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Jimin

Eight Months Later

"And then I called him a flopping seal."

Jungkook snorted at Jimin's exaggeration of the tale of Markus. Nothing made Jimin angrier than A) being away from his girl, and B) fucking Markus. That goober would live rent free in Jimin's head for the rest of his damn life.

And at that moment, both A and B were true. His girl wasn't with him, and memories of Markus had Jimin's ears turning red. He assumed so, anyway. It wasn't like he could see his ears, but he could feel the heat rising to them.

Jungkook sipped his tea and leaned back in his seat. "Great story, bro."

They were outside a cafe not far from Jimin's new restaurant. Well, it wasn't Jimin's; he was the head chef. He had only just started, seeing as Hell's Kitchen hadn't aired until last month, so they needed to wait until the season was out for Jimin to begin his new position. He had received the cash prize right away, that way he was able to hold himself over until his job started, but it gave him time to move to California with his girl. And then, when the time was right, they bounced over to Las Vegas for the new chef position.

"It wasn't a story, Jungkook. It was an experience." Jimin winced as he said it, and Jungkook snorted.

"You're something else, Park Jimin."

"I know."

Jimin drank his ice cold water. Being in a kitchen so often had given him a new appreciation for water. Not all water tasted the same. Y/n had lectured him about that prior to him beginning his head chef position. Looked like she had been right.

"Is she off work yet?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin shook his head.

"Nope. But we can swing by and visit, if you want to see her before you go. She never minds visitors."

"Ugh. That'll show her I missed her."

"So?"

"It ruins my bad boy mysterious persona."

Jimin snickered, grabbed a fistful of money from his leather wallet, and tossed it on the table. "Come on. It's only right down the block."

And down the block it was. Las Vegas was never dull, and the strip was far from inactive. Even on a random Tuesday in the middle of the afternoon there were packed crowds and loud voices, same with music and street performers trying to make extra money. When Jimin had time, he enjoyed listening to them and handing over some donations. It wasn't like he lacked the funds anymore.

Jimin took Jungkook away from the cafe and strolled the busy streets with him. Hell's Kitchen had aired, so some people recognized him (it also helped that they were in the site where many Hell's Kitchen winners and fans were), but not as many as you'd expect, considering he had been the winner of a Gordon Ramsay competition. Then again, it was a random Tuesday, so maybe it'd change on a Friday night.

Living in Las Vegas was what Jimin had expected. Busy nights, a job more strenuous than Jimin had ever imagined (but in a satisfying way), and a lot of gambling and alcohol. At least that meant he never had to worry about running out of the sweet adult grape juice.

Jimin wore casual clothes—a white t-shirt and shorts. Jungkook wore his atrocious fashion of Timberland boots and his leather jacket. Ugh. No matter what Jimin had told Jungkook, that bunny bitch refused to change into anything else.

They strolled the streets and made it to a less-packed portion of the strip (if those even existed anymore). There was a small corner right behind three potted (and small) palm trees that had a glowing sign spelling out Lumiere in golden, cursive letters. It was a small steak house that prided itself on service with a smile and steaks cooked at any temperature you wanted.

Jimin headed inside and waved to the hostess behind the wooden host desk with two computers on it and a stack of thick, black menus. Her name was Sandra, he believed, but none of the employees wore name tags due to it feeling tacky, according to the owners.

"She in the back?" Jimin asked, and Sandra grinned with her full, lipstick-covered lips and nodded. "Thanks. We'll be back there for a bit. Hope we're not intruding."

"Not at all, Mr. Park. We're slow on Tuesdays."

Most restaurants were. Steak houses thrived on weekends, though sometimes Mondays, too. It was surprising they even bothered with remaining operational during Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

Jimin strutted through the red-carpeted restaurant and saw it was slow, but there were still a few customers around, all gathered by the white tablecloths and candle centerpieces making up the two dozen tables inside. The kitchen doors were in the back, behind all the wooden decorations. It had a more rustic feel to it due to the classic wood and red carpet look it had going on, but Jimin liked that. It made his eyes happy, but nothing made his eyes happier than entering the kitchen.

