Out running karma (Jimin X BTS)

chapter 28

(A/n) Hola! Guess, it's been long, isn't it? Sorry for that.     :(
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"I can't believe that bitch tried to sell him. How can someone do that to her own son?" 

"Calm down Yeol. Whatever happened is past now. You need to focus on Jimin. He might be up at any moment." 

The said man released an inaudible squirm as a wave of consciousness slowly crept in his veins. Something was stinging his arm, something painful. He grunted and proceeded to turn sideways but that caused another chain of whispers to escape from his mouth.

"Wait. It seems like he's up." 

The cat eyed man hurried towards bed, getting ready with a glass of water, saline solutions and other necessities. 

Jimin's eyes cracked up only to squint down as the excessive glimmering blasted his vision. He heard something shuffling and a very familiar voice making wild exclamations to Minseok. 

"Omo. Omo. Hyung, he is awake. Tell me how to greet him. Should I say hi or hello? Have you checked the heart monitor? Is everything okay? Are my eyebrows perfectly shaped or not?" 

Jimin would have chuckled at Chanyeol if it wasn't for that crusty dehydrated layer clouding his throat. How long had he been sleeping? 

"Mmhh…" his lips moved in a cohesive manner. The hospital light was wildly glazing his eyelids, flashing a bright caramel hue in his closed eyes. 

He felt a strong grip on his arms before getting gently pulled up in a sitting position. The heel of his hands immediately went to rub his eyes, a small pout grimacing his face. 

He heard someone chuckle. It was Dr. Minseok. "Hold up kid. I'mma turn these lights off." 

Eventually he pulled his lashes up, staring at the men in white through his wide chocolate orbs. A strange tingle bubbled in his gut. 

How did I get here?

Had he not been thrown in that cabinet with his limbs tied up? Had he not been left all alone in the dark? Where was the person he was forced to call his mom? Where were those people who had inspected him like some cheap wine before bidding money on him? 

The more it rambled his mind the more he got convinced that it all was just a nightmare nothing else.  But then again, that strange itching in wrists, those bandages and plasters wrapped around the rashes caused by ropes depicted that it was true. It had happened.

He couldn't see Chanyeol's comforting smile through his glassy eyes. All he was left with was an irritating warmth in eyes and an anonymous voice slashing through his brain. 

He could see that there were people around him. Someone whom he could trust upon. He knew Chanyeol was there. But the numbness blocked him away from his world. As if, someone else was controlling him. 

The psychiatrist was fully aware of Jimin's condition. The boy was having a panel attack. Without uttering a word he slowly, gradually proceeded to take a hold of Jimin's hands so that the smaller doesn't flinch away. 

A small puff of breath escaped Jimin's lips as he focused his gaze on the large hands which drew circles on his smaller one. 

With each circle he was commanded to take steady breaths. Not much sooner, he found himself closing his eyes again with a smooth sensation of honey voice sending waves of tranquil to his heart. 

It was strange. Usually his panic attack wouldn't stop until he banged his head on something or passed out completely but there was that man…… that stupid man with fluffy brown curls and adorable dimples. With a cute smile and honey voice who holded the ability to drag him out of that state by just a touch.