Remember to vote if you think Jimin is so hot he could ruin your life, gaslight you constantly, and essentially just be Jinx from Arcane personality-wise and you'd still be into it, or if you like cheese.

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Jimin

The dorm had a hot tub.

There were two things Jimin loved more than alcohol: fat asses and hot tubs. Nothing beat a warm tub after a long day of working, no matter how hot or cold it was outside. And in California, it was hot. Too hot for comfort. Yet, Jimin tossed his shirt to Narnia and slipped into the pool of warmth with jets blowing bubbles and white crests all around the small space.

His swim trunks got soaked in a flash, same with his bare chest, and all his muscles soothed. Working in a kitchen was a workout. More of a workout than some gave it credit for. It involved adrenaline for hours at a time, running back and forth, enduring verbal abuse from Papi Ramsay, and using hands more than he'd care to admit. Rolling dough, stirring pasta, plating—manual labor his pretty hands loved and hated at the same time.

Jimin let out a low whistle and allowed himself to drift into his chaotic thoughts. All of them consisted of the elimination he was sure would go well. As if it ever went well on Hell's Kitchen.

With the women losing the dinner service, it gave Jimin a solid thirty minutes to relax until they got called down for elimination, and he didn't need to consult with his team. They had celebrated and decided to make some snacks. Jimin, on the other hand, needed a breather away from the dorm. Well, he couldn't get away from the dorm, but outside was better than inside. At least-

"Hey, hubby."

Jimin opened his eyes and peeked at the scenery. Before him was Y/n, his wife, leaning on the side of the gray-rimmed hot tub that had tiny yellow bulbs shaped like Christmas lights hung around the wooden structure surrounding the hot goodness. It was for decoration more than anything, but at least it lit up the tub.

Along with that, there were concrete slabs making up the pathways and a small, round table with four seats and a closed umbrella in the corner. There were trimmed bushes and dark green grass that smelled like it had been cut hours ago next to the tub to replicate the great outdoors as much as possible. The producers didn't want the contestants feeling trapped, after all.

"Hey, wifey." Jimin swam to the edge and placed his hands by hers. Not on them, but by them. Next to them. "Are you going home tonight?"

"No. I wasn't one of the two chosen."

"Ramsay doesn't really care about who you choose. He'll choose whoever he wants," Jimin said with a snort, and Y/n laughed it off.

"I'm okay. None of my dishes got sent back. Plus, I did well in the challenge, so I'm sure he'll consider that, too."

Jimin couldn't deny the way his heartbeat steadied upon hearing that news, and he smiled until it crinkled his eyes. "Glad to know I haven't lost my wife already. If needed, I can give you cooking classes. Get you up to my level, maybe."

"You're lucky I'm a pacifist, otherwise you'd be getting a fist up your ass."

He shook said ass, and water sloshed behind him as a result. "Big target. Do it. I'll moan."

"Ugh. Men."

Y/n chuckled and leaned against the side of the tub, her hair a mess and sweat and grease on her cheeks. He let his hands soak in the water again before he sat up and wiped the grease from her face. She snapped her eyes back at that, and he kept his smile, wiping all the muck away.

"Hard worker," he mumbled, his touch as gentle as possible. "But no dirt should cover such a pretty face."

"I'd argue it makes me prettier."

Jimin smirked. "Damn right. I love me a hot, hard-working woman. Bonus points if she's smart, too, and you sure as hell are."

She quirked a brow. "How do you know?"

"Cause you married me. Duh." Jimin beamed. "Smartest decision you've ever made, darling."

Y/n rolled her pretty eyes and stepped away, Jimin's hands falling back to the tub, and he swam to the corner to relax in it and snicker at her displeasure. The way her nose scrunched up when she got annoyed at him had him swooning, he couldn't lie. It was the most adorable sight in the world.

"Would you like to join me?" Jimin asked, motioning to the empty space. "It's lonely in here. Plus, you in a swimsuit..."

"Ew. Perv."

"Oh, okay, let's play that game." Jimin stood, water dripping off his skin, and Y/n squeaked like a mouse and almost tumbled to the ground upon seeing his bare chest in its full glory. She rushed to cover her face, but she parted her fingers to take a look, to which Jimin snorted. "Uh-huh. I'm the perv."

Jimin plopped back down, and Y/n didn't bother arguing. There was nothing to argue; she had been caught looking. To be fair, Jimin liked to observe himself, too. He was one fine as hell human being. Oh, and he had a nice ass. Couldn't forget that. Some would argue that was the best part. Or his lips. Or his face card that never declined. Or his beefy thighs- okay, scratch that, Jimin was Jimin. That meant all of him was perfect.

