#Male Chef

[rdmasevi]

Special on the Menu

Title: “Special on the Menu”: BTS fanfiction

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Male ( Chef )

Genre: Fluff | Humor | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Celebrity AU

Warnings: None

Summary: When BTS visits your restaurant during their first trip to America, shy Jungkook falls hard for the charming male chef — despite his broken English and the teasing from the rest of the group.

You wiped your hands on your apron, pushing through the swinging kitchen doors of your modest but busy downtown L.A. restaurant. The dinner rush had just died down, leaving the place bathed in warm lights and buzzing low conversation. That’s when your server, Mia, skidded in from the floor, eyes wide.

“Table six. You’re not gonna believe this,” she whispered, practically bouncing. “It’s them. BTS. The BTS. Like... K-pop royalty level.”

You blinked. “That the group you’re always blasting in the prep room?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes! And Jungkook is even hotter in person.”

With a skeptical laugh, you peeked out from the kitchen doorway. Sure enough, seven young men had just been seated at a corner booth. They were dressed casually, hats and hoodies up, but the playful energy they carried was unmistakable. One of them — the youngest-looking — had wide, curious eyes and kept leaning over the menu like it was a foreign artifact. Which, technically, it probably was.

You didn’t usually make appearances, but something about this moment made you curious. So, you took a deep breath and approached.

“Hi there, welcome to Lila’s,” you said, addressing the table. “I’m the chef-owner. Just wanted to say thanks for coming in.”

The one with dimples and a warm smile — RM, if you remembered right — lit up. “Oh! Thank you for having us. We’re big food fans. Heard great things.”

You smiled. “Anything I can recommend for you guys?”

Jungkook looked up then. He made eye contact — and didn’t break it. His gaze was intense, almost childlike in its curiosity. And then he spoke.

“Hi,” he said, a bit slowly, carefully. “Uh… I… want eat… special food?” He winced slightly, as if unsure of himself. His cheeks were already tinting pink.

RM grinned and jumped in. “He means, uh, he wants a recommendation. Something… special.”

Jungkook nodded quickly. “Yes. Special. What… you make?”

You stifled a grin. “I can make a custom dish, if you like. Spicy? Mild? Meat? Veg?”

Jungkook blinked. Then turned helplessly to RM.

RM translated your options in Korean, and Jungkook listened, then nodded and pointed toward you — directly. “You choose,” he said. “Chef choice.”

The table snickered softly, and the others began whispering to each other in Korean. Jungkook ignored them — or tried to — but his ears were definitely red.

“Alright,” you said, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile. “Chef’s choice it is.”

You headed back into the kitchen, heart unexpectedly fluttering. That guy was something. He didn’t say much, but the way he looked at you, like you were the most fascinating part of the room — it was hard to ignore.

Fifteen minutes later, you returned with a custom plate: bulgogi-style short ribs on a bed of garlic butter rice, kimchi slaw, and a soft egg on top — comfort food with flair. You set it down in front of Jungkook.

“Special for you,” you said.

He beamed. “Wow. Looks… good. Very good.” He gave a little thumbs up, then leaned in and inhaled the scent. “Smell… mmm. Thank you… chef.”

RM translated again, and Jungkook listened, then said in Korean, “Tell him I want to marry this food.”

RM choked on his water, laughing. “He says he loves it. Like, a lot.”

You chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”

As the meal went on, you caught Jungkook sneaking glances at you from the booth. Each time your eyes met, he looked away — only to peek again seconds later. Once, you raised a brow at him, and he ducked behind his glass with a shy giggle, cheeks now fully pink.

The guys were absolutely living for it. J-Hope nudged him and teased in Korean. Jin wiggled his eyebrows. Even Suga smirked knowingly.

At the end of the night, RM approached the counter while the others were taking group photos near the window.

“Hey,” he said. “Uh, Jungkook wants to say something. But he’s being… shy.”

You looked up to see Jungkook hiding behind Jimin, who was not helping, whispering something with a grin.

“Oh?” you said, smirking. “Should I come over?”

RM laughed. “He said, if you ever… have time, maybe… hang out? He wants to learn better English. And maybe… cooking.”

