Never let me get my hands on this man. Sigh.

Anyway, vote if you would let Jimin hit you with a frying pan, or if you like chocolate milk. No one will ever know!!!

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Jimin

Not to be homosexual or anything, but Gordon Ramsay could get it.

Okay, not in a weird way... well, actually, was there any other way to take that? Whatever, Jimin didn't care. What he cared about was how he was in Hell's Kitchen. Yes, the Hell's Kitchen. The real restaurant. Sure, half of it was rigged with cameras, microphones, spotlights, and all the countless other pieces of filming equipment, but it was real. Real in the sense that it was a physical place.

Back when he had first moved to California, he had watched Hell's Kitchen to help learn English. English had never been his priority in Busan. Probably because he was... newsflash... Korean. But he had been studying English for eleven years, so he hoped that'd be enough to carry him through the competition. Plus, Hell's Kitchen taught him the most important English.

Fuck. Shit. Donkey. Fucking donkey. Motherfucker. Dick. Cock. Balls.

That was all he needed to get through life in America, to be honest. He already had a wider vocabulary than the average Californian.

Jimin was chilling after the signature dish challenge, and he had two things on his mind: Gordon Ramsay's golden locks, and Y/n. His wife, as declared by Gordon. Whatever Gordon said was the truth. Jimin would listen to anything that man said.

The men had taken home the victory by one point. Hell's Kitchen was known for that: one point victories, never any landslides except in rare cases. For TV's sake, no doubt. Their contracts stated to expect drama, though in recent years, Hell's Kitchen had focused more on the cooking than the petty fights. Viewers enjoyed that more, and Jimin did, too. When the chefs supported one another, it led to wholesome moments. Jimin liked wholesome moments.

Jimin stood in the dorm after finishing the challenge and being one of the main reasons the men won; a perfect five out of five. No one else scored a five. Jimin at the top, how it should be. A strong first impression meant Gordon had seen what Jimin could do. The more Jimin showed his skills, the closer he got to landing that head chef position in Las Vegas-

"Jimin," a male voice said from the doorway of one of the two men's bedrooms. The dorms had four bedrooms; two for the girls, two for the men. Four to five in each room, and all with queen-sized beds. Yeah, queens. At least they weren't living like college students again.

Jimin turned, his shirt off and in his tiny hands as he quirked a brow to the intruder named Jungkook. Another Korean. Born in Busan, too. What were the odds?

"Damn," Jungkook said, his curly black hair falling in his face. He tilted his head back to observe Jimin's tiddies, and Jimin saw the mole resting under his thin lips as a result. "Can I take a picture?"

"No."

"Worth a try."

Jungkook flopped over on one of the countless beds with plain white sheets and covers. Nothing special, same with the rest of the room. Small but effective, with a few dressers for their clothes but nothing outstanding. There were four bathrooms, at least. And a personal kitchen because... duh.

None of the other guys were there since, unlike Jimin, they were on time. Jimin was late. As always. Hence why Jungkook was there: to remind Jimin to move his fat ass.

"The girls have to prep both kitchens for tonight's service and unload the trucks," Jungkook said with a snort.

Jimin pictured Y/n carrying boxes. No, he didn't want that. He wanted to hold them for her, so she didn't break a sweat on that beautiful face of hers. She possessed a look of innocence, and not in the naughty way, in the personality way. As in, she seemed... sweet. Like she cared about the ones around her. Like she cared about him.

Or maybe he was delusional. He had met her an hour ago, after all. But they were married. That meant something, right?

"Hello? Earth to Jimin?"

Jimin grabbed a black t-shirt and threw it on to match his black shorts. Their reward for winning the challenge was a food truck tasting, and Jimin looked forward to bonding with his team. But he couldn't bond with them if he spent his day thinking about the woman he had just met.

"Sorry," Jimin said once he changed, slipping his sneakers on and approaching Jungkook, who stood once Jimin came over. Jungkook had an inch on Jimin, but it felt like a whole foot. That was due to the muscle difference. Jimin had tone, sure, but Jungkook had the appearance of a U.S. navy seal with how broad his shoulders were and how defined his jawline was.

"I know, I'm hot."

"Okay, ew. Let's go."

Jungkook waggled his brows, but Jimin ignored that to instead exit the bedroom. The front room had a couch and TV. A couch not big enough for all eighteen contestants, but in a few weeks, that number would drop from the high teens to the low teens, and then to below ten. Soon enough, Jimin would be in the top five. Soon enough, he'd win the grand prize.

