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Jimin

Challenges sucked balls.

Jimin would know. He had balls.

Pretty big ones, if he did say so himself.

For that day's challenge, they had to prepare a unique ravioli. The filling was the main element of the dish that would determine who won. There would be the winning team and then the overall winner who got their dish featured on the menu for the service that night. Jimin wanted to say he was a Hell's Kitchen featured chef, but considering how many chefs there were, the odds of that were low.

But he had to believe. Right?

Jimin plated his dish and made it as pretty as possible. It had a red theme going on thanks to his pepper sauce, and he had to admit it smelled superb. Or maybe that was his bias showing.

They had had forty minutes to cook, but that time was gone in a blink, and Gordon called time two seconds after Jimin finished plating, that was how close it was. He joined his team in front of the kitchen with his dome behind him, and he realized the teams were uneven: six and five. That meant the red team had to choose one dish to eliminate. They opted to eliminate Diya's, and Jimin couldn't tell if she was happy about that or not.

"Diya, how do you feel?" Gordon asked, and Diya shrugged.

"I wish I could show you my raviolis, chef, but I know this is a tough decision. Everyone's dish looks good."

That was fair. Gordon had been right the previous night: everyone present could cook. There were no more weak links. Some had made more mistakes than others, sure, but all of them had had killer services, too.

"Right. Let's start with Y/n and Jimin."

Oh, wonderful. Gordon was putting Jimin up against his wife.

Jimin approached with his dome and placed it in front of Gordon, and Y/n did the same. She glanced over at Jimin with a smile, and he returned it. That had Gordon staring at them with wide eyes.

"Holy shit. Are you two actually married?"

Y/n laughed. "In my dreams, chef. But he has been getting quite friendly lately."

Jimin tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Hard not to when I have such a beauty as a roommate."

Jungkook gagged from behind them. "I threw up in my mouth."

"Good," Jimin said, craning his neck to glare at Jungkook. "Maybe your breath will smell better that way."

"That's hilarious coming from you," Seulgi added. "Your breath smells like an atomic bomb went off in your mouth."

"Wow, okay." Jimin sighed and turned back to Gordon. "We should probably move on."

"No shit. Ladies first. Y/n, what did you prepare for me today?"

"Chef," Y/n said, lifting her dome to show a beautiful set of three raviolis covered in some creamy white sauce, "today I made a creamy salmon ravioli. Maybe a little basic, but I thought it was a good opportunity to show my sauce-making abilities."

Gordon dug in, and he hummed. "Yes, the sauce is quite lovely. You continue to nail these challenges, Y/n."

"Thank you, chef."

Gordon took another bite before pushing the plate to the side and turning to Jimin. "And what did you make me, young man?"

"Chef, today I made a kimchi ravioli with red pepper sauce. There's some soy sauce in there as well."

"Unique combination. Another one inspired by home?"

"Yes, chef. Whenever I have a chance to cook you Korean food, it would be my honor to do so."

"I'd be honored to try it." Gordon took a bite and chuckled. "Mrs. Park, your husband is a damn good cook."

"I know."

Gordon snorted. "Of course you do. I'm sorry, Y/n, but I have to give the point to your husband. I hope this doesn't cause any issues."

"Are you kidding? He kicked my ass?" Y/n sighed dreamily and batted her eyelashes at Jimin. "He just keeps getting hotter and hotter."

"Oh, Jesus, okay, get back in line."

Y/n laughed, and Jimin swore he never heard a more beautiful sound, and he had listened to Closer by Nine Inch Nails. He gave her a quick hug and whispered that she did good, and she giggled and whacked his chest. The thought that his parents would see all that in a few months when the show aired was a thought he'd have to sit with for a while. But meh. If all went well, his parents could see in real-time how he had met his wife. Or, future wife.

Hopefully.

Jimin returned to his team and waited for the challenge to be over and done with. No one did bad, which meant it was a close race down to the wire. It was down to Jungkook versus Felicia, and Jungkook managed to score the winning point, leading to a burst of applause and cheers from the blue team.

But it wasn't over yet. Gordon had to choose a winning overall dish to be featured on the menu that night, so he shushed the celebrations so he could choose.

"There was one ravioli that really stood out to me. The winning ravioli that will be featured on tonight's menu is..."

Gordon trailed off to allow for dramatic effect. Jimin was sure the editing team would switch the cameras between everyone to get their reactions, and he was sure-

"Jimin's kimchi ravioli."

Oh.

Shit.

Wait, him?

Like... Park Jimin? Was there another Jimin there?

But no, the rounds of applause and cheers were for him, and he stared with his eyes about to pop out of his head. He laughed and joined in with his team in celebrating, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Him. Park Jimin. The Park Jimin. Park Jimin would get a dish featured on the Hell's Kitchen menu. People would be eating his dish. He'd be teaching someone in the red kitchen how to make his dish. Park Jimin did that.

