval, flashing that familiar smile again. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I’d actually,” you started, clearing your throat again that had suddenly went dry, “like some wine.”

Well, not suddenly. It had happened as soon as you saw a certain someone.

“Chablis sound good?”

“Pinot Noir.”

“Coming right up.” He turned and you watched his back as he retreated to the kitchen doors and it wasn’t until he was out of sight that you finally let yourself exhale noisily, not realising you’d been holding your breath.

You scramble for your phone and dial the last number you’d called, biting your lip anxiously as you wait for your best friend to pick up.

“Y/N,” His voice comes through after two rings, sounding exasperated. “I told you that I can’t make it for the taste test, I have this stupid thing with my family. Seriously, one more call and you’re going to have to get a new photographer, I swear to g—”

“Johnny,” you cut him off, eyes darting around to make sure no one could hear you. “It’s him. The chef. I’m freaking out, it’s—”

You stopped to take a huge breath and Johnny paused before saying, “What are you talking about? Chef? Who? You mean at Timeless? Where? What?”

“The head chef. Of Timeless. Is. Kim. Doyoung,” You gritted out each word, clenching your fist in your lap.

“Okaaaaaay?” Johnny said, hesitantly. “And that’s a big deal because…?”

You closed your eyes in frustration, wanting to strangle him as you forced yourself to take deep breaths again.

“Suh,” you said slowly. “Remember Doyoung from high school?” At his silence, you prodded, “Kim Dongyoung? Class topper? Valedictorian?” You lowered your voice to a whisper as you hissed, “My crush.”

You hear a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line and it’s the warning to quickly hold your phone at a distance as Johnny starts screeching.

“Oh my God, oh my GOD, NO WAY,” Johnny is yelling now, loud enough that other customers at the nearby tables are looking over at you. “NO FUCKING WAY! THAT GUY? DOYOUNG FROM HIGH SCHOOL? DOYOUNG WITH GREAT GRADES, GREAT SMILE, GREAT ASS? DOYOUNG WITH—”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m not just getting myself a new photographer but also a new best friend,” your tone is low and deadly enough that he quietens down immediately.

“Okay, okay, chill, I’m chill,” he says, inhaling deeply before clearing his throat. “So. Did he recognise you?”

“I don’t—” You stopped, eyes darting up as Jungwoo stood near your table with his practiced smile. You flash your own smile at him, mouthing thanks as he pours the wine for you. You wait until he’s retreated before continuing, “I don’t think so. But that’s expected, I mean. Given our history. Or lack of one, to be precise.”

You recalled how he’d been that one guy in school who everyone had loved and admired. Girls flocked to him like moths to light and for a brief moment, you remember how he’d smirked at you in the hallway when he caught you staring for too long.

That was Doyoung: extremely hot and aware of it which made him cocky as fuck.

He had taken a particular interest to you after that one time in the hallway, flirting with you every chance that he could get just to make you flustered and nervous. It had pissed you off immensely—still does, even just thinking about it—because it had been a game for him and it didn’t help your massive crush on him either.

But you both were different people now. You were no longer that shy awkward girl who blushed easily with just a glance. You were one of the most outspoken bloggers, a nightmare for any restaurant that was trying to maintain a reputation, a person for whom chefs would bend backwards trying to please.

Chefs like Kim Doyoung.

You suddenly imagined him bending backwards quite literally and that obviously lead to the mental image of you bending backwards as you have before so many times, except this time, it was to please him and oh—

You blinked, shaking your head immediately as if trying to shake away the thought.

“Jesus,” you muttered, cutting off Johnny who was saying something.

Get your shit together, Y/N, you aren’t in highschool anymore.

“What?” Johnny questioned at your random outburst. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, what were you saying?” you asked, pressing your fingers to your temples.

“Didn’t he tease you all the time cause he knew you liked him?”

“Yeah, he’s a dick.”

Johnny paused and you regretted your choice of words immediately as he corrected, “A dick that you’d like to ride.”

“Shut up,” you gritted out. “No, I don’t. I was a love-struck idiot teenager then and this is my chance to rewrite that. This is a God-given opportunity, Johnny. The balls are in my court now. He’s under me.”

“Mhm, balls, under you, yeah, you aren’t making this any easier.”

“Johnny, I swear to God—” you cut yourself off as Johnny laughed at you over the phone.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Johnny replied and you could tell he was smiling. You rolled your eyes as you heard him tap away at a keyboard. “All right, Ms. Revenge. How can I be of assistance?”

“Every single negative review,” you immediately replied. “Every single one. Even if it’s just hate, it’s fine. Forward it all to me. About the food, service, ambience, anything. Give me all the dirt you can find on this place.”

“I’m on it, already on their Instagram.” He paused before saying, “How does he look though? Still got it?”

You hesitated before mumbling, “Check for yourself. His personal has been tagged on quite a few of the posts. Can’t believe my dumbass missed it.”

You listen to the taps of Johnny’s fingers and then there’s a low whistle that tells you he’s found what you’ve directed him to.