They departed the barren dorm with few decorations aside from fake plants and art depicting nothing interesting, making their way downstairs, where everyone else was. The men waited in the dining room, and Jimin and Jungkook passed by the red kitchen to get there. The kitchen with Y/n in it, alongside eight other women Jimin didn't recognize nor care to recognize. During the challenge, he had paid attention to the first few, but once Y/n entered his brain, she hadn't left.

Y/n peeled potatoes in the corner while the other girls chatted about either gossip or recipes, Jimin didn't know. Jimin slowed his pace and leaned against the counter, and Y/n peeked up at that.

Jimin smirked. "Gonna miss me?"

"I'm holding a knife, Park. You sure you wanna test me right now?"

"Ooh, feisty." Jimin brushed a stray lock behind her ear. "Tie that up. Don't want hair in the food, yeah?"

"You're lucky you're hot."

Jimin's smirk morphed into a grin. "Damn right I am."

Shit. He sounded like Jungkook.

Speaking of, Jungkook averted his eyes and pretended to look anywhere else. For some reason, he had a leather jacket on despite the California heat. It didn't match with his black and white shorts. Oh, and to top it all off, he wore Timberland boots. Why? His fashion sense was a mess, and Jimin wanted to strangle him for it. Fashion was art. If Jimin didn't love cooking as much as he did, he would've went into the fashion industry.

Long story short: Jungkook's presence was hurting Jimin's feelings.

"Just go. Assuming you don't get eliminated right away, I'll see you tonight," Y/n said, and Jimin chuckled.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mrs. Park. I have a wife to take care of, remember?"

"Gross," Jungkook said, faking a gag. "If you two are done eye-fucking, I'd like to go on our reward now."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, grumpy."

Jimin huffed and bid his farewells to Y/n before departing with Jungkook and the rest of his team, piling into the back of a limo and having a rather-silent drive to the location. None of them had the energy for speaking until they arrived, and Jimin respected that. Their first challenge wasn't hard due to it being cooking food they were comfortable with, but that didn't mean it wasn't draining. First day meant first impressions, and first impressions with Gordon fucking Ramsay meant more pressure than anyone knew prior to the competition.

It took twenty minutes, but they arrived at the food truck park. Well, that wasn't what it was called. Jimin had no clue where they were since he hadn't been paying attention to Gordon's explanation. In his defense, he was too busy staring into Gordon's pretty eyes-

Okay, Jimin. Chill.

Jimin shook himself out of it and stepped into the park, his sneakers making contact with the concrete. Cameras surrounded him to the point where he couldn't tell if he could see the blue horizon or not. At least the sun was bright enough that he could see every nook and cranny of the wide space.

It was a vast opening with one palm tree in the middle, protected by black metal fences that were shaped in one circle to match the tree's width. A wooden bench was in front of it, and the soft breeze made it so the long, flappy leaves soared in the air. Few clouds covered the sky, making for perfect conditions to eat a shit ton of food.

Five food trucks lined the wide sidewalk, and all sold different cuisines. One featured classic American cuisine, another Mexican, another mac and cheese with special twists (such as Korean BBQ mac and cheese, which Jimin wanted to devour), one French, and the final one Greek.

Gordon stood in the center with a toothy smile. "Blue team, today you won the first challenge. Congratulations."

All nine men applauded. Some of them let out howls like they were wolves. Stupid ones, probably. None of them would be around in a few weeks, aside from maybe Jungkook. Jungkook had scored a four, after all. Unlike Markus, that bitch. Scored a one with a rancid shrimp risotto. A risotto. Y'know, the most popular dish in Hell's Kitchen. Yeah, so that filled Jimin with confidence for that night's dinner service.

"As a reward, you get to sample cuisine from all around the world. The only thing stopping you is not having a fork."

The group laughed, including Gordon, and Jimin had heart eyes upon hearing Papi Ramsay laugh. His wrinkles somehow made him more attractive. Wow, what a man-

Okay, Jimin, bro. Chill.

Jimin straightened his posture and ignored the rest of Gordon's tirade about needing experience with other cuisines to become a versatile chef. Jimin had plenty of experience with authentic foreign foods from his travels around the world. Traveling was one of the most enrichening experiences he had had. Both as a chef and as a person. He had gone to Japan, Germany, France, Brazil, India, and far more to immerse himself in the different cultures.

