Remember to vote if you, like Y/n, would fall for this Jimin, or if you like Gordon Ramsay's pencil that he always tucks behind his ear.

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Y/n

Another win.

With Dennis kicking the bucket (in the elimination, not like... death), the blue team was a bit disorganized, although Jimin looked ten times hotter when he was rushing and sweating, which was saying a lot considering how hot he was in general. But that wasn't the point. The point was, the blue team lost the challenge, with Paul and surprisingly Jungkook not scoring well. Jimin did fine, and Chris ended up being the highest scorer on the blue team, but it didn't matter; the red team won.

That meant they earned another victory, and Y/n trembled as she threw on her cute floral blouse with flared leggings. She didn't care how anyone felt about the flared style; it fit her. Anything to make her legs look awesome.

To be fair, they always did, but still.

The rest of her team cheered and partied behind her in the bedroom. Even Seulgi joined in, and Y/n couldn't recall a time she had seen Seulgi smile like that. All things considered, she knew Seulgi "well" by that point. They had been dorming together for several weeks, and although there weren't many weeks left, Y/n had a feeling she'd get to know Seulgi more than some of her friends.

Those who survive Hell's Kitchen together stay together.

At least, Y/n hoped so. For Jimin, anyway. She liked Jimin. Yeah. He was pretty cool.

"Y/n, come on, we have a yacht waiting for us," Felicia said with a bounce in her voice. And a bounce in her general movement. She wore her iconic leopard jacket and jumped over to Y/n to pull her into the red team's group hug.

Y/n laughed and joined them, jumping around and feeling the excitement rise within her. Yeah, they were going on a yacht and getting the queen treatment: a tour of the coast, free drinks, and free gourmet food. Oh yeah, and Gordon would be joining them. He said to take the opportunity to ask him questions. Y/n had none. It didn't matter; she knew she'd end up staring at him and daydreaming anyway. She was unsure if the daydreaming would be about Gordon or Jimin, but meh, oh well.

The red team eventually got their shit together and went downstairs. Y/n saw Jimin in uniform in the blue kitchen. The producers liked it when the winning team went through the loser's kitchen. Added more drama and tension, according to them. But everyone there had been getting along pretty well. Of course, Y/n knew there'd be natural rivalry between the teams, but nothing aggressive. Markus was gone. No risks anymore.

"Hey, Mimi," Y/n said as she approached, and Jimin stopped peeling shrimp to crane his neck and give her wide eyes.

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me. If not, watch the show and hear the replay." Y/n nudged his side and grinned at him. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"Yeah," Jungkook said from across the station. Him and Paul stood there, looking appalled (haha, get it, cause the dude's name is Paul?). "Our sanity."

"Jungkook, to be fair, you don't have much of that," Jimin replied, and Jungkook scowled before going back to shrimp peeling. The blue team had to prep both kitchens for the upcoming service. Haha. Losers.

"Damn." Y/n whistled and then turned back to her husband. "You roasted his ass."

"Welp, someone's gotta do it. Dude's too cocky."

Jungkook flung him off but otherwise ignored him. Chris, who wasn't far from Jimin, laughed but quickly shut up when Jungkook glared at the poor dude.

"I agree, but I don't think I have time to chat. My team will leave without me."

"I'd never leave without you," Jimin said with an attempt at a wink that ended up crinkling his other eye, too. He cursed, and Y/n snorted.

"Thanks, Jimin. I'll see you tonight, when we kick your ass in service."

"Woah, okay, those are fighting words," Chris said with a laugh, humming to himself as he peeled his shrimp.

Jimin narrowed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, they are. You better put your money where your mouth is tonight, babe."

"Don't worry." Y/n winked. She managed to do it right. "I will. Bye, 'babe.'"

Y/n walked off and joined her giggling team. Gordon was nowhere in sight, so he was probably ready already. Diya welcomed Y/n with open arms, and together, the red team skipped out to the limo and took their drive to the coast. They strolled by countless beach patrons who made ooh and aah sounds as the contestants walked by with the camera crew capturing every second. The producers begged for some team fights, but no one caved.

They got on their private yacht that was as luxurious as it sounded. White and shiny, it was gigantic; the largest yacht Y/n had ever seen. Well, she had never seen any in real life. On TV, she meant.

And, of course, Gordon Ramsay was there in all his wrinkly glory. He stood on the wooden deck as the three staff taking care of them held champagne bottles, popping them. The camera crew got every second of the girls squealing and clapping, and everyone received a glass.