“Damn, Y/N.” He’s silent and you can hear him scrolling and stalking through his personal page.

“You know,” he starts and you immediately know he’s going to say something inappropriate. “Maybe we’re looking at this the wrong way. Maybe this isn’t a God-given opportunity to get revenge but rather to finally get that Kim God-Doyoung dick and—”

You hang up, placing the phone on the table as you grab the wine glass and down the entire drink, needing it after that call. You glance to your side and Jungwoo is approaching you again, a tray in his raised hand this time. You lean back and move your glass, making room for him as he places a plate down in front of you.

“Seared scallops with pancetta,” Jungwoo says, glancing at your empty glass. “Enjoy, miss.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, straightening as you looked down at the dish. The scallops were seared well with a thin crisp brown layer around the edges, placed atop a green creamy puree of sorts and in between lay a thin bed of pancetta.

You opened your mouth to ask Jungwoo about the green but saw that he’d already retreated to the kitchen after refilling your wine. Shrugging, you take the fork and knife and slowly cut into the scallops, hoping against hope that it was undercooked or overcooked but it was soft and tender as it was sliced, cooked to perfection.

“Damn it,” you mutter under your breath. You stab into the sliced piece, taking it with the pancetta and the mystery green element before putting it into your mouth.

It’s probably pea puree—the frequently used combination with scallops.

You chewed slowly, concentrating as you let the flavours flood onto your palate—the meat was creamy and succulent, the crisp pancetta giving a bite to the chewy scallop and the final taste of the velvety puree. You furrowed your eyebrows as it was mild and almost bland, tasting like avocado.

And then it hit.

A dash of spice right at the end, an aftertaste that hit you out of nowhere and made your eyes widen at the completely unexpected surprise.

You caught Jungwoo’s gaze who came rushing to you as you hurriedly beckoned him.

You pointed at the green. “The puree. Avocado and—”

“Wasabi,” Jungwoo and you said in chorus, making your eyes widen as you gushed, “That’s… genius.”

Jungwoo smiled in content, looking pleased at your reaction. “Chef Kim enjoys experimenting and using unexpected combinations.”

“Well, it’s—” you stopped, realising how you looked. Clearing your throat, you regained your poker expression as you completed, “Unique.”

“I’m glad,” Jungwoo grinned at you and turned to leave.

You swallowed the bite in your mouth and cut another piece, quickly diving in for seconds. Your phone lit up and you used your elbow to swipe across the screen to read Johnny’s message:

Nothing so far, everything seems pretty perfect. Ratings are really good too. How’s the food?

You ignore the message and continue eating, chewing slowly and forcing yourself to not show any expression that revealed your true marvel at the amazing food that you were eating as you knew that eyes were assessing you from across the room.

The food finishes faster than you’d expected and you’re sipping the wine as Jungwoo returns to retrieve your clear plate. You hastily respond to Johnny’s last message with:

It’s incredible, Doyoung is a fucking wizard. Please find something or we’re fucked.

Even before you can lower the phone to the table, Johnny has replied:

How about you find his dick and get fucked cause that’s easier?

You’re fired, you send back before placing your phone down as Jungwoo arrives, the entrée in tow.

Again, he is cryptic as he just says, “Duck confit with parsnip puree.”

You pray for faults but yet again, its just another surprise—The tender meat of the duck with the nutty taste of the parsnip is ended with a note of sweet berry-flavour from the thin slices of fig placed in between the meat and puree. Once again, you find yourself blown away by the different flavours that burst and emerge on your tongue with every bite.

Dessert doesn’t disappoint either—salted caramel cheesecake that is all the perfect proportions of sweet, tangy and nutty. At this point, you’re contemplating lying for the first time on a review.

You ask Jungwoo for the bill and after paying (and a generous tip), you’re quick to get to your feet and rush to the exit. As you close the door behind you and make your way around the restaurant to your car, you catch Doyoung’s gaze through the large windows as he walks out of the kitchen. You quickly duck your head, speedwalking to your car as you scramble for your phone to call Johnny.

Three nights after your first time at Timeless, you’re walking back through the glass doors except with your arm around Johnny this time. You step into the restaurant and his eyes are already surveying the entire space for a spot with the best lighting.

Your eyes, on the other hand, are already riveted towards the white double doors leading to the kitchen at the back.

“Over there,” Johnny muttered, jerking his head towards a corner with a particularly large paper-plane light over the table, illuminating it in a perfect yellow glow.

You let Johnny lead you to the seat that he found best and right as you reached the table, you muttered, “Pull the chair out for me.”

“What?” Johnny peered down at you, confused.

“Pull the chair out,” you hissed.

“Y/N, what the fuck?”

“Johnny, just—”

He rolled his eyes and with a soft sigh, you watched him as he pulled away from your side to walk around the table and pull the seat out for you as you asked, shooting you an overly-exaggerated smile as he did it. You choose to not say anything as you give him a practiced smile and slowly sit down, shrugging your jacket off your shoulders.

