Once Jimin went inside the Airport and disappeared behind the walls, Jungkook called his drivers. The car was brought back home. His flight to Paris was in the next two hours so he waited in the parking before going in and finally entered the airport, towards boarding after all formalities.

It has been very long since he travelled via Airplane or any other mode in general. With the authority he possesses he doesn't require to go anywhere to get his work done and he prefers this way now. 

Just when he entered the gates he saw someone looking like Jimin. His heart jumped up to his throat as he hid behind the elevator. 

//WTF! I am dead meat now if that's Jimin.// 

He slyly peeked and away, he knew that the man in fact was Jimin. He quickly turned and ran for his dear life. He went to enquire about any it and got to know that there was flight cancellation and the passengers from the previous flight will take the next one.

//I think I need to wait and take the next flight.//

Jungkook bought the next flight ticket and waited in the VIP lounge. It was three in the morning when boarding started for the earlier flight to Paris. Suddenly Jungkook thought that he is in business VIP class, Jimin will not see him there as the boarding was almost done. He could easily board without being noticed. He stood up and stretched his arms. 

Before they started announcing his name he now just needed to be there. Picking up some strength he lifted his mask up to his nose to cover his face and as usual carried a black bucket hat. He ran.

He was correct indeed! There were just three more people in VIP class when he finally boarded the plane.

*Jimin's POV*

I reached in time only to get the bad news dropped on me. I couldn't miss my chance. I can't. I have to be there. In few hours the competition starts. I should have thought this through. I should have gotten an earlier ticket. 

Staff was wearing a Christmas scarf on their necks. The lady on the counter was sitting in a red trench coat. I went to her and asked her if she can give me the next flight. She looked to me an angel in disguise. Even though the Airline was different she did not take extra money from me and gave me a ticket for the next flight which will bring me to my destination on time.

I came back to the boarding gate and waited. I got up to buy coffee to help me sleep and then I saw someone who looked just like Jungkook to me. It could not be. I turned to get my bag from the seat where I sat and thought to walk over to check but he was gone so I just sat there, reading a book on my device, sipping coffee.

I facepalmed myself after I finished few chapters for thinking Jungkook was here. He kept grazing my mind.

He is a good man. He is always so respectful towards people. A kind man. He is so good looking. I almost cannot control myself around him, the struggle of not showing it to my face is real. His voice has a calming effect on me. 

A person who has seen any sort of tussle in life will always be good towards others and Jungkook was living proof of that.

I smiled when I realized I was just staring at the ceiling above me and just listing down the qualities in Jungkook when the announcement was made for boarding. I stole a quick glance around me for some reason and then boarded the flight crossing my fingers, off to my dream.

**

Jimin found himself standing in Hell's kitchen with a black apron and a hat. There were families that had come with participants cheering for them from the sidelines which made Jimin feel a little dejected but he composed himself, this was not the time to be gloomy.

The first task given was to prepare something very common but with a twist of adding one unusual ingredient. They were given seven minutes to think and to collect the ingredients from the pantry. 

As the ticking started, Jimin had already decided what he had to make. He calmly sighed and then moved to the pantry where people were flocking over the counters. Silently he picked and counted everything he needed and came back to his cooking station. 

He started with the preparation of Spaghetti Aglio é olio with fish. The time allotted was just thirty minutes. He simultaneously cooked Pasta and fish in two separate pans.

Chefs started making the rounds and asking about what and how they were cooking. Most people were panicking due to multitasking but all those years on the street have made Jimin prepared for this day to be accurate.

The time was over and one by one each participant presented their dishes to the judges and explained. A girl caught Jimin's eyes who he thought has something interesting going on. She had prepared Japanese fritters using eggs instead of vegetables. 

"Please explain your dish." The three judges smiled at Jimin who flashed them an endearing one too.  

"Simple, yet celestially divine, this Spaghetti Aglio é olio will surely take your tongue on a gastronomic sojourn through the countryside of Capri. I used basil and cherry tomatoes, a regular extra virgin olive oil with Tuna fish."

"It looks perfect as per the theme of what we wanted. Do you think there will be something missing in this though?" One of the judges asks.

"A glass of red by the side." Jimin replies confidently causing a fit of laughter to emerge from each corner of room.

Judges asked everyone to wait on their cooking counters as five grey aprons were brought for winners who will proceed to the next round. 

**

Jimin was back at his hotel as arranged by the competition sponsors. It was a decent stay. His room had a large pane window with a view of city heritage, a comfy spring mattress double bed, a big wooden wardrobe where hung his grey apron he kept gawking at.

Eiffel Tower was not far and he decided to go there tomorrow after he finishes the second round. He felt positive. After years his heart was finally excited and his mind was sure that he will achieve something. He was finally ready. Even if he did not win tomorrow he would still enjoy his time here. Who knows when will destiny bring him back to Paris?

He wanted to share the news with someone. He thought of calling Yoongi or Jungkook but because of the different time zones, he decided to not call his best friend. He dials Jungkook.

Hello Jungkook. How are you?

I am good. How are you? How was it? Did you win?

Yes Jungkook, Slow down. I am good and I did.

Oh! I am so happy for you. I knew you would win. You are fiercely talented. 

Trying to flatter me?

Is it working?

No.

Then no. I am not flattering you. I am just stating the facts. What next now?

Jimin laughs. He could see clear zeal exuding from Jungkook's voice. He indeed was happy for Jimin.

There is second round tomorrow and third round two days after.

Oh! Meaning you will be free the day after?

Yeah. Kind of.

What are you planning to do?

I was thinking of going to the Eiffel tower and just wander around. Eat. Treat me. Simple things.

Okay. How about a horse ride?

What?

"Yeah! A horse ride." Jimin knew that it was on his bucket list.

Do you know where?

"I know a place. I can give you the details. You can go riding and then maybe a good spa after that. Your muscles will need it." Jungkook says in an alarming tone.

Sure. Send me details. I will go.

Perfect. I will.

Okay. Good night. Take care of yourself, Prince.

You take care of yourself and for the last time. I am not delicate.

If you say so. Sweet dreams!

**

Sorry if the Spaghetti combination was weird for you. I do eat weird things. What's your ultimate favorite food?

Next update tomorrow, as promised!