Out running karma (Jimin X BTS)

chapter 26

The brown haired man was eagerly stuffing all his files and study materials in his black leather bag. Hands moving at an inhuman pace as the eagerness to reach home to release the breath of relief clouded his mind. He wanted nothing but an hour of good sleep. 

While fumbling from files to files, his slender fingers landed on a particular purple coloured folder. A smile danced all the way on his lips as he read the name over it. 

'Park Jimin'

It had been exactly two weeks since the day Jimin got discharged. In a short span of time Chanyoel's mind had created a special place for the teen in his heart. That kid was just amazing. Besides the beginning days when he was a bit depressed, the rest of his personality was filled with joy and playfulness. Together, they had spent a beautiful time in the hospital. Everyday, Chanyeol would play guitar for him and other bored patients. Yixing, Minseok would often join them to play witty games. 

The whole hospital was elated. With Jimin, every tiring work seemed like a matter of seconds. The two doctors had taken responsibility to look after him while Chanyeol was doing all the things which could lift up his mood. As if, he was a magnet and the others, iron. 

When Chanyeol had seen him for the first time he didn't expect the boy to be so bubbly. Unfortunately when Jimin got discharged, he wasn't there to bid goodbye. 

To his surprise, Ms. Ross wasn't his mom. It was someone else. Later that day he cursed himself for being so dumb. 

"Of Course, how could Ms. Ross be mother of 'Park Jimin."

With a last glance at the file he rose up from his chair and swung the bag over his shoulder. Standing in front of the door, he was about to open it When-

Bang!

"Chanyeol!!" The short man with cat eyes shouted, releasing heavy puffs of air due to the sprint he had just taken. 

"Chanyeol?" He looked around but there was no clue of the younger. 

"Chanyeol, come out! It's urgent!"

"I-I am h-here." A weak voice replied from behind the door. The wooden plank shifted revealing a teary Chanyeol who was glued to the wall like a spider with a red nose.

"Oh! I'm so sorry." Minseok pulled him from the awkward position. "But you need to hurry, Jimin-"

"Is Jimin here!" The taller one shouted , completely forgetting a pain in his nose. "What happened to him? Is he injured? Is there anything serious? Please don't tell me my dumb brother did something shitty again."

"Let me speak Yeol!" The older interrupted. "Jimin, he just came here, the injuries seem like he has been through torture. Dr. Zang is currently treating him but he is asking for you-"

He didn't get to complete his sentence as the younger was already dashing through the corridors even though he didn't know which room Jimin was in.

Finally, he spotted a group of some familiar men standing near a large metal door. Chanyoel's little sprint came to halt as he stood there panting with both palms on his knees. 

"Jimin. Where is Jimin?" 

"So, that boy's name is Jimin?" A rusty voice asked. The taller looked up to see a huge man probably in his forties standing there with a worried painted face.

He nodded, standing straight. " May I know how you are related to him?"

The man bit his tongue, worriedly looking at the door. "Well, my girlfrie- fiancè had a son whom she had hidden from me. Today when I went to her place, my son found him in the room below the staircase. And so I brought him here."