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Y/n

It was over.

Hell's Kitchen was mere hours away from ending. Gordon said he'd need at least three hours to choose the winner. At least. He had mumbled about how difficult that season in particular was, and Y/n couldn't blame him for thinking so. Both Y/n and Jimin were strong chefs, if she did say so herself. Both of them had ran their brigades with respect and completed their services. Of course, there were always hiccups, but they managed. That was what mattered most.

Y/n was in Jimin's bed, still in her chef's jacket, same with Jimin, and they stared at the ceiling while Y/n rested on Jimin's chest. They were sweaty from the long service, and they'd have to shower and change into fresh jackets the producers had provided to give them that clean look for the final moment of Hell's Kitchen.

Long story short: their schedule was chaotic.

"I don't feel like showering yet," Jimin said with a yawn, and Y/n nodded and continued to snuggle up with him.

"I know, but we have to. Just a little longer, then it's all over. Why don't we shower together?"

"Together?"

Y/n peeked up with a smirk. "Mhm. Together."

"You mean, like... just together, or like... together together?"

"Together together."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Y/n chuckled and sat up with a quirked brow. "What do you say? Together?"

Jimin was quick to shoot up, too. "Yep. Mhm. Together sounds good. Sounds real good, in fact. You know, maybe we should go right now-"

"Oh my God, you're impossible."

Y/n laughed and hopped up, bringing Jimin with her to the bathroom so they could shower "together." It was a long shower. Much longer than needed.

The pair of them got changed into fresh jackets the producers had left for them, and they dried their hair to make themselves look the same as before, just less sweaty. Although, that said, they had somehow built up more of a sweat in the shower.

Y/n took her mind off that and cleared her throat when the producers came and told them it was time. Luckily, they arrived long after the shower, otherwise that'd be awkward. They left to give Jimin and Y/n another minute alone to prepare for what was to come: the announcement of the winner. The winner of Hell's Kitchen. The winner of their long journey.

"Wow," Jimin said as he stood by the door in his white chef's jacket. He looked even better in uniform. "I can't believe it. We're about to see who won..."

"Yeah." Y/n came over and held his hand. "I won't be mad if it's you."

"And I won't be mad if it's you. No matter what, I'm just glad we had the chance to meet."

"Me too."

And that was the truth. Y/n had battled through hell (literally) and made it to the final two. Her life was set either way, and she'd have whatever job she wanted. Plus, she knew Jimin and her family would help her out. Being there at all was a privilege. Not to be cheesy, but the journey was what mattered, not the end result. She had proven herself a worthy chef both to herself and the world. And maybe to Gordon, too.

"Are you ready?" he asked, placing his hand on the doorknob, and she swallowed before nodding, and he took her out of the dorm for the final time. Well, they'd be back to pack their stuff afterwards, but that wasn't the same.

Jimin guided her down the stairs and through the back corridor, where they were escorted by producers upstairs again, but that time as a secret entrance into Gordon's office to avoid all the people crowding the dining room. There were two doors in Gordon's office, and Gordon would place the winner in front of the winning door. Obviously, neither Jimin or Y/n knew which door it was. Whichever door opened would be the winner's door.

Y/n saw Gordon standing behind his wooden desk, also wearing a chef's jacket, though she knew he'd stay in the background to give the winner their deserved spotlight. Of course, there were two cameramen inside, too, alongside a producer to oversee the shot. They remained, obviously, off screen.

"Congratulations to the two of you for making it this far. We are moments away from announcing who the winner of Hell's Kitchen is, and I want to say both of you have earned the title, but unfortunately, only one can come out on top. This has been one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make."

"Thank you for this opportunity, chef," Jimin said, and Y/n shared the sentiment.

"It was an honor to have the two of you here. Now, let me direct you to your doors."

Gordon did just that. Jimin stood on the right, and Y/n on the left.

"Very carefully, place your hand on your handle."

Y/n did as instructed, and she placed her skin over the cool metal handle. It was silver, and it could unlock the pathway to her future. She couldn't tell based on touch alone if her door was unlocked or not.