Your eyes flicked to Jungkook again. He was looking down now, nervously picking at the hem of his hoodie, but he glanced up once — and gave you a hopeful, almost bashful smile.

You grabbed a napkin and scribbled your number on it, then handed it to RM. “Tell him I’m free Mondays.”

RM handed it off, and Jungkook took it like it was the crown jewels, carefully folding it and slipping it into his pocket.

“Bye, chef!” he called as they left, waving enthusiastically. “Thank you! Very, very delicious!”

You waved back, heart full. “Anytime.”

And just like that, your quiet little kitchen suddenly felt like the start of something sweet.

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Professional Male Chef - RNP Services

👨‍🍳 Professional Male Chef (Live-Out) – Yaba / Isolo 📅 Deadline: June 30, 2025 📌 About the Role RNP Services is seeking a dedicated and experienced Male Chef to join a client’s household on a live-out basis in Yaba / Isolo, Lagos. 🍽️ Responsibilities Prepare local and continental meals. Create meal plans and menus. Carry out market shopping and supplies. Ensure cleanliness and hygiene in the…

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fourth anniversary of switch Miitopia! hooray!

[duusheen]

Welcome to Mourningvale, Hope Pollock

[yuutryingtowrite]

Do you have any headcanons for what your characters are like when they’re sick? I want salaryman to be so weak and bedridden he has no choice but to depend on my care and let me baby him ❤️‍🩹

Very late to this again but thank you for the ask! Was really fun answering 🖤

The company

Salaryman: He finds it super awkward, he is not used to being taken care of. Will avoid your gaze at any cost. He gives you a strained thank you at the end, but do not let it fool you, he just is overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to express his appreciation. Will think about this for a long time.

CEO : He called you, not because he needs someone to take care of him (servants already did/bought everything he needed), but just to keep him company, he is bored and miss you. Still gonna be annoying even if sick.

Security Man: Will act irritated and say he doesn’t understand the point of you being here. He settles on a “whatever” when you insist on taking care of him. Remains all the way nonchalant, but deep down he finds it very endearing and cute. You find a gift on your desk when he is back in the office again.

The Neighborhood

Stalker: Is 100% gonna get you sick too. Very shy in the beginning but as soon as you insist, he latches on you both for emotional AND physical comfort. He will demands cuddles, kisses, the whole package. Super clingy and whiny. He will respect your boundaries for physical contact if you say no, but he might be too cute to resist. But don’t worry, he will take care of you when it is your turn.

Barista: Treats it like spending time together lol. It sucks he is stuck in bed but his awesome partner is here most of the time now. Still try to maintain a casual appearance even though he can feel his head start to spin. He is just a silly guy.

The Castle

Maid: Told you to get out multiple times, that you are just bothering him, you probably don’t know what you are doing, etc. Once you get past that and continue tending to him, he will pout if you have to leave the room even if just for a moment.

Chef: Will insist that he is fine and can take care of himself, he doesn’t want you to go out of your way for him. But he is extremely grateful and a bit flustered if you decide to still stay with him. Will be sure to prepare you delicious food and hunt some good human blood as a thanks when he feels better.

Butler: Find it a bit amusing that you are the one taking care of him instead of the other way around this time. Though, he might feel a bit of bitterness knowing he “failed” to continue to serve you and making you work for his sake instead. It goes away when he see how tenderly and diligently you do it. Moments like this reaffirms to him why you are his master that he will always and only be loyal to.

[adistantstargazer]

Bask in the spotlight and burn, baby, burn!

[butteredfrogs]

"that which inspires us to our greatest good, is also the cause of our greatest evil"

[bluetooththereptile]

"It's raw!"

Male reader is Alfred's grandson, that he knew nothing about, Julia had a twin sister and she moved to Europe with her mother's side of family without Alfred knowing, which ended up in resulting in another branch of pennyworh family in Europe which is extensive. The grandson is basically Gordon Ramsey, but with criminal records and large restaurant franchises and TV shows, he has just opened a grand hotel and restaurant in Gotham and visits Juilla, which in return Alfred meets the young chef progeny that has a chokehold on michelin stars in just age of 21.

