Out running karma (Jimin X BTS)

chapter 31

Jimin winced slightly, fingers protecting his poor ears from the hurricane of violent sound floating around the cafe. It was the day to meet Chanyeol's friends. Not even 15 hours ago, he had enthusiastically jumped around at the thought of mingling but now, dragging himself through the overly crowded cherpy cafe, the only thing he wanted to do was to fly back to his bed and cover himself with sheets like a burrito. 

A slight relief was there in the fact that they were Chanyeol's friends. There must be at least some feature which they might share but the annoying crowd wouldn't let him sigh with peace.

He quietly followed the taller, unconsciously tugging on the Crystal bracelet he had received from Mr. Kim's son; an action which was sure to be a habit later.

Speaking of Mr. Kim, he remembered reading that the cafe they were in was an offshoot of The Eternal. So, there was a chance to find the elder man munching French fries somewhere. After all, he was teen caught up in an adult's frame.

"There." Chanyeol waved at the huge empty table. It was the biggest one in the room. With a last worried glance across the cafe, he lazily slammed his butt on the chair. 

"What's wrong jiminie? Wanna go back? We can if you want to. They aren't that important." The taller inquired, brushing off splints of raven bangs from Jimin's forehead.

The smaller gave a weak response of no before diverting himself with other things. He was chugging down water in huge gulps, mind unfortunately anxious about his meeting.

What if they turned out to be bad? What if they are like those guys who are hurting that pup? What if they are those who go on night stands and do all that filthy things? What if They-

"Jimin." He snapped out of his thoughts and blinked at his psychiatrist. 

"I know you aren't okay. Please leave thar bottle, you'll hurt yourself." Oh then he realised his dangerous grip on the thing. His while palm had turned pale.

Chanyeol snatched it from his hand and walloped them in his own before speaking.

"Don't worry, they are all nice. Here, let me give some description." He clasped his hands together, flashing a wide grin which could fit a whole ass banana horizontally in his mouth.

Jimin's ear perked up as the latter started elaborating.

"So let's start with the oldest to the youngest. The eldest  among us is Minseok hyung. You know him already so I'll move to another one. The second eldest is Junmyeon hyung- a walking ATM, our sugar mommy, always stressed and the ambassador of dad jokes.

Next to him is Yixing hyung. After him, the fourth eldest is Baekhun. Him and I are almost of the same age. He is a drama queen, can't stop babbling, makes a lots of 

 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) face and has a 24/7 perverted mind. 

Then, we have Jongdae. Another loud bitch. Definitely not a person to share secrets with, he'll blackmail you later. Angel one second, evil another second. Drinks mic instead of water.

Then we have Kyungsoo- wait- I have a lot to babble about him so let's keep this one for later. 

Then comes our maknae line- sehun and Kai. Sehun is younger by a month. He is that one triangular dude with Pacific ocean sized shoulder, poker faced brat, respects us once in a blue moon.

Kai is five seconds of stripper, surprisingly very shy, a bit jealous of sehun and has a real name only some privileged people are allowed to call out." 

Jimin couldn't help but nod at the mouthful of statements as he saw a small dark figure approaching the latter from behind. Face covered with a thick mask and long hood, slightly bare neck proudly showing off perfectly carved collar none.