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Jimin

Black fucking jacket.

Jimin got a black jacket.

He was a finalist on Hell's Kitchen.

And he was pinning his kind-of girlfriend up against a wall and making out with her.

How much better could life get?

"Jimin," she said between kisses, and he chuckled, keeping her pressed against the white wall out of sight of any of the other contestants. They were too busy drowning in champagne anyway. "What about the cameras?"

Jimin groaned and kissed down her neck, pulling at her new jacket. "Does it look like I give a fuck?"

Y/n shrugged. "Fair point." And then they went back to making out.

What better time to celebrate than then? They both earned black jackets. Jimin had almost shat himself when Y/n hadn't entered the lounge by the end of round two, but it worked out. The dream team was there. They would be unstoppable. Not a single weak chef among them. Shit. How the hell was Jimin supposed to win? Oh well; all that mattered was making out with Y/n. He could worry about the future later.

"What about the others?" she asked, again between kisses, and Jimin snorted and brushed his nose by hers, their breath tangling in the small space between them.

"What about them?"

"Won't they wonder where we've gone?"

"No. Jungkook and Chris are passed out drunk, and Seulgi's awake but drunk."

"Isn't that more reason to worry? If Seul's awake, she'll come looking for us."

Jimin whined and didn't care that he sounded like a toddler. "You're being a buzzkill. I just wanna make out with my girlfriend."

"I'm your girlfriend?" she asked with raised brows.

"Nope, I just make out with every girl I meet." Jimin rolled his eyes. "Of course you're my girlfriend."

"I thought I was your wife."

"Oh, here we go." Jimin snorted and kissed her forehead, his hands rubbing her waist and tugging at the ends of her new black jacket. "Yes, you're my wife, but you're also my girlfriend. Does that make sense?"

Y/n tilted her head back and forth before making a small hmm sound. "You know what? That actually did make sense. Have I been hanging out with you too much?"

"Probably."

Jimin kissed all over her face as if he'd never get a chance to again. With eliminations around every corner and every chef immensely talented, it was possible she could go home next service. That service wouldn't be that night due to the celebration and drinking, but it'd be the next night, and if she flubbed even one service, it was over. The same applied to Jimin.

Though, to be fair, he had confidence in both himself and Y/n. Seulgi and Jungkook had been slipping a bit lately, which could factor into the eliminations. By that point, Jimin hoped Gordon would consider overall season performance. Y/n and Jimin had kicked ass overall.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Jimin buried his face against her neck and kept holding her waist, taking in her warmth and sweaty scent. She had been cooking for her life not too long ago, so the smell, if anything, was endearing.

They had been celebrating for half an hour. That meant Seulgi and Jungkook were wasted. Jimin hadn't had much to drink, and neither did Y/n, but they did drink each other's saliva, so maybe that counted.

"Maybe just another minute, then we can go give Seul some company." Y/n paused for a moment to sigh. "She didn't really make any friends on the red team. I don't want her to be lonely."

"You see, this is why I like you so much." Jimin pulled back to peck her lips and smile. "You care about others, even in a competition."

"Mhm, mhm. What else? Please, feel free to keep listing reasons you like me."

Jimin laughed. "God, you're adorable."

"That's another good reason-"

He shut her up with a kiss, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in her gentle touches. Her fingers weaved through his messy hair, each scrape of her nails against his scalp getting his heart to jump and his skin to tingle. His lips moved over hers and could taste a variety of flavors. The mint of her toothpaste combated the other foods she had tasted that day, same with the champagne. It was like tasting all the food groups at once, on top of feeling the smooth glide of her mouth over his.

Jimin ended the kiss after spending too many greedy seconds on her skin, and he placed his hand on her cheek to rub his thumb back and forth on her pretty face.

"Ready to go back to Seulgi now?"

Y/n nodded and grinned, which had him swooning. It felt like he was in high school all over again, swooning over his crush. Maybe it made him childish or a simp or whatever, but he couldn't care; she was beautiful, and she was his. A great combination, in his opinion.