Johnny sets down the camera on the table and crosses his arms at you. “So how do you think it’s working?”

“How do I think what’s working?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“This whole thing.” Johnny jerked his chin at you. “You dressing up, walking in here with you clinging onto me and practically pulling my arm off and making me pull out the chair and shit.” He shrugged. “Trying to make Chef Kim jealous, how’s that going?”

“Why the fuck would I try to make him jealous?” You defended. “Also what are you talking about? I always hold your arm, you ass. And of course I dressed up, we’re taking pictures for the blog today, I always dress up.”

“Hold my arm, yes. Hang off of it like a koala, no. Dress up, yes. Go all out in a bodycon dress of black satin, looking like a whole damn meal? Hell no.” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and Johnny smirks, noticing it. “Who the fuck are you kidding, Y/N, I’m your best friend, I know when you’re thirsty.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, looking away as Johnny laughed. You hesitated before asking softly, “I do look good, though?”

“Good enough to eat,” Johnny assured you, making you grin. “And I know you’re hungry for some Doyoung but I’m starving for his food so let’s order.”

“Can you just shut the fuck up for once in your—Jungwoo, hi!” You quickly straighten with a bright smile as you greet the blond waiter who gives you a rather wary grin. Unlike the last time, you don’t send him away with your quizzical requests and take the menu from his hands which surprises him.

You both ordered all the dishes that were commented as average and the handful that a few deemed “below average”. Three days of extreme searching had still not granted any review that was even borderline unsatisfied—you had no choice but to resort to the “this tastes great but that tastes better” reviews where you just focused on all the ‘great’ dishes.

Once all the dishes had arrived, you sat back a bit as you let Johnny photograph them in various positions, trying to find the best angles in the lighting. Once he’d taken enough, you straightened as you posed for the thumbnail cover of the article—the only picture that would have you with the food too. You had your legs crossed under the table, both elbows resting on the surface as you held a fork to your mouth, lips around the dragon shrimp.

Johnny was standing in an awkward position in front of the table—as he always does when he’s clicking photographs since he’s basically a giant—and your eyes were riveted on the lens as you heard a soft click.

“Pout more,” Johnny instructed and you did, sensing a movement on your left in your peripheral. Your gaze shifted from the camera and widened momentarily as you saw Doyoung was leaning against the wall right behind Johnny, watching you. He raised an eyebrow when you finally locked eyes with his.

“Ooh, that’s a great expression, nice,” Johnny encouraged, hearing more clicks. You involuntarily arched your back more as you leaned forward over the table slightly to see Doyoung clearer.

“Uh, Y/N, your tit’s gonna hang out soon if you keep angling to the right like that,” Johnny warned, making you smirk.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you mutter, shrugging slightly which made the thin spaghetti strap of your dress fall down your shoulder, and you watched Doyoung as his eyes followed the movement.

You kept your gaze on Doyoung as you lowered the fork, swiping it over the dish to collect more of the sauce onto the shrimp before lifting it to your mouth again.

“Fuck, genius,” Johnny was muttering as he clicked more rapidly, trying to get the perfect shot as the sauce dripped from your fork to the table and some even down your chin. You didn’t shift your eyes from Doyoung even as Johnny lowered the camera, going through the pictures.

“This looks like porn, the readers are gonna get a heart attack,” Johnny snickered.

You placed the fork down on the dish, wiping the sauce off your chin with your finger and slowly putting it in your mouth to suck it clean.

Doyoung looked like he was trying hard to maintain his poker expression as he watched every movement of yours carefully and you released your finger from your wet lips with a noisy 'pop’ sound that seemed to startle him from whatever thoughts that he was lost in.

What wouldn’t you give to hear those thoughts?

Or rather, see him enact them out…

“Doyoung is behind me, isn’t he?” Johnny’s wry tone quickly wakes you up as your wide eyes shift to him, his judging eyes on your wet finger. He shook his head at you, sighing. “Ah, the thirst is real, Y/N. Literally. You're literally sucking shrimp sauce."

"I was cleaning up the sauce,” you defended and even before you could finish, Johnny was interrupting, “Right, cause what you just did is normal. Cleaning up. Not sucking and not porn at all."

"Can you shut up about porn already?” You rolled your eyes, wiping your hand on a tissue before picking up your fork again. “Just eat."

You both lapsed into silence and you started eating, focusing on the flavours of all the various dishes that you’d ordered together. When you looked up as you were halfway done with your lamb, Doyoung wasn’t there anymore.

When the plates are cleared and Johnny’s checking the dessert menu—although you both already knew what to order, thanks to the reviewers—a shadow falls over your table and you both look up.

“Miss Y/N,” Doyoung greets, smiling. “Glad to have you back. You left rather abruptly last time before I could even ask you about my food.”

“Oh,” you said, glancing at Johnny who had his eyebrow raised at you. You gave Doyoung a tight-lipped smile as you said, “Well, we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”

Doyoung grinned at your reply, nodding in agreement. “I guess we will. This is your photographer?”

