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I have a long way to go why am I running in place? I scream out of frustration but the empty air echoes, I hope tomorrow will be different from today. I am just wishing
- Bts V
I've had to accept that - that everyone cannot love me. Because when there's love, there's hate. When there's light, there's dark. But it was really hard to accept as an artist that there's a lot of people that hate me, but on the other side, there are many more people who love me. I think everyone goes through that. --- By RM ( Kim Namjoon of BTS )
https://www.seventeen.com/celebrity/music/a28928893/best-bts-quotes/
If you don't work hard, there won't be good result.
Sensations | PART 1
Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Chef!Yoongi
Warnings: None
You looked up at the big clock. The red numbers seemed to move at the speed of light now that there were barely twenty minutes left until time was up.
The rest of the contestants seemed relaxed. All of them had experience, some had even worked in the kitchens of the most prestigious chefs in Asia and Europe, and all you had was a diploma. Nobody ever overlooked it, your lack of experience had been mentioned at least twice in the nine episodes leading up to the final and even your kitchen seemed extremely childish, as if it had been taken out of a dollhouse, with its baby blue cabinets and pastel colored utensils.
You moved fast, cutting and pouring ingredients into the pot, checking the dessert in the oven and dressing the meat. While you were doing it you could see your grandmother, sitting behind the cameras. Her short legs barely reached the ground and her round cheeks were stained red from the heat of the stoves.
"My little girl is fierce as a lion" she had told all the neighbors. "You already know her, when something gets into her head, no one can stop her."
"Ten minutes left, chef's"
Your eyes went to the clock once more. Ten minutes. The tension could be felt in the air, the facades of tranquility with which the contestants had hidden themselves began to unravel. Whispers, small blows, grunts, sighs ... every little thing of those gave you peace of mind, no matter how much or who they had worked with, all of them were fighting to get what would be, surely, the greatest opportunity of their careers.
The clock reached zero and you, like the rest of the contestants, raised both arms. Your luck was cast. Your menu proposal was simple, a modernized traditional Korean dish and a chocolate coulant with wild berries, gracefully plated.
The four of you approached the table where the judges would taste each of your dishes. The first was Bae Shin-hye, she was in her mid-thirties and her career was admirable at best. Her dishes had an exotic touch while maintaining the essence of the Korean cuisine. Park Juwon then presented his dishes, emphasizing the great French influence of his food due to his studies in Paris. And was followed shortly after by Lee SeoJoon, his approach was somewhat more risky, moving further away from Korean cuisine and focusing more on the European. Then it was your turn.
"Our youngest contestant" Said the host of the show when you took a step forward. "Explain to us, Y/N, what you have prepared today."
Your eyes wandered between the three judges for a second. You knew them all, even before the program, you had read many articles about each of them and their work. Kim Hayun was sweet and friendly like her food, with it she was able to make you feel at home, almost as if you were eating a meal cooked by your grandmother while playing with tastes and textures. Choi Doyun had a completely different style, he understood cooking as a science, as if the ingredients were pieces of a puzzle that had to be put together. And lastly Min Yoongi. He was the youngest of the three and the one who accumulated the most awards. All the kitchen critics agreed that through his dishes Min Yoongi was able to tell a story, his cooking was much more than food, it was an experience.
Your eyes met the young man's dark eyes, before you began to speak.
"My plate is a little more traditional than that of my peers" you started. "Even so, I wanted to give it a different touch, modernize it a bit, keeping its essence"
Words kept coming out of your mouth, explaining why you decided to cook that, why its placement in a certain way, etc. until the judges taste it. Your mouth snapped shut and your eyes flicked between their faces, trying to decipher their expressions. Hayun grinned widely after taking a bite and Doyun nodded repeatedly. Your face and your whole body relaxed, being that the first time you got rid of your Poker face that day. But your gesture trembled when you looked at Chef Min. His face was impassive, almost as if he was bored. He made no approving movement, Yoongi just put his chopsticks on the table and stood up again.
The host of the program announced a break for the publicity, as the three judges left to exchange views and decide the winner. You looked back at your grandmother who raised both thumbs with a huge smile on her face. She was sure from the moment you were accepted into the show, you were going to win. You had been through too much, Grandma had said, God could only put something good in your way now. If you believed, her words would have been comforting.
You looked at the judges, away from everyone deciding the future of all of you. They talked quietly, almost as if they were talking about something as tribal as the weather, while the rest moved fast or waited, as you four did.
"And we are back" announced the host. "We have spent the last nine weeks watching our chefs fight for their place on this show. Each one of them with different dishes that represented a challenge to them. Today our judges, Min Yoongi, Kim Hayun and Choi Doyun, will decide which one of them will win the prize and a place as a chef in our judge Min Yoongi's three-star Michelin restaurant, Sensations".
Everything seemed to move very fast from that moment, when you realized it only you and Park Juwon were left in front of the judges. That was the moment, they were going to announce the winner and the other would be in second place, without a prize and without the greatest job opportunity you could dream of.
"You have all given your best every week, you have shown your ability not only to us but to the whole country. Not winning does not mean that the world ends, many doors will open for you from now on. Choose wisely" Yoongi started, addressing to all the contestants.
You looked down, unconvinced by his words. What opportunity could be presented in front of you that would be better than a fortune as a prize and a job in one of the best restaurants in South Korea?
"So ... we have seen your improvement every week, you have worked hard" Hayun started to speak, drawing your attention.
"Yes, you have done a great job" continued Doyun "Unfortunately there can only be one winner. The decision has been difficult, you both deserve first place for your work, perseverance and talent."
"The winner is..."
You turned to Juwon before Yoongi could announce the winner. He had addressed everyone when he had spoken, yet his words had seemed like an explanation. You were sure who was going to be the winner.
"Park Juwon".
You bowed to everyone, thanking them for their work and receiving congratulations on your second place on the show, before heading to your grandmother with a bouquet of flowers in your hands.
"I haven't won but..." you said, handing her the flowers. "Second place isn't bad at all, right? It's still the Top 3".
"You have done well, darling." She said, patting your hand before picking up the bouquet. "For me you are the number one."
"Well of course, what else could you say? I have inherited and learned everything from you."
"You definitely didn't get it from your mother."
"You never taught her, maybe she was a genius"
"Maybe. Unfortunately we will never know."
You smiled sadly and held out her walker. "Let's go home, Grandma"
The woman put the flowers on the seat on her walker and stood up with your help. It felt bittersweet, as if you had cooked a good dish that was missing something to be complete.
You heard someone yell your name, just as you and your grandmother started walking. You recognized the voice instantly. His appearance was completely different from just a few minutes ago. He had pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it.
"Yes, Chef?"
"I will open a door for you"
"Excuse me?"
"I want you in my kitchen"
And just like that, the missing ingredient was presented to you, completing the dish that you had been cooking for so long.
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