Alpha Culinary Love

Jiyeon stood back to admire the plates she'd just arranged. The scallops glistened under the soft light, the miso glaze caramelized to perfection, and the truffle risotto had that rich, creamy sheen that promised decadence with every bite. The citrus fennel salad was a bright, zesty counterpart, and the whole meal seemed to hum with a harmony that only Jiyeon could orchestrate.

Satisfied, she carried the plates to the dining room, where Yura was sprawled comfortably in one of the high-backed chairs, scrolling through her phone. She looked up as Jiyeon entered, the smell of the meal causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Okay, that smells ridiculously good," Yura said, setting her phone down. "What culinary masterpiece have you crafted this time?"

Jiyeon placed the plates down with a flourish, smiling as she did. "Seared scallops with a miso glaze, truffle risotto, and a fennel and citrus salad. Simple, elegant, and a total showstopper, if I do say so myself."

Yura's eyes gleamed as she picked up her fork. "God, how are you real? If I didn't already know you were plotting world domination through food, I'd think you were a wizard or something."

Jiyeon laughed softly as she sat across from her wife. "If I'm a wizard, it's only because I have the best audience. Now, go on, eat. You're not allowed to say anything until you've tried it."

Yura didn't need to be told twice. She dug in, cutting into the scallops and taking a bite. Her eyes immediately widened, and for a brief, glorious moment, she was utterly silent.

Jiyeon watched her with a smug grin. "Well?"

Yura swallowed, blinking like she was trying to process the explosion of flavor. "Holy—what

is

this? This is—this is insane!"

"That good, huh?" Jiyeon asked, her smirk widening.

Yura waved her fork in the air. "No, it's beyond good. You've outdone yourself, Jiyeon. Seriously, you should make this illegal. People would pay absurd amounts of money for this. Hell, I'd pay absurd amounts of money for this."

Jiyeon chuckled, picking up her own fork and diving into her plate. "Maybe I'll add it to the menu at the new branch. You think it'll be a hit?"

Yura nodded enthusiastically. "If it tastes like this, it'll be sold out every night."

They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, savoring the food and the moment. Jiyeon felt a deep contentment settle over her. This was what she loved most—creating something that brought joy, especially to the person she loved most. It wasn't about the accolades or the fame. It was about this, the simple act of sharing a meal with someone who appreciated it.

After a few more bites, Yura leaned back in her chair, sighing happily. "Okay, I've decided. I'm never eating anything but your cooking ever again. I'm officially spoiled."

Jiyeon raised an eyebrow. "You say that now, but give it a week. You'll be begging for ramen at 2 AM."

Yura snorted. "Okay, maybe, but only because your ramen is also amazing."

They both laughed, the sound filling the spacious dining room and blending with the evening's calm. Jiyeon glanced out the window, where the last light of the day was beginning to fade, casting long shadows across the perfectly manicured garden outside.

"You know," Yura said after a moment, her tone shifting to something more thoughtful, "I was thinking about your new branch today."

Jiyeon looked over, curious. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I know you've got it handled, and I know the staff there are good, but… it's a lot, you know? Opening a new restaurant while still running the original one. And then you've got your boutique, too. It's a lot to juggle."

Jiyeon smiled softly, appreciating the concern in Yura's voice. "It is a lot, but I love it. The chaos, the challenge—it's what drives me. Besides, I've got good people in both places. I trust them."

"I know," Yura said, nodding slowly. "But if it ever gets too much, you know you can rely on me, right? I'm not just here to be your taste-tester, even though I am

very

good at it."

Jiyeon chuckled, but her heart swelled at Yura's words. "I know, Yura. I appreciate that. And believe me, if I ever feel like I'm drowning, you'll be the first person I call."

Yura smiled, reaching across the table to take Jiyeon's hand. "Good. Just remember, we're in this together. You're not carrying everything alone."

Jiyeon squeezed her hand gently, feeling a rush of warmth at the simple gesture. "I know. And I'm lucky to have you by my side."

Yura's smile turned playful. "Damn right you are."

They lingered at the table for a while longer, enjoying each other's company and the lingering flavors of the meal. Eventually, Jiyeon stood, gathering the plates and heading back to the kitchen.

As she began washing up, Yura appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a smirk on her face. "You know, I was thinking…"

"Oh no," Jiyeon teased, glancing over her shoulder. "That's never a good sign."