"To the red team, who have been kicking ass," Gordon said, lifting his glass, and the girls returned the gesture and drank. It was dry champagne, so Y/n scowled but drank it nonetheless.

She liked her alcohol the way she liked her women: fruity.

Y/n handed her glass off to Seulgi, who had already finished hers (in one go, no less), and Seulgi gladly took Y/n's and downed that one, too. Also in one go.

"We're going to have some lovely snacks and food for you, and you can take this opportunity to ask me any questions you may have," Gordon said, and Seulgi booked it to Ramsay to bombard him with questions while Yuna fiddled with her fingers and asked for another glass of champagne. Wow. Yuna had finished hers a minute after Seulgi finished two. Who knew Yuna would be a drinker.

"Guess Gordon's gonna be occupied for a while," Felicia said, wrapping her arm around Y/n. Diya skipped over and swung her arm over Y/n's other shoulder, and Y/n snorted at their antics.

"So we should find a seat?"

"Not like there's any shortage of those."

That much was true. There were at least eight chairs that looked more like mini sofas than anything. They had cushions and sturdy four legs to keep them upright, and they were too thin to be full sofas.

Y/n plopped down in the middle, overlooking the mini bar with a single bartender behind it who wiped down the mahogany counter. There was soft pop music playing; Ariana Grande, Y/n believed. One of her older songs: Into You. One Y/n had blasted in her car while driving to her shitty old chef job. Not anymore. That day, she listened to it while sipping champagne... or, no, since she had given that to Seulgi, but it was the thought that counted.

"So, Y/n," Felicia said, pausing to sip her half-full champagne. She made an ahh sound when she finished. "Want to tell us about the cutie you've been seeing?"

"Huh?" Y/n was about to further inquire, but she stiffened, and she felt her heart giggle like a toddler. "Oh, uh, you... mean Jimin?"

Diya poked Y/n's cheek. "You're warm."

"We're in California."

"You're still warm. Ooooh, I think Y/n's in loveeee." Diya squealed and bounced in her seat, and Y/n wanted to throw her off the yacht. But affectionately. Wait, could you throw someone affectionately? Y/n was about to test that.

"Shush. I'm not in love, but I do like him." Y/n shut up and stopped herself from saying more. Anything could dig her in a deeper hole. Though, there was no denying how she missed him, and despite loving hanging out with her team, she wished he was there. He'd love the champagne. He'd join Seulgi and Yuna in their champagne spree.

Speaking of, Yuna got an extra glass of champagne and took it over to Seulgi to occupy Gordon's time. That gave Y/n, Felicia, and Diya some time to chat. Y/n wasn't sure if she liked being stuck with the cupids, though. She guessed it wasn't "stuck" since the camera crew captured every second, but still.

They had grown accustomed to the crew. Every moment was recorded. That meant stay presentable twenty-four-seven. Until Hell's Kitchen was over, anyway. First thing Y/n was gonna do when she returned home was stuff her face full of ice cream and watch a shitty reality show for ten hours straight.

And maybe text Jimin.

"Well, at least you're not in denial about liking him, cause, honey, that shit's obvious," Felicia said with a chuckle. "But I think you're in love love, girl."

"Maybe someday, but I've known him for a few weeks-"

"Save it," Diya interrupted. "That's a high school mentality. You don't need to know someone for half your life to love them. You don't need to do the whole friends first and see where it goes from there. You can, if you want, but we're grown ass adults. Love can form in seconds. If you can look at a puppy and decide you love it after just glancing at it, why can't you decide if you love a human or not just by looking at one?"

"Humans can talk. Dogs can't. And dogs don't break your heart and betray you," Y/n said, and Diya blew a raspberry.

"I'm being metaphorical. You don't need to sit around and let time decide if you love someone or not. Love someone because you love them, not because they fit all your mental boxes. So if you love them now, you love them now. Time only decides if you keep loving them."

Y/n stared at her legs and fell into her thoughts for a moment. Diya had a point: time was a construct, and it was an illusion that you needed to know someone your entire life to love them. Y/n still wouldn't say she loved Jimin, mostly due to the fact that they had met during a competition and hadn't had a chance to talk outside of it yet, but she knew she would. He was like a puppy: small, cute, and lovable.

"Ooooh, I think she's listening. High five, Diya!"

Felicia and Diya high-fived, and Y/n laughed and couldn't disagree with the two squealing girls. They drank their champagne and kept teasing and teasing Y/n about loving Jimin, and despite all of their teasing, she didn't deny it and instead brushed it off.

Because deep down she knew every day her feelings for Jimin grew.

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