Oppa. [bxb]

Chapter Eight.

E I G H T.
▷ PARK JIMIN.
FIN.

Jimins head spun furiously after the event that had just took place mer minutes before. You'd think at this point in time the fairly dependent twenty-three year old would at least be able to to compose himself and quickly wrap his mind around the unfortunate situation.

The unfortunate situation also popularly known as Park Jimin's life.

But apparently not, as it still managed to leave him to be just as dumbfounded and completely flustered as to what had occurred. The flustered boy stood frozenly, staring wide-eyed towards the light oak doorway entrance of the Café of where his overly sexy attacker had just exited from.

Jimin groaned lowly in his throat.

No. Not sexy!

Jimin mentally slapped himself foolishly, actually debating on whether to physically do so, but quickly put aside the idea. He suddenly wasn't too fond of the idea of someone entering the Café on him and witnessing him as a complete loon and most likely losing a potential costumer.

Seokjin would surely have Mini Min, also popularly known as Jimins dick, chopped the hell off for causing the 'sudden downfall' of his cafe, as Seokjin liked to put it.

And that wasn't on Jimins to-do list before death.

Nope. Not at all.

Jimin grimaced at the thought in fright, scrunching his nose along with the clear horrifying image of the possible situation featuring Seokjin.

Now, that wouldn't be cute in the slightest.

Out of the few specific things Jimin had learned from being mutuals with the overly sarcastic, pink obsessed man for so many years, was no one in their right mind attempted to mess with Kim Seokjin. Well, only if they knew what was good for them at least.

Although Seokjins threats were normally lighthearted. Not that they seemed so to just anyone who didn't personally know the older. But still, anyone who knew Seokjin personally, knew he was willing to slap a bitch in a millisecond if they got on his bad side, but at the end of the day he was secretly a very softhearted male that was as soft as a bunny.

Not that he ever care to admit, though.

Jimin sighed surly once again, wiping away the sweat that had begun to form on his upper dark brow, while he dragged his tanned hands on his thighs unknowingly as his mind couldn't help but travel back to the situation, featuring a overly grumpy, yet very attractive older male.