Ncity

                                    

                                          
The next day you had taken the night off work at Taemin's request to visit the restaurant he had told you about. It was called Ncity and was tastefully decorated, just as fanciful and rich-esque as your own restaurant. 
                          
The maître d welcomed the two of you into the place, taking your coats and leading you inside. "Y/n L/n and Lee Taemin", he noted, "Two celebrities, what an honour." His little pin that was pinned to his chest read the name 'Yangyang'.
                          
You smiled at him graciously, taking the seat he had pulled out for you and thanking him. The restaurant was clearly meant for the high class, something you had grown used to overtime. Taking the menu from one of the waiters who handed it to you, your eyes scanned over it. It certainly seemed deserving of its stars. 
                          
"What are you thinking of getting?"
                          
You didn't answer immediately but instead took your time reading over the options, trying to access which one you would like. "The Rib Eye Steak with the Red Wine reduction", you said, placing the menu down, "And a glass of Laurent Perrier"
                          
Taemin nodded, raising his hand, calling the waiter, and placed your order. The waiter's tag read 'Ten', and he wore a black vest over a white shirt, and dress pants. He quickly took down your order and scurried off to the kitchen to tell the chefs. While waiting for your food, Taemin and you bickered as usual.
                          
Meanwhile, Ten walked into the kitchen, calling out the order, "It's another chef who ordered it by the way", he said, catching the head chef's attention.
                          
Taeyong looked up, walking over and taking the piece of paper reading it over, "Who is this?"
                          
"I believe it was that singer Lee Taemin with Y/n L/n? That's what Yangyang told me, he let them in"
                          
His eyes glazed over the order, "Y/n, you say", he smirked, "Which is her order?"
                          
"The steak"
                          
"Right", he turned back, "We're scrapping that, let's make the ravioli instead", he said, "Sungchan start kneading the pasta dough", he instructed, "I'll get on with the filling"
                          
Ten cleared his throat, "But sir, what do I tell Miss Y/n when I give her the new dish?"
                          
"It's an honour to be given a dish selected by the head chef, is it not?", he asked coyly, "Tell her I made it alright?"
                          
Ten nodded and left to take other orders and to get the drinks for those who had ordered it. "Alright everyone, other than the pasta dough, which Sungchan is working on, leave the ravioli dish to me, start on the other ones"
                          
An enthusiastic chorus of 'yes chef!' was heard before the chefs in the room returned to their own stations and continued with their work. Taeyong smiled, cutting some spring onions for the plating. 
                          
Of course, he knew who you were, you were in his range of chefs. It had surprised him when you seemingly didn't know who he was. Your expression of confused, misplaced anger had tickled him. It was like you were a ticking bomb almost, ready to combust in front of him.
                          
"No he did not!", you exclaimed as quietly as you could, to which Taemin nodded, keeping a straight face that made it nearly impossible to not burst out in laughter. "Please tell me you didn't-"
                          
"I did", he confirmed your suspicions, making you bury your face into your palms to avoid making a fool of yourself.
                          
"Kibum was pleased I went through with the dare, my brain after getting that brain freeze? Not so much"
                          
Before you could lose your shit in front of everyone, the waiter arrived at the table, skillfully balancing the plates. He placed one down, pushing it towards Taemin, "Crostini with prosciutto?", he asked, and your friend nodded, taking the plate. "And for you", he placed a plate in front of you, and you frowned.