Remember to vote if you would give Jimin all the food in the world and compliment him because he deserves everything, or if you think Jimin is hot.

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Y/n

Elimination swung by in a blur.

Harold, the one who had a beard, had been sent home. No one disagreed with the decision, and peace remained in the dorm.

The night sky soaked through the windows, and Y/n sat on the couch while Louis and Chris cooked something or somethings Y/n hadn't bothered to look at. She stared out the sliding balcony doors and observed Felicia practicing her model walk for Karen outside. Diya, who was also outside, clapped and cheered Felicia on, and Felicia sucked in every compliment Diya gave.

A weight got added to the couch, and Y/n spotted Jungkook there with a bag of sour cream and onion chips in his hands. A family-sized one.

"How the hell did you score that?" Y/n asked before snatching a chip out of the bag. Jungkook, to her surprise, didn't protest her chip-natching.

"I smuggled it in my suitcase. Sorry if they're a little crushed."

No, he wasn't sorry. Jungkook didn't care as long as he could eat it. That was what she had gathered about his personality in the short time she had known him: he was a human vacuum cleaner. If he saw food, it would be gone in ten seconds. Y/n respected that. A good writer reads, a good filmmaker watches movies, and a good chef eats. Something Y/n had done little of ever since arriving thanks to her adrenaline being so high she hadn't had much appetite.

Adjusting to Hell's Kitchen was far from a walk in the park. Her legs were sore, her eyes twitchy, and her body ready to collapse at any moment. Every service and challenge so far she had had a headache. No—a migraine. Followed by nausea. Followed by dry heaving. Nothing was more intense than cooking for the best chef in the world, and that was without factoring in the pressures of being filmed while doing so. And having confessionals afterward so the producers could shove your face everywhere.

Sometimes the producers egged her to say more dramatic stuff, but she refused. An asshole mentality would get her nowhere. Hell's Kitchen was essentially a job application. If she didn't get the job, she'd have to apply elsewhere, and elsewhere could watch Hell's Kitchen and say wow, she was an asshole and reject her.

It was safe to say she didn't want that.

Y/n took another chip, and Jungkook had the audacity to scrunch up his face and snap the bag back toward his buff chest. He gave her the stankiest stank eye she had ever seen.

"Um, excuse you, lady," Jungkook said through a mouthful of chips. "I smuggled this in, not you. I gave you one. One. Now you have to ask for more."

"What? Are you saying you want me to beg?"

"Woah," Chris said from the kitchen. It was attached to the living room without any walls or doors to separate them, so the duo in the kitchen heard the entire conversation. "Are you two flirting or fighting?"

"What?!"

A raging Jimin stomped out of the blue team's room (thin walls... thin walls), located Jungkook and Y/n on the couch, and sprinted over to sit between them. He pushed Jungkook away like that don't rush me, Katie, I'm just... not ready scene. Yes, it was so intense Jungkook went tumbling and almost fell off the couch.

Jimin, as soon as he sat down, wrapped his arm around Y/n. "This is my wife, excuse you."

"Relax, relax, she's not my type." Jungkook rubbed the side of his head and sighed while sitting up.

It was Y/n's turn to be offended. "What? Not into awesomeness?"

"Women. Not into women."

"Oh. That makes more sense. Who wouldn't like me? I'm me."

Jimin smirked. "Damn right, wifey."

"Okay, ew," Jungkook said with a gag. Meanwhile, Chris cheered them on like a supportive dad. Ahh, young love. Wait. Was what Jimin and Y/n had young love? It was supposed to be a joke. A joke.

"You're just jealous you can't have me," Jimin said, and Jungkook winced and scooted away.

"Um, no. I was lying. I am into women. I just didn't want to hurt Y/n's feelings."

"Wow, okay." Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned into Jimin's touch. "I don't need you anyway. I have a much hotter man."

"Wait a second," Louis said, diverting everyone's attention to the kitchen. "Aren't you guys in your twenties?"

Said the one in his late thirties. It wasn't like he wasn't an adult, too. Why did he say it so judgmentally? Wasn't the rule supposed to be to listen but don't judge? What happened to decency?

"Yeah," Jimin replied with furrowed brows. "Why?"