“Johnny Suh,” you introduced, nodding as Johnny smiled and held out his hand to Doyoung. “Chef Kim Doyoung.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Suh,” he greeted, giving his gummy smile which Johnny returned.

“Johnny’s fine, Chef,” he said as they pulled away.

“I trust that you’re enjoying the meal?”

“Trust me when I say that I would respond in any other situation but the writer here absolutely cannot stand spoilers and enjoys cliffhangers so as she said, we’ll find out soon.”

Doyoung laughs good-naturedly and you have to remind yourself that you’re staring like an idiot as he does and you catch yourself just in time as he turns to you, expression shifting slightly.

“Have you decided on desserts yet?”

Johnny opened his mouth to reply but you quickly quipped, “We’re still looking. Anything you’d recommend, Chef?”

“Well,” Doyoung starts, stepping closer to the table. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in something. How about Johnny here chooses whatever he likes while I give you something off the menu?”

You blinked in confusion, noticing how Johnny’s eyebrows rise at the question, his hand quickly coming up to hide the smirk.

“That’s not how it works,” you say, ignoring Johnny as you narrowed your eyes at Doyoung. “I review your restaurant for its existing menu, not for some special recipe catered only to me.”

“Who said its for the review?” Doyoung raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “Relax. I did some digging around, read quite a few of your reviews and I think I’ve figured out your taste palate. So its just an experiment, I guess.”

You stare at him, unblinking.

“Come on,” he insisted, shrugging again. “It’s on the house.”

You look at Johnny who’s still smiling behind his hand and he widens his eyes at you inconspicuously.

“Unless…” You looked back up at Doyoung who was slowly backing away, raising an eyebrow and smirking at you. “You’re not up for the challenge.”

At your sharp glare, he continues, “You have a rep that you’ve never found a dessert that was the perfect ten cause you aren’t sure of your own palate when it comes to sweets and nothing has blown you away like appetisers and entrees which have gotten tens from you.” He paused. “What if I’m telling you that I know exactly what that ten is?”

You scoffed in disbelief. “What, just from reading a bunch of reviews?”

“Hey, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. Your loss. I’m only offering complete satisfaction here.”

Johnny was practically beaming at you as he kicked your foot under the table but you kept your eyes narrowed at Doyoung, trying to figure out what he was playing at.

“Y/N,” Johnny said, nodding ecstatically as he jerked his chin towards Doyoung who couldn’t see him since his eyes were on you. “He’s offering complete satisfaction.”

Doyoung smirked slyly at you. “I assumed since you like surprises, you were the type to take on a challenge but hey, if you don’t want to, I guess—”

“I’m in,” you snap fiercely, cutting him off. “Johnny will have the raspberry soufflé and as for me, I guess you should get to work soon.”

He flashed you his gummy smile, looking absolutely pleased at the turn of events as he nodded. “We’re closing up early today so you may have to stay back a bit. Is that all right?”

You didn’t have to look at Johnny to know that he was making exaggerated sex faces at you and you nodded, swallowing as you leaned back.

Doyoung stepped away and as soon as he was back behind the kitchen doors, Johnny started to stand up.

“Fuck the soufflé, I’m just going to leave and take everyone with me so you can finally get dicked down.”

“Johnny, I hate you so fucking much—”

Funnily enough, Johnny’s wish came true as all the customers slowly began to filter out of the restaurant. Johnny left about half an hour after the soufflé was done—only after you practically pushed him out cause you couldn’t hear about ‘God Doyoung’s dick’ for one more minute.

You crossed your arms and sat back, swinging your legs under the table as you watched the restaurant clear out of the last customers besides you—three guys whose volume and tempo increased with every drink they had. You were relieved as you saw them leave together through the glass doors but quickly realised seconds thereafter when the silence suddenly dawned upon the restaurant that you were alone in Timeless.

It seemed like hours later but was probably just thirty minutes when you heard the kitchen doors swing open. Your head shot up quickly as you saw Jungwoo in a casual shirt and jeans, holding a set of keys.

"I’m usually in charge of lock-up,” he explained, smiling as he held up the keys. “But since you’ll be staying back a bit longer, Chef Kim will do it tonight."

You nodded, smiling back as he placed it on the counter near the cash register. "Goodnight, Jungwoo."

"Night, Petty. Enjoy your dessert."

You startled a bit at his playful tone as he walked out of the doors but before you could even wonder what he was insinuating, a movement to the left caught your attention.

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung who was poking his head out of the kitchen and he nodded at you.

"Almost done,” he stated. “I’m just putting the finishing touches. You want to come back here and have it in my office instead of over there?"

"Oh.” You sat up, grabbing your purse and phone from the table. “Um, okay. Sure."

You got up and walked to the kitchen doors through which he disappeared again. Pushing them open, you heard a yelp on the other side and froze as you saw a bright red-haired guy hunched over.

”Shit,“ you hissed, rushing to him. "I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you! Are you okay?"