Jimin held her hand and guided her out of the small hallway leading to the bathroom. They joined their new teammates, and Jimin's theory was correct: Chris and Jungkook were passed out while Seulgi was awake and continuing to drink her ass off at the small table full of champagne. Well, maybe not as full anymore, but it had three bottles of champagne left. Jimin hadn't counted how many they had started with, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

Chris was snoring, face-first on the ground. Jungkook was draped over the sofa, an empty bottle on the ground underneath his outstretched arm. He had his mouth wide open and was somehow snoring louder than Chris. The two snoring overpowered the music playing on the speakers hanging on the creases between the ceiling and the white walls.

"Oh, there you two are," Seulgi said, beaming. She held out both of her arms, and one of them had a champagne glass at the end of it. "Are you ready to party?"

"We already are, Seul," Jimin answered, guiding Y/n to step over the unconscious Chris and go to the mahogany table.

The lounge was beautiful. It had a fish tank and everything. He didn't know what the fish were, but they were colorful. He swore he saw every color of the rainbow inside that mini aquarium. The floors were wooden with white carpets, and there were pretty color-changing lights set to white for the time being, but they had the remote if they wanted to party even more. All the furniture was wooden, giving a much-needed splash of color.

"You guys are my new teammates." Seulgi brought her arms back to her chest and sipped from her glass of bubbly liquid. "I bet you'll love working with me."

"Oh my God," Jimin whispered to Y/n, "Seulgi's a happy drunk."

"Who would have thought?" Y/n chuckled before raising her voice so Seulgi could hear. "Will you love working with us?"

"Just don't fuck up, and yeah!" Seulgi giggled—yes, giggled—and came over to wrap an arm around Y/n. Some of the champagne spilled, but none of it landed on Y/n's new jacket. Or Jimin's. Whew. "I won't fuck up. I promise."

"It's okay to make mistakes, Seul," Y/n said, grinning at the drunk girl. "Just bounce back from them. That's what Gordon wants to see. Keep your head up and keep communicating."

"That's a good point. Wow. You're smarter than I thought."

Y/n snickered. "Gee, thanks."

Seulgi giggled again and backed off, doing a little dancey dance as she scurried back to the champagne table to drink her ass off, as if she hadn't been doing that enough the past thirty minutes. But holy moly, how much did Jungkook and Chris have to drink if they were already passed out? Jimin had been too worried about Y/n earning a black jacket to notice how much Chris and Jungkook had been drinking. Oh well.

"Maybe we should be the sober ones," Jimin muttered to Y/n, and Y/n kept her grin.

"Yeaaaah, I think these guys need supervisors. And a toilet. And water."

"Especially the water."

Jimin went to the table and peered over it. There was an ice bucket with water bottles in it, though not too many. Jimin took one and started drinking one to keep himself hydrated, handing another to Y/n, who did the same. Seulgi didn't notice any of it, not that Jimin had expected her to.

"I want to win." Seulgi snapped around and pointed to Jimin. "So I have to beat you." And then to Y/n. "And you."

"That's great, Seul," Jimin said between sips of water. "Why don't you sit and chat about the competition with us, yeah?" Jimin sat at one of the five stools placed around the table, and Seulgi blew a raspberry and kept swaying around with her half-full glass of champagne. She didn't so much as glance at the stools.

Jimin looked at Y/n, who stared back and rolled her eyes playfully. Seulgi was a handful, wasn't she? But that was okay. They had earned their black jackets. Jimin still couldn't believe it. Not only did he get one, but he got it first. Not many chefs in the world could say they had received a black jacket, let alone had been the first ones to receive it. That would be his lifelong flex, and he couldn't wait to tell his mom, who he missed more than anything.

"You doing okay?" Jimin asked Y/n, who nodded.

"Just in shock, I guess. About the jacket. And maybe I miss Yuna a bit."

Jimin hummed in agreement. Looked like she was thinking about the same thing he was. Then again, it was hard not to think about; they had become Hell's Kitchen finalists. Not too much longer until a winner was announced.

"I'm sure she's happy for you. And you should be happy for yourself."

"I am. I just wish she could have stayed. She was a great friend."

"You're a great friend, too. I'm sure she misses you." Jimin squeezed her shoulder. "But you're here now. A finalist on Hell's Kitchen. How does it feel?"

Y/n glanced at the table for a moment, pausing to take a sip of her water. She didn't answer for a long beat, but when she did, she smiled, and she parroted Jimin's exact thoughts.

"Fucking amazing."

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