"On the count of three, I want you to turn your handles."

Y/n sucked in a sharp breath and glanced over at Jimin, who glanced back at her and smiled. She returned the expression. Somehow, seeing his eyes crinkle with his cute smile had her heart easing and her sweat not as intense as before. No matter what, she had him and a future. That was what she needed to focus on.

"One," Gordon said, trailing off, and Y/n stiffened her shoulders and turned her focus back to the door. She stared at the blurry glass, but even with the blur, she could tell there was a giant crowd down in the dining room, and her old teammates would be there to see every moment. "Two..."

Again with the trail off. If there was ever a day for Gordon not to be dramatic, that was the day, but she knew that was asking too much, so she stood there, waiting, and gripped her handle a bit tighter. That was when Gordon said it, and the truth came.

"Three."

Y/n moved the handle down, but it didn't budge, and her eyes widened when she peeked over and saw Jimin's was the door that opened. He stepped out onto the balcony, and she was so shocked, she couldn't move. It was cliche, she knew, but it was the truth. Every cliche in the world fell on her. She was breathless, she had butterflies on Jimin's behalf, and her tongue felt so numb that she couldn't speak.

Gordon came over and squeezed her shoulder. "You did amazing, Y/n. Don't be discouraged."

"I'm not, don't worry," she said after finding her voice. Her words stumbled and cracked nonetheless. "I'm happy. Jimin deserves it."

Speaking of, Jimin rushed back inside with tears on his face and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her up to him and kissing her in front of Gordon. She let out a muffled squeak against his lips, and he laughed as he pulled back.

"I don't care if it was me. To me, we both won."

"I agree," she said, returning his laugh and embracing him. "Congratulations. You've earned it, Jimin."

"Thank you. Come on. Let me show off my girl to the world."

"Wait wha-"

Jimin cut her off by dragging her out to the balcony, where a crowd awaited with streamers, confetti, loud ass party music, and color-changing lights cycling between the shades of the rainbow.

Jimin kissed her in front of everyone, and Y/n's eyes almost jumped out of her head, but she returned the kiss and relaxed into it, closing her eyes as her ears rang. The applause and cheers were echoes in her mind. She swore she felt every sense going off at once. Even with her eyes closed, it was like she could see a million colors. Her lips tasted Jimin, her skin felt his heat, and she smelled his soap from the shower they had taken not long ago. Every sense was on fire, and she didn't know which one to focus on.

Y/n pulled away and stared at him, and he brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead before embracing her again and burying his head into her neck.

"We did this together. I wouldn't have done any of this without you," he said, and she beamed and played with his hair. Jimin didn't give a crap about the crowd either, huh? She respected his dedication. "Seriously, Y/n, this is our win. Everything I do, I want you to be with me."

"I will be. I promise. I told you, no matter what, I'm happy. No matter what, I met you, and besides, you are the better chef."

"Nope. You are. Sorry, but I like living, so I'm just gonna keep saying my wife is the best chef in the world." Jimin laughed and pulled away just as Gordon stepped onto the balcony, and Jimin thanked him over and over. Jimin even hugged Gordon, and Gordon chuckled and returned it.

"You've earned it," Gordon said, though he was hard to hear over the roaring crowd. Y/n glanced down and saw Seulgi and Yuna together, waving up at her, and Y/n waved back with a bright grin.

She hadn't won the competition, but that was okay. She had won something far more important: Jimin. Maybe it was silly or cheesy, but he was the best part of the competition by far. Jimin had put it best: a job was a job, but a person was a lifetime. Jimin would give her a lifetime of wins. Every day would be a win with him by her side.

Jimin returned to her and embraced her one last time, and she snorted at his clinginess.

"Thank you, Y/n. For everything. I promise I'll make the most of this. Of us. I want to give you the best life. The life you deserve."

Y/n placed both her hands on his cheeks, meeting his steady, tear-filled gaze and keeping her soft smile. She wiped away his hot tears and didn't focus on the crowd despite how much they were begging for attention.

"You already have."

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