Rated J for mentions of joint. Rated B for mentions of beatings. Rated L because lame.
Jimin scrunches his face in annoyance while mumbling to himself in between why it should be now that he needs to pee and it's such a waste because the food and view in the cafeteria is just so good; occasionally tripping on his own feet as he runs back to their building, turning a corner where the men's restroom in the first floor is.
He keeps scolding himself in his head because when he finally managed to squeeze a small smile from Min Yoongi after cracking a lame joke (that was really bad you don't wanna hear it), that's when his bladder decides to kicks in and ruin the moment. It's fairly embarrassing, too, to tell the other boys he has to pee right over their cafeteria table, especially because there's Yoongi beside him.
Jimin almost purrs when he finally sees the comfort room few meters in front of him. The normal thing to do is to push the door open and stand in front of the cubicle, zip your fly open and pee. But then, he thinks he should have knocked first because the moment he set a foot in the comfort room, a disgusting smoke of something makes its way to fill his nose. He accidentally inhaled sharply, choking in the smoke and right hand fanning the cloudy smoke fogging his vision.
"What the hell?" he coughs, scrunching his nose because he can almost taste the smoke on his tongue.
That's when he noticed the three bloodshot eyes nailed on him, blank and lifeless. Three colorful-haired boys are crouching down the floor in front of the sink, one of them - blue haired - halfway rolling a new joint laying boastfully at the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. The huge white-haired boy in the middle was looking up at him with piercing black orbs, necktie loosely hanging on his collar like the cliché bad boy and lit joint - that creates the smoke - lazily hanging in between his lips.
Jimin visibly froze in his spot, wide eyes trained on the buzzed students in his front.
He swallowed harshly, trying to wet the sudden dryness in his throat, eyes averting to look over everywhere but the boys. "Uh..." he chokes out, face alarmingly turning to an unhealthy color of gray, "I-I don't see anything. Bye." He immediately added, hastily turning on his heel to reach for the door.
But one of the buzzed boys, the redhead, is fast enough to stop him on his track. Flinching when the doorknob slipped from his grasp and soon followed by a loud shut of the door as soon as he got to pull it open an inch.
Escape attempt, failed. Damn.
"Where do you think you're going, little boy?" The redhead asked, malicious smirk creeping up his lips.
Jimin stumbled a step back to create a decent distance in between them, almost falling on his butt when he tripped on his own shoes.
"Out?" he dumbly stutter, voice cracking at the single word in extreme nervousness, "I mean, I-I don't want to disturb your business." He awkwardly laughs, but the sound immediately died down when he realized no one is laughing with him. Obviously, the other boys don't buy it.
"Why going out if you can join us here?"
Jimin crane his neck to see the other two boys still crouching behind him. It's the blue-haired boy that talks, finishing his work with well experienced hands, sleepy eyes darting towards him.
And if it's even still possible, Jimin thinks his face drained its color again.
"Uh, thanks but I have my classes."
"Same with us." The blue-haired says not missing a bit, smiling lazily at his masterpiece. "Come on, just this one."
Jimin tries to reason again but his own yelp cuts him in mid-sentence when he felt cold long fingers circled around his wrist firmly and harshly dragged him away from the door and towards the other two boys. It's the redhead that tugs him down to sit on the floor with them.
