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title: satsuma (m) | ⟶ teaser and taglist enclosed.
pairing: iron chef!yoongi x challenger!reader
rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; iron chef au , enemies to lovers
summary: this particular culinary prodigy has always bested you—time, and time, and time again. but not today. today? you will break him. you will finally beat min yoongi—the bane of your existence and the youngest ever iron chef.
warnings: none in teaser other than a cocky ass long-haired demon, full list posted on drop day!
note: what started as a "what the hell, sure" fic ended up in a collab with my dear friends! this may be niche as hell, but it’s ok. i’m having fun with it, so i hope you will too if you take a bite :D
note 2: this is part of the in bloom collab, and you'll want to peep the masterlist because the talent there is immense!
est. word count: 20k+… lol 🔪
est. drop date: april 22nd, 2025 (finallyyy)
“So.”
Your eyes meet his.
Burning.
“Finally gonna try this again, huh.”
“I’m standing right here, aren’t I,” you seethe, still squeezing determined fingers around a hand you love to hate. A precious hand responsible for making countless dishes revered around the globe.
If only the man attached to it remained just as wordless.
“Took you long enough.”
Because he is still an asshole.
But you can deal with people like him. You’ve beaten many men just as insufferable, and his taunts aren’t gonna snap you this time.
Well. That’s halfway true.
All the ones you’ve bested aren’t exactly culinary titans.
But your losing streak to Min Yoongi—world-renowned cook, international heart-throb, the youngest Iron Chef—ends today.
It has to.
With a tiny hum and a smile, you parry, “Businesses needed some focus, but. What do you know.”
And your heart annoyingly skips when he offers a cocky curve in return. As he speaks, you feel nothing but the heat of a thousand flames,
“Maybe you should focus on me instead of excuses.”
It fucking has to.
“Sorry to interrupt the, uhh, sizzle already,” the Chairman bellows, prompting stadium laughs to reach your ears. While you slice him with your glare, he continues with a mischievous glint, “But chefs, head to your stations and we shall begin!”
Finally.
This is it.
With a head tilt, you give Yoongi’s lethal veins a final squeeze,
“This is where you lose, Min.”
“You’ll regret picking me, princess.”
Damn him.
Breath short, you inhale as you clasp hands at your back, joining your team in your half of the arena—the winning half, the winning half, the half that will win.
As the Chairman yells through his enthusiastic spiel, you steal glances at your opponent, tsking to yourself when he doesn’t offer a single look in return.
“For today, I have chosen something that represents the coming of the new season…”
So resolute. So focused. Immovable as always.
“We unveil the secret ingredient…”
You will break him. After all these years, you will best him here.
“Our theme is…”
As the cloth whips off the elevating table, your face falters when you see nothing but a pile of beautiful, vivid, frustratingly recognizable fruits.
“Satsuma!”
…Fuck.
What the fuck?
Could it have been anything but that?
Shaken by the reveal and studio-prompted applause, you flick your gaze to Yoongi one more time.
Only to see his jaw slide with what you can only imagine are the same feelings.
Shit, shit, damn. Of all the predetermined choices to choose from, of course the committee picks the one that—
“Allez cuisine!”
Fuck, focus! No dwelling. You cannot mess up again and you already used up precious time caught in the past.
Hustling to the table, you and your sous chefs start piling orange globes into metal pans and woven baskets.
Think, think, think. What are you making. What is the gameplan. Satsuma? Fuck, you were just hoping that wasn’t the chosen food so you gave it the least amount of thought! Amateur!
Swinging your head, you belt out orders to compete with the cheers and announcer-host talk. The atmosphere has erupted all at once, but you will not let it get to you again. Not now not now not this time.
“Amaury, get the stations prepp—”
“Yes, chef!”
“Nina, the stock needs—”
“On it, chef.”
“Jin, start with the prep on the—”
Shit that was not Yoongi’s hand you just touched.
As you react, you see him already staring, brow cocked and team quietly systematic around his calm shoulders. You can’t even think about how experienced they look before—
“Tough,” he apologizes with zero sincerity. “But you can’t have me for this one.”
You move to snatch a fruit instead of his fingers. “Good,” you bite back. “You’d only screw me.”
To your annoyance, Yoongi only smirks, the tiniest sliver of teeth cutting you deep.
“Chef.”
You swing your head back around to regard one of your assistants. “Yes.”
“We’re ready.”
Fast. Prompt. Orderly as usual.
If everyone’s on their game, you need to get there, too. “Yes, chef. Let’s start.”
As your handsome sous locks into stride, you expel a determined breath.
You will break Min Yoongi tonight. That’s always been the plan.
But now you have to see it through with the ingredient that tore you apart in the first place.
“Fucking mandarins,” you grit as you gather two more, hating how you’re—
“I know.”
What?
Why is Yoongi still here? Did you really hear him correctly or was that a figment of the past coming back to haunt you?
Stunned, you regard his expression for a set of seconds, not expecting a reaction at all.
He remembers just as well as you do, it seems. And wasted his own set of seconds to let you know that.
It’s so jarring that you barely get the words out, and you would like to think they sounded as strong as you intended,
“Well.. good luck.”
They definitely did not.
But you break away as soon as you can, situating a burdensome, citrus-loaded pan on your hip with recipes stirring in your—
“You, too.”
Turning, you wonder many things at once. Like if they have ever aired an Iron Chef in which the contestants spend this long at the ingredients table. Or why the hell Yoongi’s being so… Civil.
When you nod, he levels his stare.
And after a moment that lasts three, you both finally part—heavy strides blazing trails on opposite sides of Kitchen Stadium.
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tbc :)
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a/n: ALLEZ CUISINE! don't let this teaser fool you.. still (or not still?) water runs deep! there's gonna be a lot of build up and tension and drama and multiple(!!!) juicy scenes, so get your utensils and napkins ready because we are eatingggg
a/n 2: check out the in bloom collaboration and make sure to give all the authors and stories some love!
other links: masterlist | permanent taglist (i check each entry so have your age displayed somewhere in your profile!)
“An earthenware vase with an ovoid body painted with a fantasy scene of insects, lizards, and frogs in the guise of a daimyo procession. A stag beetle leading the procession, followed by lizards, mantis, a butterfly, a caterpillar, a beetle, wasps, a snail on a leaf palanquin, a tethered frog, a cicada, a spider, and bees carrying a nest, numerous ants dragging a fish-head in the rear. The neck and base are painted with flowers and the foot with a geometric flower-head border. The tradition of caricaturing human activities by substituting insects, amphibians, and other animals has a very long history in Japan, the most famous example being the Choju giga (Humorous Pictures of Birds and Beasts), a set of thirteenth-century picture scrolls.” From art UK
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