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Seokjin ~ Food Wars AU

if jin's the main chef of the boys, then we gotta feature my favorite anime ✌️

ps, I spent forever making this edit! And by that, I mean I spent 10 seconds slapping a snapchat filter on a pic I found on the internet; go friend me on Snapchat @black_rose5856 and while you're at it, follow me on Insta @hey_its_k.k and Twitter @h3ykaykay
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p.s.s. we got a lemon story coming up 😉

Y/n POV:

"C'est magnifique! A-plus!" Chapelle-sensei says.

"All right!" I high-five my best friend Megumi as I make my way back to my station to start my cleanup. I'm stopped in my tracks by another person.

"Watch where you're going, l/n," says my nemesis. Kim Seokjin. I can't decide what's more annoying: his whole "I'm so hot and I'm the greatest thing since cheese fries" attitude or how he always has to show me up. It's infuriating.

I breathe in the scent of his dish, the herbs tickling my nose...as well as an unfamiliar flavor. "There shouldn't be soy sauce anywhere in hachis Parmentier (1)," I say.

He scoffs, elbowing me out of the way and presenting his dish to Chapelle-sensei. "Hachis Parmentier...Korean style." He shoots me a look and I ignore him.

"This is French cuisine class, not Korean," I mutter, sinking into my seat.

"You're going to trash talk fusion cuisine? Sacrilege!" comes Takumi's voice from behind me.

"Oh, no, yours is good, Takumi. Worldwide Handsome over there seems to want to make everything with a Korean spin," I clarify. "At least you still have respect for the original cuisine and don't try playing fusion cards whenever you feel like it."

He cocks his head in understanding. "Fair point. Besides, I'm better looking than him anyway."

"I don't know about that, Takumi. Seokjin's pretty cute," Megumi says, staring at Seokjin. I snap my fingers in her face and she goes back to normal. "Thank you."

"C'est magnifique!" Chapelle-sensei says, blowing a chef's kiss. "A for you, Kim Seokjin!"

"Unbelievable," I snap.

Seokjin stops at my station as he heads back to his own station. "What were you saying about soy sauce not being in hachis Parmentier?" He leans in and smirks. "It's okay, hot stuff. I know you like me."

"Get bent."

"See you later, gorgeous." He flashes his eyebrows and blows me a kiss before leaving.

"If only I had something on him," I complain.

"Why would—ohhhh. You want to challenge him to a Shokugeki," Takumi says. "But those have to have equal stakes."

"Right." Back to square one.

Megumi raises her hand tentatively. "I have an idea. I don't think you're gonna like it." She shares her idea.

"You're right. I don't like it." I smile, but my smile quickly fades. "I hate it. There is no way I'd risk that."

"Well, it's not a bad idea," Takumi says.

"Besides, who said he'd even go for it?" I mention.

"Trust me, he would. He's too much of a peacock," Takumi says.

"And he is kind of cute. You might actually enjoy it," Megumi says. I give her a look. "Okay, so maybe he's not that good looking."

I sigh, tilting my head back. "If this doesn't go well, you guys are going to owe me big time."