Though everything is dandy on the outside, the grandson is victim of domestic abuse that his wife of three years had forced him into, an older woman that seduced him before baby trapping him into hell, his family doesn't want to believe his wife is abusive, he's a man, how can a woman do something to him that makes him cry at nights? Not to mention the paparazzi and the media would eat him alive. He's here to ask help and he's desperate, he needs his family to help.

And boy doesn't it make a messy situation when Bruce and others find out that the chef is also a criminal?

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This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans | S01E08

Thai Drama - 2024, 8 episodes

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Native Title: #รักนี้ไม่มีถั่วฝักยาว

A: “"No Beans and Love Me More" (รักนี้ไม่มีถั่วฝักยาว)

Genres: #LGBTQ+ #Romance

Tags: #Chef Male Lead #Enemies to Lovers #Adapted from a Web Novel

Cast: #Pon Thanapon #Sailub Hemmawich #Benz Atthanin #Michael Kiettisak #Garfield Pantach #Lee Asre

[metamorphicmuse]

"This is how you swirl the meringue."

[ilovecookies12]

Yandere Head Chef x Chubby reader

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Note:This is My first time posting one of my stories here in Tumblr so hope you like it, And if your under 18 Years old PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS, but if you are above then your free to read.

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Warning: Swearing and mention of NSFW

Chapter 1

“(Y/n)! Oi!” Shouted By a Man On his 40s, preparing the order a customer just ask for, his Face scowled in annoyance as he sees you cutting the vegetables into horizontals not Sideways Like he ask for, “Are You stupid or something? How the Fuck are you going to make a normal curry with this shit” He stated, taking your hands off Your work and continue to show you how to properly cut it, “like this, hope your small Ass brain Could Fit this Information” He scowled, Walking back To the order before setting it To The waiters window.

You were (Y/n) an 19 Year old Collage student who took the Course Of culinary, Hoping to be a chef one day, So you decided To take The job as an Kitchen Porter hoping to gain Some insights on how To handle a kitchen, Well you were Expected to do Task all around the kitchen by helping on miscellaneous things That Keeps The kitchen Running, You were not supposed to be helping a chef to prepare food especially the head chef, However he keeps insisting that you should help him, It was Weird how he ask for you specifically always, having 10 Different professional chefs in the Same kitchen but still he chooses you, Others Might find it weird but for you was Quite the opposite, You find it as a great opportunity to learn things even if his Words might hurt you sometimes.

A girl with bright curly hair approach you, a smirk hiding in her face, nudging your shoulder as she whispered “bet that old guy really want a taste of a girl like you”, you gaze upon her with disgust, “did something ate your Brain or your just having a fucking Aneurism, Girl that man just insulted my work and your saying he has a Thing for me” I whispered, taking the Broom next to her.

She was the sous chef aka your friend since you came here, you could simply describe her as a hardworking, kind hearted and a little bit crazy, She keep Shipping me with The Head chef, saying things like age is just a number or She approved on being the aunt for our wedding, Her name was Isabella De La Cruz, A Filipino OFW who became a resident after marrying the owner of this restaurant, talk about luck.

“like for real, the way he looks at you is different, I know that man for 5 years and it’s the first time I see him Be this Close and even choose someone to help him” she whispered, Leaning over you, who was currently sweeping the floor while she was helping a new Fry chef how to handle the deep fryer, you rolled Your eyes, “Just do your job” You muttered, Finishing your Task.

As the night Progress, Customers flood in, you never really notice how Andrew the head chef, Looks at you, his gaze roaming around your form as you help the others diligently never once complained how they treated you especially him,

You were different.

Just like the first time he laid his eyes upon you, a working student that he expected to be sensitive and always tired same with the others who resigned the job you were taking, he thought that your not going to last for a week but his mistake, You were still here for about a year now,

The way your curves fit perfectly with that white uniform, Your hair were frenzied in a ponytail, You were somewhat glowing in his gaze, he never experienced such things before especially the part were his heart skipped a beat whenever you stepped closer to him or when you accidentally touch his hands during your task, he likes the feeling of it.

That’s why sometimes he’ll find a way to somehow feel your skin Against him by asking for you to aid him during preparations.

He also liked seeing your expression whenever He speak degrading words at you, imagining how would you react as he fuck you behind, smacking that thick ass of yours while your juice soaked his dick inside.

