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Y/n

Markus was a fucking dumbass.

Or headass. Either one worked.

Y/n sat on the couch—a place she thoroughly enjoyed—and didn't have the TV on since it was impossible to hear anything due to the argument happening in the kitchen. Yuna and Felicia sat next to her. Yuna fiddled with her fingers while Felicia rolled her eyes and mimicked the blue team's banter.

Well, blue team was a bit of an over exaggeration. It was Markus versus Louis with Chris trying to be the peacemaker. Jimin leaned against the counter with his jacket sleeves rolled up and some sweat on the side of his face. He didn't bother glancing at them and kept peering at the kitchen counter.

Yeah, Y/n would do the same if she were in his shoes.

God, she wished she was in far more than his shoes-

Y/n, there's a fight going on. Be serious.

Y/n forced herself to tune back into the matter at hand, though she didn't feel like listening to whiney babies doing whatever it was whiney babies did. At least Jimin wasn't partaking in it. Damn, Jimin was already hot enough, but seeing him show restraint and not bother with all that drama bullshit made him hotter.

"I'm gonna win Hell's Kitchen," Markus said. Y/n spotted Jimin snorting at that, but since Louis was all up in Markus' bald ass face, Markus didn't notice Jimin, otherwise Jimin would get dragged into the drama.

"Wow." Louis snickered and backed away, shaking his head and throwing up his hands. "If that's the delusion you want to go with, go ahead and roll with it, man. I don't think Gordon feels the same way."

"He does. You'll see."

"We don't know who will win Hell's Kitchen, but I know damn well it won't be you. Have you honestly scored a single point for us in any challenges? Even one?"

"Okay, okay," Chris said, standing between them with a sigh. "I get it, we're all heated. Hell's Kitchen is a tough place to be in. But no one on the blue team will win if we're at each other's throats like this. Why don't we drink some water and cool down, yeah?"

"Fuck that!"

Markus shoved Chris out of the way, and Jimin shot up at and rushed around to go to Chris' side. Markus didn't care and went back to Louis, getting all up in his face, but Louis didn't flinch. Louis was taller and wider anyway. He looked like a football player with that athletic build. Markus looked like... Markus.

Jimin pulled Chris away and allowed Louis and Markus to continue their spat. Seulgi came out (unfortunately not of the closet) to see what all the commotion was, but when she saw Markus and Louis, she sighed and went over to the couch to plop down between Yuna and Y/n. Yuna didn't bother saying anything.

After Jimin brought Chris back to the blue team's dorm room, he walked out, ignored the ongoing feud, and then sat down between Seulgi and Y/n, wrapping an arm around Y/n. There was barely enough room on the couch for all of them.

"This is lame," Felicia said, standing. "I'm going to do anything else. Bye."

And then she strutted off like the queen she was.

"Bye," Yuna said in her classic soft tone, and Felicia paused to smile and wave to her, and then she was gone completely, leaving the dumbasses in the main area of the dorm. The thin walls made it so nowhere was an escape, but Y/n figured her and the ones around her had chosen the worst place to be. Oh well. She had already sat down. No point getting up once she sat down.

"Guys," Jimin said, his voice drowned out by Markus yelling at the calm Louis. "Want to go hide in the closet?"

"What would that solve, you fucking dumbass?" Seulgi asked with a scowl, and Jimin huffed and pouted like a toddler.

"It's better than being here."

"I'm claustrophobic," Yuna said in a squeak, and she hopped up and ran to the balcony instead. Y/n giggled at the sight and snuggled up with Jimin, who twirled her hair and hummed at her movement.

"Ew." Seulgi gagged. "You want me to go in a closet with you two? I think I'd rather get Markus' fist in my face. It'd be less painful."

Jimin winced. "To be fair, I don't think a punch from Markus would hurt."

"Exactly."

That much was true. Markus was a lot of talk but no game. He could shove and bark all he wanted, but he was scrawny, and not scrawny in a Jimin way where he was slim but had clear muscles and training. Markus was just... tiny. And nothing wrong with being tiny, but Markus had a temper for someone who could get stomped on. He was two inches shorter than Jimin, yet he wanted to act tough. Y/n didn't understand it.

"The closet has thicker walls," Jimin said, and Seulgi groaned. Jimin narrowed his eyes at her, seeing as they sat very close together, and then, Seulgi gagged for real.

"Oh, fuck." Seulgi waved her hand in front of her mouth and pinched her nose. That had her voice coming out all nasally. "Do you brush your teeth? Jesus, dude, your breath smells like a fucking Godzilla fart."

Jimin gasped. "Excuse you, my breath smells like mint!" Jimin paused to hold up his hand to his mouth and check. After a beat of silence, he cleared his throat. "Anyway, let's stop talking about this now."

Seulgi scooted away. As far as she could get. That resulted in the bickering behind them overtaking any other sounds. Seulgi remained near the edge of the couch, leaving Jimin and Y/n snuggling in the center. Y/n had to admit the warmth was incredible. Jimin had a warm, comforting body, and she wished she could sink into it. Not in a weird way, though. As much as she joked in her mind, she had utmost respect for Jimin.