"You're acting like this is a high school drama."

"It isn't?"

Louis gave up after that, and Y/n couldn't blame him. What else was there to say? Louis was one back in my day away from being the old man of the team despite not being the oldest. Chris was older than him, yet that didn't stop Louis from looking like a dork. A cute one, though. He had a charming smile that crinkled his eyes and long nose.

"Well, anyway," Y/n said, shifting her focus back to Jimin and Jungkook. She had a feeling she'd be interacting with them a lot, seeing as they were the best chefs on their teams (based on what Y/n had seen so far), so she decided to give them a name for whenever they were together: Jikook. Like a ship name. The ship that could never be since Y/n was married to Jimin, getting in the way.

Or maybe they should suck it up and just have a threesome.

Who said that?

"Not much else to talk about," Jungkook said, and Y/n shrugged.

"We could talk about cooking. It's supposed to be our entire personalities."

Jimin scoffed. "I'll have you know my big fat ass is my entire personality, thank you very much."

"Wow." Jungkook held the chips a bit tighter. "I know who isn't getting any chips..."

Jimin snorted and flung Jungkook off, and Jungkook happily—maybe a little too happily—returned the middle finger. It was the first time Y/n had seen Jungkook smile like that. Like a genuine smile, not a sarcastic one.

The dynamic duo continued to fling each other off and curse one another out until Y/n wished she could clog her ears and throw the two boys into an active volcano. And, by that point, she hoped the volcano would take her, too. Better than living in California of all places. It was California. Ew.

Y/n got off the couch, and despite her being next to Jimin, Jimin didn't notice her vacating to the kitchen with Chris and Louis. Chris welcomed her, Louis shook his head and chuckled at Jikook's antics.

"You married one of them," Louis said, focusing on plating his extravagant... grilled cheese. Sarcasm: the grilled cheese was a normal ass grilled cheese. But, hey, that was a great choice. Grilled cheeses were the shit. "How does that make you feel?"

"Like an idiot." Y/n glanced over and saw Jimin huffing and puffing like he was a toddler. Which, to be fair, it was possible he was one in an adult body. Many chefs had anger and ego issues, so if Jimin's problem was acting like he was twelve, Y/n would take that over the alternative. "But at least he's cute."

That he was. He had the most adorable dimple on his cheek whenever he smiled, eyes that crinkled if he so much as giggled, and hair that looked healthier than anything Y/n had seen in her life. She could admire him all day, and she had a feeling anyone who watched that season of Hell's Kitchen would say the same.

"Can't argue with that," Louis said, returning to finishing off his grilled cheese. Once it was plated, Louis went to the kitchen table and chowed down while Chris continued work on his burger. A plain burger. No cheese, no lettuce, no onions—nothing.

Y/n didn't judge. Burgers were mad good. Plus, she had made one for Gordon for her signature dish challenge, so it was safe to say she loved burgers. Who wouldn't? Meat was delicious.

Many, many types of meat were delicious.

Anyway.

Y/n was about to walk away when a hand pressed on her waist, and she jumped only to see Jimin's pretty smile and slightly dented tooth waiting for her.

"My wife ran away from me. I'm offended."

Y/n snorted. "My husband didn't notice. I'm offended."

"Okay, okay, that's fair, but in my defense, Jungkook needed a good insult or two. Bastard is too cocky for his own good." Jimin slid in beside her and opened the fridge to dig through the ingredients the producers had stocked for them. New groceries came every other day, but they'd dwindle the later in the season they went and the fewer competitors there were. At least that meant they'd always have a packed fridge.

"See anything you like?"

"Y/n, I like everything. I'm a chef. My entire job is to like food." Jimin chuckled and continued to dig through until he brought out a package of American cheese.

"Are you having a grilled cheese too?"

"Obviously."

Jimin beamed and went to work making it, right next to Chris, complimenting his burger in a Gordon Ramsay accent, which Chris laughed at.

Y/n stood back and watched the scene, smiling to herself and enjoying the way Jimin managed to charm his teammates without breaking a sweat (though Y/n wouldn't mind if he did). Of all people to get "married" to, she got married to the hottest, smartest, most talented, and most charming one.

How the hell did she get so lucky?

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