A perfect wife for perfect man like him.

[yuutryingtowrite]

ooh...i saw that yandere chefs danger level, a guy who has killed men and served them to reader, is 3 stars. but the salarymans is 5 stars. that makes me wonder. is the pathetic personality a facade? what does he do with those who are rude to us, who linger just a little too long? in short, how do you trigger the salaryman to be as dangerous as his 5 star level says :]

Juicy questionnn. Chef kills because the person has wronged reader/has been rude/was threat for reader’s security, etc. and he gets to feed his vampire darling human’s blood.

Salaryman is unstable, in other words unpredictable. His mental health is on the floor: one wrong push with darling, either same reasons as Chef OR something really banal (aka the person is breathing too close to darling) and depending on how he feels that day, the company might lose another an employee.

His pathetic personality is not a facade, just he bottled up his negative feelings for so long, he doesn’t have the energy sometimes to be a pushover like usual. It is a good way to relieve stress too : D. Win-win. It is not a common occurrence to the point of being absurd, but it can and does happen. Gotta be in his head to know when it will. Could say he is pathetically insane ? lol

[rdmasevi]

Crush à la Carte

Title: "Crush à la Carte": BTS fanfiction

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Male ( Chef )

Genre: Fluff | culture clash | slow-burn spark | Celebrity Au

Warnings: None

Summary: In a high-end Paris restaurant, an American chef catches the eye of BTS’s Jimin during a group dinner.

You’d worked in a few kitchens before—gritty line cook gigs in Boston, a short-lived stage in Rome—but nothing like this. This was L’Atelier Lumière, one of Paris’s rising stars in the fine dining scene. You, an American chef with a knack for fusion flavors and fast hands, had somehow carved out a place among the butter-smooth accents and haute cuisine traditions of the French capital.

Tonight started like any other. Finishing mise en place, yelling over the clatter of pans, adjusting plating under dim golden lights. Until the manager stuck her head into the kitchen and said something you barely caught over the din:

“VIP table. South Korean musicians. Very famous.”

You didn’t think much of it. This was Paris—celebrities drifted in and out like perfume. You returned to slicing trout with perfect symmetry, brushing beurre blanc across porcelain plates.

But then, halfway through service, someone called from the pass:

“They want to meet the chef.”

You wiped your hands and stepped out into the softly lit dining room.

And there they were. BTS.

You recognized RM immediately. The others—stylish, glowing, otherworldly—looked up as you approached. But one of them, in particular, seemed to freeze when your eyes met.

Park Jimin.

He looked… flustered. He nudged RM and whispered something frantically in Korean. You caught just the slightest tremble in his voice.

RM chuckled and gestured to you.

“This is our chef tonight. Everything’s been incredible,” he said.

Jimin looked like he was working up the courage to speak. And then, in English that was surprisingly clear but adorably hesitant, he said:

“You… are very… beautiful hands.”

You blinked. “Beautiful… hands?”

Jimin slapped both hands over his face in horror, muttering something that sounded like a prayer for the earth to swallow him whole.

RM stepped in, laughing. “He means—he thinks you cook beautifully. With… elegance. He’s just shy.”

You glanced back at Jimin. His hair was slightly tousled, his earrings sparkling under the chandeliers. He looked like he was trying not to combust.

“Well,” you said, half-laughing, “I’ve never had my hands complimented quite like that.”

“I like—” Jimin blurted, then turned to RM again, pleading for help.

“He says he likes the way you move in the kitchen. It’s very artistic.”

Your brow lifted. “He’s watching me cook?”

Jimin nodded rapidly. “Yes. Much.”

You grinned. “Tell him he’s welcome to come back any time. I’ll put on a show.”

RM translated. Jimin melted.

——

They left late that night, after dessert—Korean-inspired macarons and yuzu sorbet you’d whipped up just for them. Jimin lingered for a moment, hovering behind his group as they made their way toward the door. Then he darted back to you, flustered but determined.

He held out a tiny notepad. On it, a shaky line written in both Hangul and English:

“Can I watch you cook again?”

You took the note, heart beating faster than it should.

“I’d like that,” you said, and watched him light up like the Eiffel Tower at midnight.

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