Bang-chan snorted, incredulous. Hyunjin could feel the chef's withering gaze like a thousand needles as his body emerged from the door. The fifth chef of the day, and another rejected one, the line of chefs willing to challenge Hyunjin's picky palate dwindled to...zero. Hyunjin rolled his eyes; he wasn't a picky eater, he just had a fine taste.

It didn't matter that the other members of the group had to find a specific chef for him because the redhead absolutely refused to eat the same food as them. He banged his head against the table in frustration. Felix rubbed his back in consolation.

"Hey, calm down, we'll find another one, right, guys?" Seungmin, who was on his phone, shook his head.

He showed his phone, which had several chats with requests from potential chefs who could come. Everyone rejected the offer. The phone practically came to life.

"I'm not going to keep calling chefs. You've been like this for three weeks. Get another phone for work. Goodbye, cruel world." The phone, which had suddenly acquired a mouth and eyes, launched itself from Seungmin's hand, shattering as it hit the floor. Everyone stared in disbelief.

"Anyway, something has to be done. I'm not going to starve to death because of this," Hyunjin completely ignored the strange scene before.

"Hyunjin, we've already brought in every Michelin-starred chef from Korea, and you've rejected them all," Jeongin said, exasperated.

"You said it yourself, from Korea. I think I know who to call," Han said, and proceeded to make a call.

*In France

He was having a shitty day. Not that he ever had one, he had them often. France is a shithole, after all. But the guy woke up today, eager to work the size of an ant. He arrived at work, and the man of dubious sexual orientation he called "boss" explained that he sold the cafe to a billionaire and they're going to demolish the place to make way for a shopping center.

And now the Frenchman was working to the air. He was about to unleash his rage on a can of coke he saw lying on the street when he received a call, the name on the screen made him jump in surprise 'Jisung'. It had been years since he spoke to the boy, of course he immediately answered. It was expected that the older one would ask him, I don't know, to take care of his non-existent chimpanzee, although he didn't complain about helping with cooking. A boy with a picky palate who has already tried all the chefs in Korea and rejected them all? Call him a masochist, but he liked a good challenge. So here he was, in front of the famous mansion of none other than Stray Kids, suitcase in hand.