He held up a hand, slowly straightening as he met your eyes. You blinked at him, momentarily taken aback by his sheer beauty. He ran his intense gaze over your frame and his shoulders relaxed almost as he nodded.

"I’m fine,” he said, his deep voice taking you by surprise. “You must be Y/N."

Doyoung suddenly stepped out from a wooden door to the side of the large kitchen that you hadn’t noticed before, glancing at the two of you.

"I see you’ve met my sous-chef,” he said, gesturing to him. “This is Taeyong."

"Hello,” you said softly, smiling apologetically. “Sorry about hitting you."

He waved his hand. "It’s fine, don’t worry about it."

A short awkward silence fell over the three of you and you saw Doyoung glaring at Taeyong who was smirking back at him.

"I think I can close up from here. You can leave now, Hyung,” Doyoung said with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay,” Taeyong was teasing, almost grinning now.

“Hyung."

"Doie."

You were watching the whole exchange with confusion but you couldn’t help breaking into a smile at the nickname and 'Doie’s’ eyes immediately shot to you as the word left Taeyong’s mouth.

Doyoung was exasperated. "Taeyong, I swear to god–"

"All right, all right,” Taeyong laughed as he held up his hands. “I’m leaving."

He unbuttoned the white chef jacket that he was wearing and took off the cap, hanging them both far at the back where you could see small names over each hook on the wall.

Smoothening down the shirt that he was wearing underneath and running his hands through his red hair, Taeyong grinned at you as he said, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. Put in a good word for us, you know we deserve it."

You narrowed your eyes at him and opened to your mouth to say something but he began laughing as his gaze went over your shoulder. You quickly turned and Doyoung dropped his hands immediately, smiling at you innocently as if he wasn’t gesturing behind your back.

"Goodnight,” Taeyong called out, making you turn your attention to him again as he waved his hand, pushing the back doors. “Have fun with your dessert!"

You turned to look at Doyoung again and raise an eyebrow at him, mostly at the fact that this was the second time in an hour that someone had said 'dessert’ weirdly but if Doyoung understood you or not was unclear as he chose to ignore it and explained instead, “Taeyong. Sous-chef and best friend, unfortunately.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “That explains it.”

“Mhm.” Doyoung cocked his head slightly as his gaze turned intense and you bit your lip, feeling nervous all of a sudden and the fact that his eyes immediately fell to your mouth at the movement didn’t help either.

“Um,” you trailed off, your gaze falling over the kitchen as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

Doyoung leaned back, smirking slightly and you could hear the playful lilt in his tone as he hummed, “Hmm?”

You rolled your eyes at this, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “I hope that you know it’s late, Chef and I have places to be. So if you’re done leaning on the wall and being useless…”

“Isn’t someone bitter?” Doyoung teased, winking at you in a very cheeky way that made you swallow. “Lucky for you, I have just the sweetness to help balance it. Come on.”

He lead you to the wooden door at the side and you hesitantly entered, eyes widening in surprise as you realised it was his office.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing to his broad wooden desk. “I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and made your way to the desk, realising the only place to really make yourself comfortable was just the single swivel chair behind it. You sat down reluctantly, placing your hands on the soft armrests to pull the seat forward. It was a comfortable plush leather and you couldn’t help sinking into it as you leaned back.

The door opened again and you quickly straightened as Doyoung entered, a small tray on his hand with a dish that was obviously covered with a lid.

You shot him a glare which he returned with a smile as you muttered, “You love being dramatic, don’t you?”

“Hey, you’re being all tight-lipped about the review and it’s not fair if I’m the only one living in suspense, is it?” He defended as he slowly approached the table and placed the tray carefully down in front of you.

Well. He had a point there.

Your silence made him grin as he stepped back, crossing his arms. “Go ahead, Petty Gluttony.”

You raised your hand to grip the handle of the lid, feeling a thrill run through you as you wondered what he had hiding. You pulled it up with a quick motion and lowered it onto the desk, eyes widely scanning the dish.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight, feeling your shoulders slightly deflate.

In a crystal glass bowl lay two scoops of smooth chocolate icecream.

“This is—” you cut yourself off as you looked up at Doyoung, seeing the glint in his eyes as he waited, despite the blank expression on his face.

“—not what it looks like, is it?” You finished, raising an eyebrow.

Doyoung smiled slyly, shrugging as he silently gestured for you to try and you picked up the spoon that was placed alongside the bowl. You paused, thinking of mint, salt, chilli, cherry, orange and any other unique exciting flavour that he could have put in.

Just try it.

You scooped it up into the spoon, realising not unsurprisingly that he’d made it perfectly creamy and smooth despite the short notice. Glancing up to meet his eyes, you put the spoon into your mouth.

The first thing you notice is that it was just as creamy as it looked. You chew on the spoon, the cold melting over your tongue and your eyes widen as you’re suddenly hit by the flavours—

The slight bite of bitterness—he’d used dark chocolate—followed by a subtle almost smoky heat. You swallow and that’s when the aftertaste hits—a mild sweetness coupled with a dash of spice.

