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Jimin

Jimin hated dinner service.

Part of Jimin thought he'd rather get kicked in the balls than deal with the goobers on his team.

Well, to be fair, Jimin was part of those goobers, but still.

Point was he hated dinner service.

But, Jimin, you may ask, it's your job, so why do you hate it?

Because it fucking sucks, okay?

Jimin hated dinner service because every time there was one, it went wrong. Something went wrong. It didn't matter how big or small, there was always some mistake that would make Gordon pop the weasel known as his forehead vein and scream at them to move their fat fucking asses (which, to be fair, in Jimin's case, was very true).

All Jimin wanted was to rush over to the red kitchen and check on his wife. Yeah, that was dramatic, but he didn't care. Yes, he was a damn simp. He knew it. Jungkook knew it. Hell, Gordon fucking Ramsay probably knew it. Gordon had been on TV for so long, Jimin had no doubts the man knew when someone was amping something up for the cameras versus when it was real.

And Jimin's affection for Y/n was real.

But that was besides the point. Jimin had to focus, but whenever he tried, his mind kept wandering to Y/n. Still, he managed to get out perfect hot apps. They had a smaller team, so they station-bounced, but at least the core of Jimin's side of the service had been handled. He'd have to help Jungkook with meat, though that was nothing they couldn't handle. They were the best chefs on the team.

Paul finished off the cold apps and went to prepare the desserts for later while Dennis (or Tennis, depending on who you asked) and Chris handled the fish station. Jimin stood next to Jungkook while Gordon yelled out about the next order having ribeye on it, which meant Jimin's bestie had to get moving.

"Need help?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at Jimin to make a pfft sound.

Only for the ribeye to get sent back five minutes later for being raw.

"Yeah, you need help," Jimin said after-the-fact, and Jungkook scowled.

"The only help I need is mental, so back off, Park."

"Be a team player, Jeon. I'm here to help."

Jimin couldn't tell if Jungkook was being aggressive as a joke or seriously, but Jimin didn't care. Service needed to be won. Needed. He couldn't risk the chopping block. Sure, he had had a perfect service thus far with not a single app sent back, but that didn't mean he couldn't get sent home for his poor performance in the past. Especially if there were minimal errors that night.

No one would put Jungkook on the chopping block for one bad ribeye. Jungkook had the fewest mistakes out of anyone throughout the entire show thus far. Him and Seulgi had knocked it out of the park. It'd be stupid to send their second-strongest chef home. Jimin considered himself stronger due to his better communication and openness to team help. Jungkook was a bit... stubborn, to say the least.

Once again, Jimin wished he could check on his wife. She was doing okay, right? She needed a good service after the distress of her previous one. Jimin knew that feeling all too well. Luckily, he had confidence he would keep pulling through. That one night was one night. One. It wouldn't happen again. Sure, he'd make mistakes, but it wouldn't be on the same scale.

The rest of the dinner service kicked off. Entrees were the main event, which meant Jungkook had to get his shit together. He did. It took way too long, but Jungkook sent up the right ribeye and didn't make a mistake after that.

The others, though...

"Tennis!" Gordon shouted over the chaos known as the kitchen. "Where's the fucking sea bass!"

"Coming, chef," the spiky-haired chef replied, rushing to hand Gordon a hot plate of fish.

It ended up being raw.

So much for the plate being hot.

Jimin sighed and decided to just stand there, rolling up his sleeves before placing his small hands on the metal counter and staring at Dennis. Chris did his best to help, but Dennis was a sinking ship. There was no denying it: Dennis was deep in the shit. Jimin had been balls deep before, yet even that didn't come close to the depth Dennis was sinking to.

Yes, it ended with Dennis getting kicked out.

Yes, it also ended with Dennis going up for elimination, along with Chris since he was on the fish station with Dennis despite not doing anything wrong. Since it was their station, though, the responsibility fell on both of their shoulders, so if one went down, the other did, too.

Less than an hour after service, Jimin was back in front of Gordon, but that time for elimination because of course. Jimin hated elimination even when it wasn't him going home. But, at that point in the competition, it was becoming increasingly obvious who was going to be going home every elimination.

And that time it was...

"Dennis, give me your jacket."

Shocker.

Dennis waved to the guys, and Jimin waved back. As much as Jimin hadn't gotten close with Dennis, he'd miss that spiky ass hair. It made the team stand out. With Dennis gone, the only fashionista in the group was Felicia, and maybe Jungkook if you counted his obscene, offensive style. Boots all day all night. White t-shirts. Sweat stains everywhere.

Ugh.

"Now fuck off, all of you," Gordon said, and Jimin didn't waste any time rushing back to the dorms with his teammates.

