this story was based on this request from @lemonlime101 so i rlly hope you enjoy!!
paring: jisung x chef!reader
warnings: open-ish ending, not proofread, kindarude!reader, spelling/grammar mistakes
this story is completely fictional please keep in mind i do NOT own skz, their music, or them themselves. i only own the story!! so remember to separate it from reality as i do NOT want legal trouble
The warm lights reflected off polished wood tables, casting soft golden shadows across the nearly empty dining room. You preferred it this way quiet, predictable, manageable.
Most people saw restaurants as loud places full of conversation and clattering dishes. They never saw this part the calm of no customers.
You leaned against the stainless steel counter and checked the clock.
Also know as rush hour. Yet based on the way it looked right now someone could've mistaken it for the slowest hour of the restaurant.
You start wiping down the counters, having nothing else to do, when you see a giant group of people walking up. Including a cameracrew, stylists, what looked to be managers, and presumably the stars of the show, eight men sticking out like a sore thumb against the sea of black clothes.
As the head chef and co-manager, all parties, and events that need the full restaurant space need to be ran by you so you can prep the menu.
As you slip out from behind the counter and walk towards the group almost immediately they all look at you, except for a few stragglers.
"I'm sorry to bother but if i could speak to the leader/manger of this party?"
A man with an earpiece and all black steps forward. "Yeah that would be me, how can i help you?"
"I need to know when this was arranged and who you spoke to about this."
"We called in, i think, three weeks ago,” he pauses. “and we spoke to the head manager. Jihyo, i think her name was?"
As if she was listening, you get a text from her briefing you about the situation.
"Ahh ok i see now. How many people would be eating, and is there a specific menu you'd like?"
"Eight people will be eating and no thanks we'll take the regular menu please"
"No problem, make yourselves comfortable."
While the group starts preparing themselves for what looks to be filming you begin to prep the food.
You dont really pay much attention to them at first.
Celebrity guests weren’t exactly new to you. Influencers, actors, athletes people with cameras following them around tended to find their way into your restaurant eventually.
What was rare was how loud this particular group was.
Even from the kitchen you could hear laughter erupting every few minutes.
You were halfway through plating appetizers when someone suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the counter.
The one with fluffy brown hair.
He was staring directly at what you were making.
“Can i help you?” you asked flatly.
“No, i was just looking.”
You returned your attention to the plate.
“Then look from over there.”
As if you had said something funny.
Unfortunately, he was right.
The customer side of the counter.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“So i know what to call the person who’s threatening me with their eyes.”
You stared at him and he grinned right back at you.
Unfortunately, he had one of those smiles.
The ones that make it difficult to stay annoyed.
“That’s what everyone calls me.”
“Fine then in that case, I’m Idol.”
“You really don’t care who i am.”
His expression somehow looked delighted by that.
Before he could continue bothering you, someone behind him pulled him away.
“Come! They’re starting!”
“We’re not done talking.”
“We never started talking.”
The cameras began rolling shortly afterward.
For nearly an hour everything went smoothly.
Customers came in and out.
Then “Idol” became a problem.
Because apparently he had decided that bothering you was entertaining.
Every time he passed the kitchen, there was a comment.
“That smells amazing”, or “Do you ever sit down?”
The fourth time he asked if you had smiled today, you pointed toward the dining room and said,
His laughter echoed through the restaurant.
Unfortunately, the cameras caught that too.
By the end of filming you were exhausted.
The crew packed equipment.
The managers discussed schedules.
The other members gathered their things.
You were already mentally preparing tomorrow’s inventory list when someone slid into a stool at the counter.
You didn’t need to look up.
“You sound disappointed.”
You finally looked at him.
For the first time all day, he wasn’t smiling.
“You really don’t know us?”
“Am i supposed to know you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t have an attitude.”
“You absolutely have an attitude.”
You pointed toward the door.
For some reason that made you want to throw a dish towel at him.
A manager appeared before you got the chance and waved him over.
For a second you thought that was finally the end of it.
“The food was really good.”
The sincerity caught you off guard.
His smile returned immediately.
Then immediately forgot about him.
Or at least that’s what you told yourself.
Three weeks later, the production company called.
They wanted another filming session.
And apparently he specifically requested your restaurant.
That was the moment you realized he was going to become a problem.
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