It wouldn’t work. It shouldn’t but it did.

You look up with wide eyes, not even bothering to hide the emotions that you’re feeling as you gape at Doyoung. The chef is thoroughly enjoying the show, having seated himself on the opposite edge of the desk, eyes watching your every move carefully.

You quickly swallowed another spoonful, trying to understand all the confusing flavours that were exploding on your tongue—the most incredible one being the aftertaste of the sweet spice that you would immediately subdue with another spoonful of the cold cream to soothe the heat.

It was a cycle. You couldn’t stop.

“What the fuck is this?” You demanded, feeling aghast and Doyoung laughed, not seeming offended or surprised by your choice of words.

“Care to guess?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“I don’t even want to try,” you admitted honestly, making him grin.

“Well,” he said, glancing down at the bowl. “It’s dark chocolate, firstly. Got that bitterness?”

You nodded.

“And then… Tabasco and Smoked Chipotle.”

Your mouth dropped, eyes widening to the size of saucers.

“What?” you exclaimed, aghast. “That’s insane!”

Doyoung nodded, shrugging casually. “Not the first time I’ve been called that.”

“How the fuck does this work?”

“Proportions. Get it right and you’re hit with the perfect amount of everything in a perfect almost orchestrated order—sweetness of the chocolate, the bitterness of the dark cocoa, the slight umami of the Tabasco and finally the smoky heat of the Chipotle. Everything’s balanced. Nothing is overpowering. It’s perfect.”

“You…” You shook your head, feeling at a loss of words as you ate the last of it, not even realising that you’d finished it. “I’ve never seen this on the menu.”

“Because it isn’t there,” he stated. “It’s… not exactly a common favourite. Not everyone will like it.”

“That’s bullshit. How can someone not like this?”

“People prefer their desserts sweet, Y/N. You have a unique taste in food.”

“People are stupid. This is fantastic. You’re a genius.”

You don’t look at him as you say it, scooping up the base of the bowl to lick the final bits from the spoon and you hear Doyoung pause at your compliment before saying, “I’m glad you think so, Y/N L/N.”

You freeze, your hand going still over the bowl. You drop the spoon back onto the tray and look up to see Doyoung’s eyes on you.

“It is you, isn’t it?” He said, cocking his head. “Petty Gluttony. Y/N L/N from Seiken High School.”

You felt blood rush into your cheeks as you gaped at him, not able to say anything.

“I thought you looked familiar that first time,” Doyoung grinned. “And I had my suspicions too when you almost called me Dongyoung. But since you’re so private on social media, it was easier to find Lists of Your Best and Worst Reviews in 2018 than actual information about you.”

“But I confirmed it today when I saw Johnny,” he continued. “We may not have gone to the same culinary school but Yuta did go to yours. He kept me updated on you and told me about your giant best friend who was a Photography major that you met at university so when he came in today, I was pretty sure.”

You blinked, racking your brain as you tried to recall Yuta from school who had apparently been in the same culinary academy as you but you couldn’t remember his face for the life of you—although the name did ring a bell.

All those thoughts came to a stop as it suddenly registered what exactly he had said.

You looked at Doyoung in confusion. “Why did you want updates on me?”

Doyoung shot you a look as if to say ‘really?’

“Because,” he started. “I was interested in the hot girl who had a huge crush on me but was too much of a wimp to do anything about it.”

Your entire body stilled as you felt a fierce blush sweep across your face, protesting defiantly, “I was not!”

“Sure you weren’t,” he rolled his eyes. “I can still recall the way you blushed everytime I looked at you in the hallway, Y/N. Very similar to the way you’re blushing now. So don’t lie to me.”

“You played around,” you reply, deciding to be blunt since trying to keep your pride at this point was useless anyway. “You knew about the crush and decided to tease me like some kind of game.”

“It wasn’t a game!” He protested, eyes wide. “I was genuinely flirting! You kept running away though and became a stuttering mess every time that I even tried to approach you so I wondered if I was in over my head and if maybe you hated me.”

You stared at him, your body feeling really warm in the office now as you felt like you were back in school again.

“But hey.” He grinned, walking around the desk and coming to where you were. Your foot reflexively pushed the swivel chair back a bit to put space between you as he sat casually on the edge of the desk, right in front of you, saying, “You’re in my office now. I’m a chef and you’re a critic. Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?”

You swallowed, wanting to look away but not being able to pull away from his intense gaze. “I guess it does.”

“Almost didn’t recognise you, Y/N,” he murmured and you didn’t fail to notice that his tone had dropped lower as he quickly swept his eyes over you. “You’ve… glowed up.”

You didn’t think he could have made you blush yet again given how red you already felt but for some reason, the odd almost-millennial-slang compliment flattered you more than any adjective could.

Feeling a spark of confidence, you met his gaze more strongly as you cocked your head and said, “Yeah, well, that was a long time ago. I’m not running away now, am I?”

