Erroneous [Vminkook]

82: Cheers Like A Thunder

Classical music caresses the air in elegant swirls, filling the old fashioned scenery with a delicacy than how it usually does. It draws in the environment for everyone attending to look their best, their absolute best.

Perfect.

Everything looks perfect.

Jimin enters the dining room first; dressed in a sparkling black tux and his blonde hair groomed back, away from his face. The security guards and the maids in the room bows at him, making him send a small smile to them in return as he bows back.

Everyone here respects him, probably even like him more than anyone else besides Karma by how tender he is with the workers. He knows how it feels like to be in their shoes, and he always treats them like everyone else equally.

The amount of times he has sat down with them in the kitchen or their dormitory connected to the mansion has been plenty; hearing their stories of their life here working for Karma or their lives before working there.

They grew a bond with him, and he has with them as well.

So they feel a sense of pride and happiness as they see him dressed up all nice, not in the conditions he was once was in the past that he described; He looks.... Happy.

The classy looking man sits down on the chair, moving his eyes around room with a small smile as he waits.

Moments later did Jungkook arrive. The black suit hugs his body perfectly with a black turtle neck under his blaze and his raven hair also brushed to the side and away from his face. He bows at the maids and security guards and sits beside Jimin, giving him a tender smile in return.

"Did you wait long?"

"Nope," Jimin chirps and checks his watch, right when Jungkook pecks his cheek, "You are 10 seconds late."

Jungkook snorts to this and interlaces their hands from under the table, "And you are a perfectionist."

Just then Seokjin and Lucas enters, Lucas sitting across Jungkook and Jimin beside the end of the table while keeping an empty chair near the head chair at the end. While Seokjin sits at the other end of the table, meant for the Kim cousins.

"Sorry we're late," Seokjin sighs, "Had to drag Lucas."

Jungkook snickers lowly, noticing the evident hickey that's clearly trying to be hidden underneath the collar of his shirt and make up, so he drinks his water instead, "Guess Jimin isn't the only perfectionist here."

"Tell me about it," Lucas mutter, earning a daggering glare from Seokjin, who only sends him a wink in return.

Then Namjoon comes in. He also bows at the maids and takes a seat beside Lucas, "Has Karma came yet?"

Jimin fights back the urge to look at his direction, so Lucas spoke for him, "Not yet-"

At that moment entered the king. The man strolls into the room with a satin red silk robe, dragging behind his body. A silk black button up shirt, dressed pants and shoes. His now whirly black hair is in perfect waves on his face, making his golden skin outstanding much more with the dark colors on him.

He sits on the thrown like chair at the end of the table.

Everyone then stands up for what followed on this formal meal.

"Kim Namjoon, present," Namjoon says with a bow and then sits down.

"Lucas Wong, present,"

"Kim Seokjin, present."

"Park Jimin, present,"

"Jeon Jungkook, present,"

Taehyung moves his eyes over them as they introduced themselves with a bow and sit down in their seats, a stern look on his face, "Kim Taehyung, present."