Losing another teammate would suck, and they'd have to adjust to one less man, but it was what it was. They all had to go home at some point, right? Including Jungkook, who was Jimin's fiercest competitor at the moment. On the blue team, anyway. Y/n and Seulgi were his strongest competitors on the red team, though, to be fair, he hadn't seen Diya and Felicia's cooking as much as he had seen Y/n's. Probably because Jimin mostly paid attention to his wife. He paid attention to Y/n more than his own team.

The dorm was quiet that night. Jimin chose to get in the hot tub like he always did and rest his aching muscles. The whole of America would appreciate it, though. They got to drown in his toned chest. It wasn't like he had some hardcore six pack or something, but he was toned and knew it. He had nice muscles and a slim but curvy body that'd drive everyone insane, men and women alike.

Speaking of...

"Hey, hubby."

Ah, that lovely voice. That lovely, lovely voice.

"Came to see my muscles?" Jimin asked as Y/n approached. She wasn't wearing a swimsuit, much to Jimin's dismay. Just once he'd love if she joined him. Not for any weird reasons (though he was still a man; he wouldn't complain if she showed up in a swimsuit), but for a wholesome time. A cute night. A cute night with his wifey.

"Always, pretty boy. Get up."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jimin got up as if he were set to auto pilot, and she snorted before shutting up and staring at his chest. She whistled and leaned against the side of the hot tub, glancing up at him with a quirked brow.

"What? Wanna get in with me?" he asked, smirking, and she chuckled and backed away.

"No, no, I was just gonna ask how you're in such high spirits after tonight."

"Oh, cause of Tennis? I mean, Dennis? Well, I didn't know him too well. And, y'know, it is a competition. Everyone's gotta go for me to win."

"Even me?"

"Well..." Jimin plopped back down and took her hand, keeping her close to the edge of the tub. He kissed the back of her hand and smiled. "You're different."

"Jimin, you started out smooth, then you hit me with the cliche 'you're not like the other girls.'"

Jimin groaned. "I've lost my touch."

"Yeah, but at least you're cute." Y/n beamed and stared at him, and he stared back with a dumb smile that crinkled his eyes. Something about the way she looked at him had his heart jumping and his body feeling like mush.

"I'm okay, though," he said, referring to Dennis. "Like I said, I didn't know him well. I'll be more down in the dumps when Jungkook finally goes home."

"Finally? You think he's next?"

Jimin made a pffft sound. "I wish. He's the strongest competitor on my team." Jimin added the on my team since he believed Y/n and Seulgi were his overall strongest competitors. Or maybe Jimin just hated Jungkook. But he also liked Jungkook a lot. Weird. Emotions were weird.

"Wow. Wishing for your teammate to go home. What a team player you are."

"Shush."

"Make me."

Jimin almost tripped in a damn hot tub. "Wait, really?"

Y/n gulped. "Yeah."

Jimin snorted. "You don't look so sure."

"Well, I..." Y/n huffed and motioned to Jimin's face with not one but both of her hands. "Jimin, come on, don't be an idiot: you look like that. I have a straight panic every time I so much as glance at you."

Jimin knitted his brows together. "Wait, you're straight? I've seen lesbian porns straighter than you."

"Okay, wow, that was-" Y/n broke off and paused. "You watch lesbian porn?"

"Anyway." Jimin clapped his hands together, splashing some water over his neck but at least creating a noise other than the hot tub jets to hopefully distract her. "The point is, team this, team that, yadda yadda, who cares. It's a competition. Play as a team in service, hope everyone but you gets sent home in your head. Everyone's thinking it."

"Or maybe just you are. I like my teammates. I wish we could only cook and all go work for Gordon."

"Of course, but it's not a perfect world. Don't worry, they'll get work. They're good people and chefs."

"I'm not. Only thing I'm worried about is losing you." Y/n slapped her hand over her mouth after saying that, and Jimin couldn't laugh at that. It made his heart turn into mush like the rest of his body.

Jimin took her hand again and rubbed his thumb over the back of it, giving her a small smile. "Getting a soft spot for me, Mrs. Park?"

"Well..." Y/n sighed and snickered. "Maybe a little."

"That's quite alright. I've had a soft spot for you since the beginning, my Mrs. Park." He kissed the back of her hand again and then let it rest on the side of the hot tub. "Why don't you stay out here with me tonight? Just you, me, and the stars. What do you say?"

Y/n gazed at him, and him back at her. She wasn't smiling or laughing—his two favorite expressions on her—yet her passive expression was as beautiful as ever. That had him grinning, and she returned it, and that laugh he craved to hear came out before she answered.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll stay."

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