Out running karma (Jimin X BTS)

chapter 29

Jimin released a bored sigh, batting his eyes to push away drowsiness. He had been reading a book from past hours and it sucked him in so much that his bookmark was proudly standing between the second last and last page.

It was too good for his poor mind. Even with red tired eyes, his hands aced to flip the last paragraph and find the culprit. 

Now the piece of literature was lying on the table next to him, waiting for a particular someone to reveal its veil and curl its crinkly yellow pages. But that someone was strictly prohibited to drag his eyes over screen or pages by none other than Dr. Yixing. 

Speaking of him, Dr. Minseok and Yixing had almost secured themselves a personal hospital bed while confronting Jimin about Mr. Kim's visit. Their hyperventilation was more than those of asthma patients. 

Of course that wouldn't have happened if Chanyeol was there. He knew how to deal and confront people but they were new to that. All they had done was ripping open someone's body and fixing it. Aftercare was never their work.  It was obvious that they couldn't think of a proper way to inform Jimin. Moreover, that panic attack (as well Chanyeol's threats) had compelled them to think that the patient was some delicate Jasmine flower and needed to be handled with care.

Jimin couldn't help but snicker at the memory. They looked like deer caught on camera. Well, more like a cat and a sheep caught in camera cause their looks resembled that.

"Ummm…. Can I come in?" 

"No." 

Chanyeol pouted and opened the door wider, playfully glaring at the patient. Behind him, was a tall elderly man, somewhere in his forties. He had a broad build with wide shoulders, his lofty frame wrapped by a sleek black blazer and jeans. Wide eyes, chiseled jaw, lips pulled up between a smile and silence…..

"Ummm…. This is Mr. Kim. The one who saved you from…. Argh…." 

The old man cut him off. "It was my son not me." He corrected.

"Yeah!" The psychiatrist couldn't do anything but rub his nape. Eyes carefully examining his patient's reaction.

Jimin smiled before gesturing his hand out. "I'm Jimin. Nice to meet you sir and thank you for...Ummmm.……" 

"Well, nice to meet you too and I prefer to drop this courtesy cause it's boring and most importantly, don't feel like you owe me something. Be all Frank and goofy. I don't mind." For a mere minute, Jimin's jaw was hanging down after the old man rambled all that without break. That person could be a rapper, for sure. 

Jimin's pov:-

When I first heard about him, I had expected him to be some modest sophisticated old man simply because my mom didn't like the way my dad acted, cheerful and funny. 

She would often burst upon him whenever he played with me or sang karaoke with my friends. In her point of view, a man should always be tough and depict lessons of discipline in his family. 

I never liked that idea. It felt as if we were trainees and he was our army general. No family can bloom in that rigidity. When she pressured dad too much to maintain his behaviour, he was compelled to act tough but he never succeeded and I'm glad that he didn't.

Now seeing this man in front of me makes me question my tactics. He may look tough but that humbleness and concern laced voice with that chill attitude bubbles a different ease in his aura. 

He retorted his hand back in his pocket and chuckled when I didn't. Me and my dumb lost self. -_-

A wave of embarrassment flushed me when he started chuckling. "It's okay kid, that happens with me very often."