Doyoung’s eyes were trained on you and the way that he was sitting off the edge had his one leg pressed to your crossed knees—just the slightest contact but it was enough.

“No,” he agreed, voice soft. “No, you aren’t.”

You clenched your thighs together tightly, feeling the atmosphere shift at the prolonged eye contact and almost as if he sensed it too, Doyoung smirked, “Does that mean you’re finally going to make a move?”

You blinked, surprised at the bold question.

Does he…? No way, he couldn’t…

“Well,” he pulled a thoughtful face. “Maybe if I challenged you again—”

You shot up from the seat before he could even finish and his arms were already open as you grabbed the front of his jacket, yanking him forward. Your mouths met in a fierce heated kiss and he let out a soft surprised sound at the force, making you smile against his lips. His hands snaked around your back, slow and sensual, almost caressing. The touch made you relax in his arms as you let go of his jacket, choosing to loop them around his neck and run your hands through his hair instead.

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, making a breathy moan escape your lips. He took the opportunity to push his tongue inside, his hands lowering down your waist to cup your ass as he pressed you harder into him.

You pulled away to catch a breath, opening your eyes slowly to see his gaze down on your mouth.

“I know I made the icecream,” Doyoung muttered. “But I love the way you taste—your tongue is still cold and I’m getting the spicy aftertaste.”

“Nice to know that you’re still conceited, Dongyoung,” you replied sarcastically, making him chuckle as he pressed another kiss to your lips, tongue tasting you again as if he couldn’t get enough. His one hand began wandering again, gliding smoothly over the hem of your short dress and snuck under it to cup the flesh of your ass, making you groan loudly.

He pulled away, looking at your red face as he said, “Your skin is flushed, Y/N. If you look this good just from kissing me, I can’t imagine how you’ll look under me.”

You leaned closer, pecking his jaw and leaving kitten licks and nibbles on his throat. “Why imagine when we could find out?”

His other hand joined the one under your dress as he gripped you tightly. “Also the black satin? This was intentional, right? There’s no way that you didn’t plan this. Do you seduce the chefs at all the restaurants that you go to?”

“No, just the ones that I’ve been fantasising of since eighth grade.”

You felt him smile against your forehead as his hand quickly came to your hair, gripping it tightly to yank your head back and meet your mouth in yet another kiss.

“Let’s bring those fantasies to life then,” he breathed, quickly spinning you around until you were pressed up against the desk as his hands lifted you and placed you on the wooden surface, quickly positioning himself in between your thighs.

“You’ve had your dessert,” Doyoung stated, eyes glinting. “Now it’s my turn.”

He pulls away, grabbing the bowl from beside you and tipping it over your shoulder so that the melted liquid of the icecream that had settled at the bottom of the bowl trickles down your collar bone and disappears into your cleavage. You hiss at the feeling of the cold liquid dripping over your flushed skin.

Doyoung kisses you, sucking and licking the icecream down the length of your throat, hands coming to pull the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders that quickly brought the entire front falling into your lap.

Cold air hit your exposed breasts and before you could even shiver, Doyoung’s lips were already nibbling and sucking your nipple into his mouth. You arched your back, trying to push as much as you could into him and he brought his hand to your other breast, kneading and twisting your nipple until you were squirming in his arms.

You feel your eyes widen as he suddenly drops to his knees, head right in between your legs as he grabs your hips and pulls you forward, bunching the dress up around your waist. The satin material helps you glide smoothly over the desk as he quickly pulls off your underwear and throws your thighs over his shoulders, the action pushing his head forward.

You let out a surprised yelp as you felt his cold nose on your slick folds. Before you could even process all the sensations running through your body, Doyoung’s arms came around your thighs to hold them apart firmly as his tongue licked a long streak right over your wet slit.

Your stomach clenched with arousal as you moaned, hands immediately finding his head to clutch his hair tightly in between your fingers. You felt him smirk as he licked up all the wetness, feeling the tip of his tongue that was cold from the icecream circle around your clit.

Your thighs were clenching tightly around his head as you leaned back, bucking your hips into his face as he laid his tongue flat over your nub, flicking it with the tip teasingly over and over before circling your walls when you started convulsing.

“Doyoung,” you whined as he refused to let you cum, teasing you into overstimulation every time you felt yourself reaching close. Your legs clenched down around his shoulders, fingers yanking on his hair painfully at this point as the soles of your heels pressed into his back.

He started tonguing you faster, your impatience setting him off as he circled his tongue around your clit faster and rougher. You gasped loudly as you felt his long finger join his tongue, your walls immediately swallowing the digit as he thrust it into you at a quick pace. Your eyes closed tightly as you fell back onto the desk, digging your heels into his back as you felt your orgasm crash over you, making you buck into his mouth and fall apart at the mercy of his tongue as he laps up all of it.

Your legs are numb as Doyoung lowers them back down and stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You take a shaky breath as he stands to his full height in between your legs and you try to regain your composure as you find your footing with the heels and stand up, shoving his chest until he fell back onto the seat.

