Little Kitten (jikook)

Loss

The weekend was over and Jimin went to university the first time. He was nervous but a good kind.
Until lunch he had made two new friends. Vernon, 21, a half Korean, half American, who after travelling for one year and then studying for a year, something technical, Jimin forgot already, the half Korean changed into medicine. He had brown, rather long hair, that fell in soft curves around his ears.
The other was Chan, a 20 year old. His black hair was cut really short and he had small dark eyes, but a really friendly smile.

The trio was sitting at a table, enjoying their lunch, it was not that bad though, when Jimin heard someone screaming loudly. "Jiminie…I finally found you!" A bright smiling Seungkwan planted himself onto the seat next to Jimin, dragging an embarrassed looking Hoshi behind him. "Ah, from now on we will be seeing each other more often…I am so so happy." Seungkwan slung an arm around Jimin's shoulder, squeezing him tightly.
"Okay hyung…but please calm down a little." Jimin smiled brightly at his friend. "Okay, okay. So who are your friends?"

Vernon and Chan introduced themselves and soon the five of them were chatting happily. They were talking about their studies, why did they choose what they chose and so on.
"Jimin, you'll be working on Friday, right?" Hoshi asked the latter a few minutes into their meal. Jimin nodded.
"Cool, we haven't worked together for quite some time now...it's a little bit boring without you."
Vernon was the one to ask first, Chan seemed like he wanted to ask the exact same question too.
"You work together?" Chewing down his meat. Seungkwan, Hoshi and Jimin all nodded at the same time, which led to some loud laughter's from all of them.

After one week, Jimin couldn't complain, no not even the slightest. He really loved his studies, the classes he had, and yes it was hard, with an assignment due after one month, that early into his studies, but he had found good friends, and with these he had agreed on partying, tonight, which means Saturday. Today was Saturday and hell yeah, Jimin couldn't wait for the Café to close.

"Hmmm, god this chocolate cake is absolutely fantastic…I love it" Chan savored the death in form of a chocolaty cake with his eyes closed, as if his life depended on that one specific cake.
"I fucking want to marry that cake…is that possible? I mean, if yes, I would not hesitate to marry it" Vernon muttered in between bites.
"Language young man. And no, you can't marry the cake, but you can come again, anytime…" Seokjin had just entered the front of the Café. Vernon apologized immediately and then proceed to say that he sure would come back, because that cake could cure cancer…or some shit. Vernon's words.

"Vernon, you sure you're sober? You sound pretty drunk to me?" Hoshi asked, taking a tray of cookies from the front to the kitchen. Vernon gulped visibly.
"It wasn't that much, just a bit…we were a bit excited." Chan stated, scraping his nose.
"Well my three slaves are free to go when the Café is all cleaned up." Seokjin said in a playful tone, knowing how all of them were just excited to go already.
The owner took a tray of cakes to carry them into the kitchen. Vernon and Chan immediately jumped off their seats, exclaiming they would help.
Seokjin smiled at them, saying that sure they could help and made his way to the kitchen.

"I am happy you found some friends, you know, besides the gang." Seokjin stood next to Jimin who was placing the cakes in the fridge. The younger smiled shyly, nodding. "Yeah, you're right…And you're gonna see Namjoon-hyung today?"
"Yeah, I want to cook something and then I'll be having my well deserved weekend…" Seokjin hummed, leaning against the fridge, eyes closed. "Sounds good." And before Seokjin could reply something the other's were storming right into the kitchen.

"Floor swiped!" Vernon chirped, hand held against his forehead, just like he was about to salute.
"Tables wiped, shining bright like our futures…!" Chan stated, a giggle coming from everyone around, before they turned serious again.
"Cash counted!" Seungkwan said, planting his feet on the ground, hand also held against his forehead.
"The cakes are all in the fridge, the garbage is thrown out…"
"-except for you hyung…" Seungkwan whispered. The slap fallowed impromptu and he fell silent instantly, going back to saluting, well not without hissing silent because of the pain the slap caused.
Hoshi stood next to Seungkwan after hitting the latter, grinning widely.