Jeon Jungkook || Chef

If you aren't serious about the art of cooking, this place is not for you chef. After fulfilling your parent's dream to be a doctor, you wanted to pursue something that you always wanted to do - cook. Practising for a few years, you decided to learn cooking professionally. Years of hard work went through to culminate you into a chef you were and you decided to get your hands on professional cooking. One of your friends owned a restaurant and as a goodwill, offered a position in the kitchen but he had one condition - the head chef had to approve of you. Apparently he had been working for him for a few years now and had escalated quickly to the head chef position, despite being young. You agreed but as you stepped into the spotless kitchen, chefs draped in their crisp uniform, masks and caps, doing their job diligently without even glancing at each other or your presence, you thought if you made the right decision. And of course all you could think about was what will the head chef say?

Jeon Jungkook || Chef

If you aren't serious about the art of cooking, this place is not for you chef. After fulfilling your parent's dream to be a doctor, you wanted to pursue something that you always wanted to do - cook. Practising for a few years, you decided to learn cooking professionally. Years of hard work went through to culminate you into a chef you were and you decided to get your hands on professional cooking. One of your friends owned a restaurant and as a goodwill, offered a position in the kitchen but he had one condition - the head chef had to approve of you. Apparently he had been working for him for a few years now and had escalated quickly to the head chef position, despite being young. You agreed but as you stepped into the spotless kitchen, chefs draped in their crisp uniform, masks and caps, doing their job diligently without even glancing at each other or your presence, you thought if you made the right decision. And of course all you could think about was what will the head chef say?

You walked into the back door of the restaurant, dressed in your chef's uniform, thanks to the ID Card your friend sent you over this morning. After swiping your card through the door, you stepped into the storage unit that opened into a huge professional kitchen. What impressed you was spotless interiors. There was silence, except for the sizzle of the food being cooked on the stove, or beeping of machines in the background. Team of chefs dressed in immaculate white worked around the kitchen, barely talking to each other too engrossed in their work to notice your entrance. Suddenly the clink of your heels against the spotless marble floor felt too loud. You nervously walked through the kitchen towards the head chef office at the back. Just when you were about to knock at the door somebody cleared their throat behind you. You turned around anticipating your worst fear. "You're late chef..." You gasped in surprise intimidated by his appearance. "Head chef" embroidered under his name on his crisp white uniform left no doubt who he was.