It was safe to say he had a boner.

He was so touching himself later.

"Congratulations, young man, you deserve it," Gordon said, and Jimin nodded with his smile so wide he couldn't see. "And you're part of the winning team, which means you have a special treat today. I hope you're not scared of heights, because you're going on a plane... to Las Vegas."

Again, applause and cheers.

"It's only fair the potential winners of Hell's Kitchen see where they're going to work, yes?"

Oh damn. Gordon was casually taking them to Las Vegas to see the new restaurant he was opening. Las Vegas was a gold mine, so Jimin couldn't blame him for opening another.

"Go get packed. We leave in fifteen minutes."

Fifteen? Well, shit, Jimin had to put on his best outfit to impress Y/n for the ten seconds he'd get to see her before he left. Anything for his woman.

Jimin rushed up to the dorms with the men, and they all patted his back and congratulated him. He thanked them for their support. Getting chosen for such an honor was far from what Jimin had been expecting, and it had him spiraling and unsure what to focus on.

He rushed to get changed into a black button-down despite the hot weather, and he matched it with trousers that would make his snatched waist look... well, snatched. His hair was perfect as it was, but he re-brushed it and washed his face to get the grime off his pretty hair and skin. But before he could leave, Chris approached him with a pouty Jungkook in the back, crossing his arms over his chest. Jungkook wore a plain white t-shirt, so his biceps and tattoos were visible.

"You did good today, as always," Chris said. Chris, Jimin, and Jungkook were the final three in the bedroom while the rest waited outside. Jimin knew Jungkook was ready, so the only reason the buff bunny was there was to annoy Jimin, but it looked like Chris had beaten him to it.

"Thanks. I still can't believe it. Shit, not too long ago, I thought I was getting eliminated, now this? I don't know how it turned around so fast."

"Eliminated?" Chris brushed Jimin off and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You want my honest opinion?"

"On my outfit? I know it looks great, but I'll take extra validation-"

"No, no," Chris interrupted with a snort. "On the competition."

"Oh, yeah, that makes more sense. Hit me. What's up?"

Chris smiled. It was delicate. Fatherly. "I think you're going to win."

Any amusement Jimin had dropped in that moment, and hearing his own teammate—who was his competition—say that had him stiffening in his spot, his eyes as wide as they had been when Gordon said Jimin had won the challenge.

Jimin stumbled over words for a moment, but he realized no words could express his emotions, so he opted to hug Chris instead. Chris laughed and returned the embrace.

Never did Jimin think he'd make it so far in Hell's Kitchen. Yeah, he was cocky and maybe a little arrogant, but when put up against talented chefs, he didn't know if he could make it, especially after fucking up wellingtons not too long ago. Yet there he stood. Not only still in the competition, but winning features on the menu and getting praise from his teammates. And beyond that, having a fellow competitor, who should be looking out for himself, tell Jimin he was going to win.

Jimin pulled back and returned the smile. "Thank you, Chris. I hope I do."

"Keep cooking like you have been, and you'll be working in Las Vegas in no time."

Jimin squeezed Chris' shoulder and released him after a beat. Chris walked out, leaving Jimin and Jungkook alone in the room. Jungkook was still pouty, rolling his eyes at Jimin.

"I've waited this whole time just to annoy you. Why do you need to be the popular one?"

"Jungkook, when you look like this, you tend to get attention. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm a fan favorite when the show comes out." Jimin motioned to his hotness, and Jungkook rolled his eyes again.

"You know there are cameras in here, right? They'll probably put that in the show."

"Oh, I'm sure, and I think the fans will agree with me." He glanced around but found no cameras, so he just shrugged and blew a kiss to the wall as if that were a camera. "I'm sure I'll have thousands of adoring fans a few months from now."

"I hate you so much."

"Yet you got all annoyed when I talked to someone who wasn't you. Sounds like you're jealous you don't have my attention all the time."

"Ugh. Now I hate you more."

Jimin snickered and went over to Jungkook, throwing his arm over the taller and wider man's shoulder. It didn't help that Jungkook wore those stupid Timberlands that made him larger.

"We're in this together, okay? You're my sixth favorite person here."

Jungkook scoffed. "Sixth?!"

"Mhm. Y/n being the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth."

"Ugh," Jungkook said again. "Can we go now? I'm tired of your lover boy bullshit."

Jimin flashed Jungkook what he hoped was a charming smile and agreed, departing the dorm with Jungkook and the rest of the team to go fly to Las Vegas. Las Vegas. He was going to see his potential new restaurant. His.

His.

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