Yura ignored the jab, continuing. "I was thinking that you should open another restaurant. Maybe something even bigger. Like, I don't know, a flagship location right in the heart of the city. Somewhere that screams 'Jiyeon Park, culinary queen of Seoul.'"

Jiyeon turned off the water, wiping her hands on a towel. "Are you serious?"

Yura shrugged. "Why not? You've already got two places, plus the boutique. You're unstoppable. Might as well go all in."

Jiyeon leaned against the counter, considering it. The idea wasn't new she'd thought about expanding even further before but hearing Yura suggest it made it feel more tangible. More real.

"You think I could pull it off?" Jiyeon asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice.

Yura pushed off the doorframe, walking over to stand in front of her. "Jiyeon, I've watched you conquer everything you've set your mind to. You could open ten more restaurants and still make it look easy."

Jiyeon smiled softly, her heart swelling at Yura's confidence in her. "I don't know about ten, but… maybe one more wouldn't hurt."

"Damn right it wouldn't," Yura said, grinning. "And when you do, I'll be right there to help you every step of the way."

As Jiyeon finished plating the last of the dishes, she took a step back and admired her handiwork. The kitchen still carried the comforting warmth of cooking, and the scents of miso-glazed scallops and truffle risotto lingered in the air. Every detail was perfect—each plate arranged with care, every component balanced just so. She felt the familiar rush of pride, but it was tempered by something softer this time, something more personal.

Cooking for Yura wasn't about impressing anyone; it was about the ritual, the connection that grew with every meal they shared.

"Yura!" she called, wiping her hands on a towel and heading out of the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"

Yura's voice echoed from the study. "Finally! I was starting to think you'd forgotten me!"

Jiyeon smirked. "Please. As if I could."

A few moments later, Yura strolled into the dining room, her eyes lighting up when she saw the spread Jiyeon had prepared. "Wow, you've really outdone yourself this time," she said, sliding into her seat and eyeing the plates in front of her. "I feel like I should be paying for this."

"Trust me, you couldn't afford it," Jiyeon shot back, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

"Oh,

I

couldn't afford it?" Yura raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with mock offense. "Says the woman who spent years working in a kitchen the size of a closet."

Jiyeon crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. "And now I run an empire, so I guess the joke's on you."

Yura laughed, picking up her fork and taking a bite of the scallops. The moment the flavors hit her tongue, her eyes widened, and she let out a soft, appreciative groan. "Okay, okay, I take it back. This is

insane

. How do you keep doing this? It's like magic." Continue reading on M-V-L

Jiyeon shrugged casually, though the praise sent a warm thrill through her. "Years of practice. Plus, I'm just that good."

Yura didn't argue, too busy savoring the next bite. "Seriously, if I wasn't already married to you, I'd propose right now."

Jiyeon rolled her eyes, though she couldn't suppress a smile. "You say that every time I make you dinner."

"And every time, I mean it," Yura said with a wink, before diving back into her food.

They ate in companionable silence for a while, the only sound the quiet clink of silverware and the occasional satisfied sigh from Yura. Jiyeon found herself watching her wife more than eating, enjoying the way Yura savored every bite with that same unrestrained enthusiasm. There was something about Yura's joy—unfiltered, unapologetic—that made Jiyeon's heart swell in ways she hadn't anticipated when they first met.

As Yura polished off the last of the risotto, she leaned back in her chair, looking thoroughly content. "That was incredible. I swear, I'm going to be dreaming about that miso glaze for days."

Jiyeon chuckled, finally taking a seat and picking at her own plate. "Glad you liked it."

Yura's gaze softened as she studied Jiyeon across the table. "You know, you never stop surprising me."

Jiyeon raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"I don't know," Yura mused, her voice quieter now, more thoughtful. "It's like… every time I think I've got you all figured out, you go and do something that reminds me why I fell in love with you in the first place."

Jiyeon blinked, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in Yura's tone. "What's gotten into you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light, but her heart was suddenly beating a little faster.

Yura smiled, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hand. "I'm just saying. You're incredible, and I don't tell you that enough."

A flush crept up Jiyeon's neck, and she glanced away, feeling oddly shy under Yura's gaze. "You're just saying that because you're full and happy."

"Maybe," Yura admitted, her grin returning. "But that doesn't make it any less true."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few more moments, the warmth of the room and the quiet intimacy between them wrapping around them like a soft blanket.

Finally, Jiyeon broke the silence, her voice teasing once again. "Well, don't get too comfortable. I still need you to help me clean up."