The kitchen was far brighter than the dining room. There were checkered floors and clean white walls. Everything was sanitized as needed, and the metal surfaces holding various dishes and ingredients were organized. Behind the line were several chefs, including Seulgi, who put up a plate of a New York strip that looked perfect, as with everything she made.

Directing them was none other than Y/n, who looked damn good in her chef's jacket that hugged all the right places. Jimin leaned against the counter, feeling the heat from all the active stoves, ovens, and fryers that made anyone sweat.

"You got some visitors," Jimin said, and the chefs peeked up at that. Jimin didn't know all of them, but Seulgi and Y/n, obviously, recognized him in a heartbeat.

Y/n rounded the counter and hugged him, and Jimin returned it with a chuckle.

"I missed you," Y/n whispered, and he kissed her cheek and hummed in agreement. He missed her whenever they were apart, as cheesy as that was.

"Me too. Your dad working today?"

"Nope. He trusted me to handle it."

"His trust is well-placed."

That much was true. Y/n and her family had decided to move to Las Vegas with Jimin, and from there, they had opened Lumiere. A family-run steak house. Pretty rad, right? It was a successful business thus far, especially for one that opened not too long ago. Y/n was the head chef, and Seulgi had decided to move with them and become one of the chefs. The final four were together again, living their best lives. Well, almost all of them were together. Jungkook lived in South Korea, but he came to visit, and he vowed to visit as often as his passport would allow him.

Yuna kept in touch with Y/n but couldn't come to work for them. Not yet, anyway. One day, after she saved enough, she would make the move and take Y/n's offer of working with them, but for the time being, texts and facetimes it was.

"Damn right," Y/n said as she pulled away and grinned at him. She nodded to Jungkook. "And you're here, too. It's like a party."

Seulgi came over and squeezed Jungkook's shoulder, then Jimin's. Yeah, she still hadn't hugged anyone ever since hugging Y/n. Jimin doubted she would give Jimin anything more than an unenthusiastic handshake.

"Good to see you," Seulgi said. That was the nicest thing Jimin would ever get Seulgi to say, so he'd take it.

"I should let you two catch up. I've been catching up with him all day." Jimin motioned between Seulgi and Jungkook, and they agreed to Jimin's terms while Jimin pulled his girlfriend off to the side. "When do you get off?"

"In an hour. Though one might argue I'm never off the clock, just like you."

Yikes. Yeah, that much was true. Working at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant was hectic, to say the least. He was on the clock almost every night. Someone else took over for the afternoon shifts, but he handled the nights. Considering they didn't close until midnight, those shifts could be brutal. But for 250k, he'd do backflips to WAP for five hours straight every day.

"Except now," he said, kissing her forehead. "Need any help?"

"None, but thank you for offering. You should enjoy your time off."

"I'm with you, aren't I? I consider that happy time off."

"That was so cheesy. You're lucky Jungkook isn't listening."

"I know." Jimin beamed and stepped back to give her some space. She had been behind stoves all day, so he didn't want her to overheat or anything. Oh, and he didn't want to gross out the chefs or anything. "You want to say bye to him? He's going back to Korea today."

"Oh, already? Feels like he just got here."

"Well, Jungkook isn't good at staying in one place."

"True."

Y/n went over to Seulgi and Jungkook and tapped Jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook turned, and Y/n hugged him. Damn. Jimin was jealous. Why couldn't Jimin hug Jungkook? He wanted to feel those girthy Jungtiddies, too. Y/n was one lucky girl. Got to shag Jimin, and Jungkook didn't mind it when she hugged him, but he'd push Jimin away if he so much as attempted that.

"You'll come visit again soon, right?" Y/n asked as she pulled back, and Jungkook flashed her a bunny smile.

"Of course. For Seulgi, though. Not for you and lover boy over there."

