Chef of the Night || ?? & Chul • Open •
otd-chul:
“I’d give you some of the kimchi in my bag, but I don’t like sharing the special ones that my chefs made only for me.” Chul told the other as he went to the kitchen. Anyone would be wary of sharing their food when it was specifically designed to cater for one’s unique hunger for poisons. To be more precise, the food that was currently sealed tight in the brunet’s bag was a kimchi specially made with white snake root and water hemlock (two of the most deadliest poisons in the earth).
Certainly, not a lot of people would be fond of eating such concoction if they weren’t the same as Chul.
“To make up for it, I’ll cook anything you want. Just say the word and it’s yours.” He said off to the other, a wide smirk on his lips as he gives them a wink. “And between you and me, I make a mean puttanesca and cordon bleu. I think we can come to an agreement with that yes?”
Being acquainted with Chul was a little...odd. The other man was obviously rich as hell and if it weren’t for the fact that Jungshin was the barista whenever Chul visited the cafe, he knew they’d never cross paths in the first place. Well that, and he was a little grateful that the other man seemed to like his coffee concoctions (and that he hadn’t fucked up with his coffee at all). “That’s fine, but thank you for the thought still,” he said with a smile instead. People had their quirks and he wasn’t about to get into the details of Chul’s.
Jungshin chuckled before relaxing in his seat. He just caught up with Chul when he saw him while he was on his way home from his shift at the cafe. He joked that he should be fed this time considering he always gives Chul his coffee, and...well...here they were. “Then I’d like to have your puttanesca and cordon bleu then, Chul-ssi. I’ll agree when I finally get to taste it.”