Culture was beautiful, in his eyes. One of the most beautiful things, in fact. It was how people lived their lives, and people were beautiful. Not always, but Jimin wanted to believe most were, even if he hated social interaction sometimes.

Or most times.

Gordon finished his speech and allowed the team to spread out and sample the trucks. The requirement was to try something from all of them, and Jimin went to the American truck first to grab a burger, like the one Y/n had made, but when he tasted it, he concluded Y/n's was superior.

The blue team took spots on the concrete under the sun with their food of choice. Jimin didn't know who to sit next to until a man with a chubby face and short brown hair gave him a wave, and Jimin ignored the pouting Jungkook to instead plop down next to the stranger. The man wore a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, like most of the guys. Leave it to men to stay plain. Jimin respected that; it made packing easier.

"Hi," the man said, and he had a gummy smile that caused his pale cheeks to glow. "I'm Paul."

"Paul, got it. I'm Jimin."

"We all know you." Paul pushed up his thin-framed glasses on his thick nose with wide nostrils. "You got married on the first day."

"Ah, I see I set a reputation for myself."

All the guys had their own conversations, which made sense considering there were nine of them. Jungkook ended up shimmying over and finding an excuse to sit next to Jimin. They were the only two Koreans on the team, so that made sense in Jimin's small brain.

"Jungkook, meet Paul. Paul, Jungkook. He looks like a bunny, don't he?"

Paul shook Jungkook's hand and widened his hazel eyes. "Wow, yeah. He looks like a baby bunny."

"Okay, rude." Jungkook huffed and revoked his hand. "You two suck."

"I can suck other things, Mr. Jeon," Jimin said, batting his eyelashes at the younger, which resulted in Jungkook grunting and Paul dropping his spoon of mac and cheese.

"Am I interrupting something?" Paul asked, and Jungkook and Jimin didn't bother answering.

Jungkook nudged Jimin. "Careful, otherwise your wife might get jealous."

"Whatever." Jimin devoured more of his burger before he decided that was his chance to get to know his competition. Losers. That was who they were. But, that didn't mean Jimin didn't care. Everyone came to Hell's Kitchen for a job, so Jimin knew all of them went through struggles, and he wished he could help. He had to help himself first, though. "Why did you guys come here?"

"To meet Gordon Ramsay. Duh," Jungkook said, and Jimin tilted his head at that. Jungkook smirked. "What, you thought I was gonna have some sob story?"

"Uh, yeah, actually. You just wanted to meet Gordon? That's it?"

"Yep." Jungkook scooped up Jimin's burger and took a bite out of it. His smirk didn't disappear the entire time, somehow. He spoke through bites of food, too. "Connections mean everything. If Gordon knows who I am, and I do well on Hell's Kitchen, even if I don't win, I'll do great in life. Nuff said."

Jimin couldn't argue with that, so, he turned to Paul and coaxed an answer out of him.

"Oh, me? Well, I came for my son, but it's a double-edged sword, being away from him for so long."

Jimin wanted kids. They melted his heart and had the cutest smiles that could create world peace. Plus, his mom wanted grandbabies. Lots and lots of grandbabies.

"I can only imagine," Jimin replied, and he trailed off when it went quiet. Sheesh. Awkward. It was tough to talk to so many new people, but Jimin did his best to channel whatever extrovert blood he had inside him, which was... none. "No one asked, but I'm here so I can get the job and make my dad proud. He's never been fully onboard with me being a chef. Not because he doesn't believe in me, but because of all the toxicity in the industry. Yeah, good ole pops was worried I'd get wrinkles and hair loss early because of it."

Jungkook plucked a strand of Jimin's dark hair and shrugged. "It's already happening."

"Why you little..."

Jimin almost tackled Jungkook, but the bunny bitch fled before any harm could come to him. That left Jimin with Paul, who kept to himself and ate his mac and cheese. Thanks to Jungkook, Jimin needed more food, and Jimin swore he wanted to murder that kid (who was just two years younger than Jimin). Ugh, whatever.

Gordon spoke to a few members of the blue team, and then to the cameramen, and Jimin realized no one had paid attention to Jimin and co. Looked like the crew had other priorities. But, hey, at least that meant some peace and quiet. For the time being, anyway. Relaxing out in the sun was nice and all, but they had a dinner service that night.

A dinner service that would lead to someone getting eliminated.

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Remember to vote if you want Jimin to get back from the military ASAP.