"I can hear you, jackass."

Jungkook flung him off but kept his eyes on Y/n. "Good luck with your business, but I know you won't need it with all that talent."

"Jungkook being nice? Someone record this."

Seulgi snickered at Y/n's words and squeezed Jungkook's shoulder again before retreating behind the kitchen to continue the lunch service. It was slow, so not too many tickets, but it was still a big help to have Seulgi behind the line.

"Looks like you two have to get back to work, so I'll get out of your way," Jungkook said, backing off. "Jimin, you staying, or am I going to the airport early and all by myself?"

"Of course I'm staying with my girl. Have fun by yourself. I don't want to be seen next to your Timberlands."

Jungkook scoffed. "These Timbs are iconic, excuse you. But whatever. I'll see you next time I visit, then. And I'll text. Maybe."

Maybe. Yeah, right. They texted every other day, but Jungkook was a terrible texter. By "texted every other day," Jimin meant that was Jungkook's response time.

"Yeah, yeah. Bye, Jungkook. Have a safe flight."

"Meh."

Jungkook shrugged and walked away, and Jimin chuckled before facing Y/n, who smiled at him, and it was safe to say he returned the expression in a heartbeat.

"I have to get back to work, but you're welcome to stay. We can make you something, if you're hungry."

"Thanks, Y/n, but I'm okay. I'll stay and clean some stuff, then maybe we can get a drink after you're off?"

"The alcoholic type of drink?"

"Are there any other types?"

Y/n laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Then that's a yes. And then we can get all nice and cozy in bed for a while until your shift?"

"Nice and cozy meaning...?"

"Smash smash, bang bang, nomnom."

"I figured, just wanted to make sure." He kissed her forehead again. "I can't wait. I'll be around, but I'm sure you'll be busy, so I'll just say bye for now."

"Yeah, good idea. Bye for now. I love you."

Jimin giggled like a high schooler. "I love you, too."

Y/n squealed and then ran back behind the line. Despite her squealing, she snapped into head chef mode within a blink, and Jimin got a boner from it. He excused himself to the back to crush up some empty boxes and clean off some surfaces like he said he would. Jimin enjoyed helping out whenever he could, even though he wasn't getting paid for it. Lumiere was a great place, and he'd help it however he could, not only because his girlfriend and her dad worked there.

Jimin stood in the back, where it was much cooler than in the heart of the kitchen, and observed the way Y/n took control of her brigade. It was where she belonged, and life had worked out for them, even through all their odd moments.

Jimin snorted to himself. And then, he chuckled. It became a full laugh he was grateful no one was around to listen to. The clunkiness of all the machinery and kitchen applications drowned it out, so he felt comfortable allowing himself to laugh at the absurdness of the situation.

He just found it funny how he had gone through Hell to find his angel.

THE END

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Thank you for joining me on this long but fluffy journey. As much as I'm known for my angst-filled dramas that kill off characters like it's going out of style, it's good to slow down and have a cute, fun story. I've written quite a few of them, like The Gamer's Guide to Romance, so if wholesome stories are more your speed, I have others that would be right up your alley!

I hope you enjoyed this story. It was easy to write. Despite it being almost 90k words, I wrote it in only about a month and a half, maybe two months. It feels like I've been planning it forever, but I wrote it in a heartbeat. Wild.

Anyway, past Raven is writing this. It's only June 2nd as I write this, and this ending won't come out until August, so I don't know what I'll have going by that point. I imagine Bound in Roses and Chains will be published, so I hope you take a peek at that since it's gonna be a good one, if I do say so myself. I'm sure Starfield season 4 will be done by then, so I hope you guys start Starfield if you haven't already. It only has two seasons left, so now's the perfect time to get into it since it's so long it might be done by the time you finish seasons 1-4.

I'm not sure what else will be out or finished, but I hope I manage to get a lot done this summer. Thank you guys for all your support, and thank you for reading Hell's Angels.

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