Although she wouldn't mind if he disrespected her-

Anywho.

"Well, I hope none of you are hungry," Jimin said, raising his voice to be louder than the doofus behind him still going on and on about how he was going to "win" Hell's Kitchen. If Markus won Hell's Kitchen, Y/n would do a backflip off the Golden Gate Bridge. "I don't think we're getting into the kitchen for a while."

"How long do you think they can drag this out for?" Y/n asked since Seulgi averted her eyes and made it clear she wasn't part of the conversation. Oh well. More Jimin for Y/n. "I know the producers need drama, but drama fatigue exists. I think. The viewers won't like twenty minutes of nonstop fighting, will they?"

"No clue. I thought Hell's Kitchen viewers were getting a bit tired of it and wanted more of a focus on the cooking. Based on the comments I've seen, anyway. But I'm biased. I'm a chef, y'know."

"Um, hello, me too." Y/n pointed to herself with what she hoped was an angry expression. "Are you trying to mansplain to me? Come on, Jimin, you were so hot, please don't do this."

"Woah, woah." Jimin waved his hands like white flags before he held her waist again and gave her a smile that admittedly charmed her beyond belief. "Babe, I was sharing an opinion, not mansplaining. I swear."

Y/n stared at his pretty face and sighed dreamily. "Actually, never mind. You can mansplain to me any day."

"Okay, ew." Seulgi got up, scowled again, and paused before sighing, but not dreamily like Y/n had. "Is this what I'm gonna put up with all season?"

Y/n batted her eyelashes at the hot woman. "You think it will? You think we're talented enough to stay that long?"

"Ugh. I hate you two more than I hate Worcestershire sauce."

"Damn," Jimin said with a whistle, his grip on Y/n tightening a bit. She felt his hand squeeze against her waist, and she did her best not to burst out into a fit of giggles. "What'd the Worcestershire sauce do to you?"

"Have a stupid name. That's what it did."

Seulgi stomped away, and Jimin snorted and glanced over at Y/n. He waggled his brows, and that had her giggles bursting free. It was safe to say Jimin joined in on the giggles. It was the perfect distraction from the Markus chaos happening behind them.

"Do you think she hates us?" he asked once he dialed down, and Y/n shrugged.

"I hope she does. I love enemies to lovers. What do you think? Would Seulgi and I make a good pair?"

"Nope, but we would." Jimin placed his other hand on her waist as well, holding both sides of her hips, and he scooted her a bit closer. Considering they were on a couch, there wasn't much room between them to begin with, so the sudden obnoxiously close proximity had Y/n stumbling over words like some high schooler.

"I- well- you see- uh-" Y/n coughed, and Jimin chuckled at her expense. She rolled her eyes. Almost like Seulgi would. "I hate men."

"But not me, right? I get a pass because I'm hot?"

"Well, yeah, but that's besides the point."

Wow, Jimin was a character. A charming one, but an interesting character nonetheless. At the very least, he was cute as all hell, so even if he said the cringiest ego-centric line ever, she'd find it adorable somehow.

However, their conversation was interrupted by Markus throwing a spoon at the wall, which had Louis facepalming and Jimin grunting.

"Maybe we should slap Markus to stop this bullshit," Jimin mumbled.

Louis had given up and just stood there, listening to Markus going on and on about how he was going to win and be Chef Ramsay's righthand. As if Christina didn't already have that role. Right. Markus would take it from Christina. Yep. Made sense.

"I don't think we should get involved."

"I have a black belt in Taekwondo and I trained with a lot of other martial arts." Jimin smirked. "I can take his scrawny ass."

Fuck. Jimin just got ten times hotter.

"Me first," she said on instinct. "I'll be your warm up."

"Oh, really? I can think of a few ways we can warm up..." Jimin moved one hand from her waist to her hair, tugging slightly on a strand of it, twirling it, and meeting her eyes. "But we'd have to go somewhere without cameras for that."

"Sounds good. Sounds great, actually. Let's go to one of the bathrooms-"

"Y/n." Jimin laughed and interrupted her, his thumb rubbing circles on her waist. "You keeping talking like that, people are gonna tweet about this all the time when the show airs."

"You think they'll show us flirting more than the Markus fight?"

"Are you serious? They'd show a split screen with us flirting while Markus is fighting. That's comedy gold right there."

Y/n couldn't argue with that logic, so she brushed it off and rested on his shoulder instead, her head pressed on him and her body soothing from his warmth.

Jimin didn't say anything after that, but he didn't need to. Simply being in his presence was enough to comfort her. As much as she could be comforted, anyway. It was hard to relax with a raging Markus who never shut the fuck up behind her.

"Don't get eliminated yet, okay?" she whispered, and he chuckled and squeezed her body against his, his chin falling to the top of her head.

"Don't worry. I won't."

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