Doyoung raises his eyebrows at you in surprise as you move your hair over your shoulder and straddle him.

“Thought you had places to be?” he teased, looking up at you with that small gummy smile that was miraculously both cute and sexy at the same time.

You leaned back as you crossed your arms in front of you and pulled off your dress, chucking it across the room. You pressed your bare chest to his front, wanting him to feel every bit of you as you snaked your arm around his neck and leaned your forehead onto his, holding his gaze intensely as you said, “Yeah, I meant your lap.”

His eyes widened at the unexpected reply and he surprises you by erupting into a laugh. You can’t help but smile sheepishly as he grins at you.

“When’d you get so smooth, Y/N?” Doyoung asks, cocking his head and you shrug, unbuttoning the front of his chef’s jacket.

“I’ve always been smooth,” you reply as he straightens from the seat, unhooking his arms from around you to help you take off the jacket.

“Really?’ He sarcastically asks, letting you pull off the dark shirt that he was wearing underneath. “Last I checked, running away wasn’t really the smoothest flirting in the book, or even flirting for that matter.��

You glared at him as you tossed the short aside. “Can you shut up about my awkward high school self already, I’m literally going to ride you.”

He smiled, his hands coming to cup your ass as he kissed you deeply. Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity of the kiss, feeling tingles all over your body.

“Go ahead,” he whispered, his warm breath hitting your mouth. “Let’s live out all those fantasies.”

Your hands are already unbuckling his pants, yanking the zipper down as fast as you can. You get up and step back enough to pull off the remaining clothes off Doyoung until he’s as bare as you.

You sit over his thighs, the skin-to-skin contact turning you on more than you thought it would and one look into Doyoung’s eyes is enough to assure you that he feels the same way as he immediately places his hands back on your ass and presses you closely to him.

You duck your head, kissing him slowly and leisurely as you grind sensually on his naked erection, your perky nipples brushing against his hard chest. You feel his grip tighten on your rear as you continue teasing him until he finally growls your name in frustration.

You pull away and raise yourself slightly, lowering your hand to take his dick. Doyoung hisses at the contact and you quickly spread the precum leaking from the tip all over the shaft and press the head to your slit, letting your wetness soak around it. Slowly, you slid down and held your breath as you felt him enter and fill you up.

“Oh,” a soft moan escaped your parted lips as you started moving, slowly trying to adjust him inside you. When you felt the head hit you right at the spot that made you see stars, you started moaning as you bounced up and down. Doyoung grabbed your hips, thrusting into you faster and grabbing your breast with one hand that were bouncing around wildly from the thrust.

You groaned, your voice cracking as you felt your second orgasm dawning closer with every thrust into your hilt until you came with a loud moan, sweat sticking to both of your bodies.

Realising that Doyoung hadn’t finished, you stood up on shaky legs which made his eyes widen in protest. He closed his mouth, however, as you quickly crawled in between his open thighs and took his wet dick into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He exclaimed loudly, surprised and pleased as he threw his head back into the seat. His hands came around your hair to form a makeshift ponytail as you sucked him off deeply, swallowing both your combined essences that coated it. You swirled your tongue over the slit and head, sucking noisily as you used one hand to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth and he bucked from the seat. You bobbed your head up and down, taking his entire length into your mouth and he hissed at the warmth that enveloped his dick as you sucked like your life depended on it. Your free hand came over his balls, nails scraping it lightly enough just to make him feel a slight sting and it was enough as he thrust up, fucking your mouth and shooting warm loads of thick cum.

You swallowed, the filthy sounds and smells of sex surrounding the room as you licked him clean until he was pushing you back from oversensitivity.

You sat back, wiping your mouth with your hand as you breathed heavily and leaned against the leg of the desk, looking up at Doyoung who looked more glorious than you’d ever seen him—hair thoroughly finger-fucked, eyes hazy from the orgasm that you’d just given him and his entire face red.

“Guess I’m not the only one who looks good flushed,” you voice hoarsely, making him look down at you with a grin.

“Know where we’d look better?” He asked.

“Your bedroom?”

“Exactly. Let’s go.”

Your review on Timeless is uploaded three nights after you leave Chef Doyoung’s house. The last lines that you’d written become the highlights (and Johnny’s personal favourite) just as you expected:

Timeless is nothing short of surprising—the warm setting with its almost-childish but nevertheless gorgeous paperplane lights, the eccentric menu with secret flavours lying underneath each item and a chef with a unique creative streak that floods into your mouth with every bite. If you like surprises, this is the place for you. And I’ll definitely be back for more, eager to be taken aback yet again. You already know my order, Timeless: surprise me.

“This is a little misleading,” Johnny comments as he reads the draft while you sort through your laundry, making you stop and look over at him in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You ask, worried since you’d tried your best to be honest and remain unbiased.

“I don’t think the readers are going to have the same streak flooding their mouths as you, Y/N.”

One hour after it’s posted on your blog and Johnny has left your place, your phone lights up with a message from your recently added contact:

Come over and I promise you a surprise just as good as the last time.

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