"Anyway," she said, clearing her throat, and Jimin chuckled.

"Yes, anyway. What brings you out here, wifey? Dying to join me? Missed my voice? Missed my pretty face?"

"Well, it is pretty, I can't lie." She stayed pressed against the side of the tub, her eyes never leaving his. "But I just wanted to get away from the dorm for a few minutes. It can get suffocating in there, y'know?"

"I wouldn't know. I didn't lose."

"Okay, fuck you."

Jimin waggled his brows. "Is that an offer?"

"I said it once, I'll say it again: ugh. Men."

"We may be assholes, but we can be hot sometimes," Jimin said with a nod. It was true. Men were ugh. But sometimes they were ngh. There was no in between. "Don't you agree, Mrs. Park?"

Y/n averted her eyes. "Why did I have to marry you of all people?"

"Because I'm the hottest. Duh."

"I don't know..." Y/n trailed off and stroked her chin, tilting her head back and forth before she met his gaze again. "Jungkook's kinda hot, too."

Jimin wished he could spring out of the tub and tackle her for that. Jeon motherfucking Jungkook was not hotter than Park motherfucking Jimin. That was impossible. Yeah, Jungkook had the tits, the ass, the biceps, the face, the hair, the lips, the eyes, the... wait, what was Jimin trying to do again?

"You're so mean," Jimin said instead of acknowledging Jungkook's alleged hotness. "And here I thought we could have a nice chat about our dreams and goals and all that cute stuff."

"Why would we do that when we could bully each other instead?"

Fair point. All of Jimin's close friends spent the majority of their time bullying him. They were the lights of his life, yet he didn't know their favorite colors, their favorite foods despite being a chef, and, hell, sometimes he forgot their ages. Not because he didn't care, but because their relationship was not like the other girls.

Maybe he could get close to Y/n. She had a personality that bounced off his—light and fun. Considering they were in such a serious competition, it'd be good to have a friend. Or someone to rely on.

As much as he joked, he saw Y/n as a real competitor, unlike some of his dumbass teammates who had multiple dishes sent back during service. Jimin had none. A flawless victory for him. Y/n had a flawless service too, according to her, and he believed her. Besides, she had received a high score during the challenge, as she had mentioned earlier. The girl knew how to cook, and he admired that.

"Well maybe I want to get to know you on a deeper level. How about that?" he asked, resting his head on his hands that were pressed flat against the rim of the tub.

Y/n's eyes widened by a hair. "What, you want to know why I'm here?"

"Sure I do. Can't be for fun, can it?"

"Why can't it? Have you seen how many hotties there are? Seulgi, Jungkook, Felicia, you... Man, I'm winning just by getting all this eye candy."

"Fair enough, but you'll always be the prettiest to me, my dear," he said, waggling his brows once again. She laughed, and he swore he never heard a better sound. He found himself smiling, too. "It wasn't that funny."

"It was..." She wheezed and snorted. "...kind of that funny."

It wasn't. There was nothing funny about that, yet she laughed anyway. That reminded Jimin of himself. Someone could say balls lol and he'd knock himself over from laughter. He liked it when people saw joy in life. When people laughed. Y/n was an embodiment of that, from what he could tell so far.

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a snicker, glancing inside and seeing the teams mobilizing. They had time before elimination, but the last thing Jimin wanted was to need to leave while he had his shirt off. As much as he knew Ramsay had taken a liking to him, he didn't want to press his luck, no matter how fabulous his chest was. "Now scoot. I need to get out before I overheat."

Y/n dialed down from her laughter to instead smirk. "But, babe, you already are overheating, walking around in a body like that."

"Wow. That sounds like something I would say. I need to get out even more now." Jimin scrambled out of the tub while Y/n, once again, died of laughter, and he grabbed his towel from off the small table in the vicinity and wrapped it around his tiddies. He chuckled at her demeanor, and he sighed afterward, brushing her comment off. "Okay, okay, you've had your fun. I'll see you soon, alright?"

She winked. "I'll see you in my dreams, pretty boy."

Jimin couldn't help but let out another chuckle. She had a way with words, didn't she? But two could play that game, and he sure as hell would. That led to him walking by her, leaning in nice and close, and whispering her words right back at her.

"Jokes on you, darling. I've already been seeing you in mine."

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