When Worlds Collide | PJM - KTH ✓ (Hahm Series #3)

Chapter 4 - Part 1

Precarity that came in the form of not only Kim Taehyung, but Ji Changwook.

Tomorrow was November 3rd, a notable date that had been branded into his cerebrum since Namjoon informed him of the email sitting in his inbox.

As an independent drug lord within one of Korea's most powerful drug cartels, Changwook was the last person Jimin wanted to liaise with, but it was a case of damned if you do, damned if you don't, because the lunatic would consider a "no-show" rude and would undoubtedly retaliate within the week.

Confident that shit would stay clear of the fan for at least thirty-six hours, Jimin made the subconscious decision to hold off gathering everyone together until tomorrow.

The grandfather clock chimed eight in the sunlit foyer as he reached the bottom of the staircase. His first goal of the day was the sitting room to see if Yunhee and Hobi had joined the land of the living, but he made it only two yards past the billiard room when a boisterous racket caught his attention.

Trying not to panic at the thought of those morons touching his pool table without permission, Jimin backtracked three steps, poked his head through the door, and mentally groaned at the chaotic scene that befell him.

The roaring cheer of a crowd blasted from the 70" television, an NC Dinos player batting a perfect curveball across the field before hauling arse and scoring a home run.

As if that wasn't ear-splitting enough, his typically cool comrade, Namjoon, and the ever-boyish Jungkook, lazed on the corner settee, their feet propped on the glass-top table while they whooped at the game and stuffed their mouths with bacon and eggs crammed between wedges of toast.

Sagging against the door frame, Jimin clutched his hair and said a wordless prayer.

Honestly, he was thankful for the battalion residing within the countless walls of his mansion, mainly for the aid they would bring over the coming days, but this was-

'Morning, boss!'

Jimin dropped his arms in incredulity before officiously folding them to state his disapproval.

Although he had to stifle a laugh; Jungkook was waving at him, crumbs falling from his cheerful lips as a flustered Namjoon discarded his breakfast and scrambled for the TV remote to turn down the volume.

'Uh...morning, boss,' he muttered guiltily, 'sorry, we were just watching the-'

'I didn't know you were here, Joon. What time did you arrive?' Jimin asked while staring at the socked-heels infecting his table.

Seeing his boss' powerful stare, Namjoon quickly removed his feet and stood to attention to fix his unusually dishevelled hair. 'I stayed the night. Figured you wouldn't mind under the circumstances. And with there being so many people here already.'

'Right.'

'You hungry?' Jungkook posed, oblivious to the friction oozing from Jimin as his paranoid gaze drifted over the grey felt billiard table and stained-wood bar. 'There's plenty of grub in the kitchen. If you ask nicely, I'm sure Jin will rustle something up for you.'

'Is that so?' Jimin articulated sarcastically. 'Well, seeing as I'm famished and in the mood for a hearty "bite", I best get my skates on. Oh, and Joon?' he added, wetting his lips and pointing an accusatory finger at him as he retreated from the doorway. 'Don't get too comfortable. Busy day ahead.'

'Yes, boss,' Namjoon yelled as Jimin strode away.

It was official. His estate had turned into a holiday resort.