Previously on 39 Clues

The clue. It was hitting me right in the face. Letters. But if you arrange them in the correct way they must spell out something. The first place to go for more clues. I grabbed out my scrabble set and pulled out the letters I needed and placed them on a table. Lady hopped onto the table with her leash in her mouth. 

When she jumped onto the table, her foot hit a scrabble piece and the scrabble piece hit into the middle of two letters. M and N. It was an O. MON. I placed the S, T, E, and R together at the end of MON. The final three letters were R, A, and P. I put it all together, RAP MONSTER. The hidden clue is…

“Namjoon?” 

Now

The girl looked up at the studio as she held her spaniel in her arms. She was nervous. She hadn't really seen or spoken to him in years. The [H/C] haired female hesitated on opening the door. Surely the lady at the desk was wondering what she was doing. You can do this, [Y/N]. [Y/N] sighed before stepping into the building. She hoped she could do this. She was told that they were in the middle of a practice session and was led to a room where the boys would go when the session was over. So now she just had to sit and wait. Lady barked at her and licked her face.

After the boys were done with their dance practice, Kim Namjoon, more known by his stage name as RM or Rap Monster, was notified that there was a girl here waiting for him. The boy paled, as he suspected who the girl in question was. The other six boys (well, five as Min Yoongi didn't seem to care) started murmuring amongst themselves about who it was. They did not know it was the granddaughter of one of the richest men in the world―and the richest man in South Korea―and Namjoon's childhood friend.

Namjoon walked to the room she was in with the boys' murmuring behind them. He opened the door and didn't see her. Well that was the case when she whirled around in her chair turning a lamp on. The spaniel in her lap barked.

"Hi, Namjoon, it's been awhile." the girl said as her dog jumped out of her lap to greet their old friend.

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amjoon greeted the dog that was running around his legs, barking at him. Namjoon knelt down to put the dog that he hadn't seen for almost a decade. Back then, Lady was just a puppy (still was in how she was acting towards him).

"Hi, Lady. You're so big now." Namjoon remembered the dog liked it when her back was scratched. The dog licked his face as she remembered his scent.

"Namjoon, how do you know the granddaughter of [L/N] Minhyuk?" asked the eldest, Kim Seokjin.

"We're old friends." [Y/N] said as she pulled out her bag and pulled out a package. "Anyway, this is from Gramps, Joonie." The boys cackled because of the nickname, and Namjoon tossed a glare at them to shut them up and then at her for embarrassing him. Namjoon took the parcels from her along with the letter at the top as she asked him a vital question (to her). "You weren't at the funeral. Why?"

"I was at the funeral. I just left before the will reading to avoid you." That kind of stung.

[Y/N] didn't know what to make of his words. She couldn't be that awful, could she? For her best friend to avoid her, right? She needed him there. Just like she needed him back then. She felt completely and utterly alone. The only thing that didn't make her feel alone was his presence, reassuring her she wasn't.

"Open up your package, dumbass." she said. Her words came out harsher than she intended.

Namjoon rolled his eyes before ripping open the package. "Why are you here though? I would have given you my address if you just asked."

"What? I can't come and visit an old friend?" she raised an eyebrow.

"You never did it before," he said.

It was true. [Y/N] had never gone to visit him. She did it once. At BTS's first big concert. It was her plan to‌ see him, but she couldn't. Even with three hundred people, it was a madhouse. But he never saw her there, cheering him on. That was the last time she had seen Namjoon in person.

"Okay, I admit you're right on that front, but I have a reason for coming here though. It took a lot of fucking work to get here. What is it?" While she was talking, he opened up his package.

Inside were two leather-bound journals, all of Namjoon's Nas CDs he had left behind at her family home, a scrapbook almost identical to [Y/N]'s, and two packs of the same playing cards.

"Gramps kept these?" he said as he eyed the CDs that he had been looking for since practically forever.

"I kept those. You would always leave them at my place, and when you would look for them for a quick listen, I always thought it was funny watching as you scrambled through your sharknado room. Because it was so stupid, it was hilarious." The girl said as a frown appeared on her once-best friend's face.

"That was mean ("But hilarious, Joonie."). It's never funny, [Y/N]. You just think it is." Namjoon whined.

Park Jimin leaned into Jung Hoseok and whispered, "I can't decide if I'm watching a fight between siblings or a lover's quarrel." The boy thought that the two wouldn't be able to hear him. His theory was shut down when he saw the vicious glare the girl gave him.

"Anyways, for reasons I cannot explain right now. But uh..." the girl rummaged into her pocket before picking up the envelope and took out the letter, ''Gramps explains it. I'm sure if you read the letter, you'll get a rundown. Here."

She handed him the letter. The boy noticed all the circles around letters and errors. With RAP MONSTER in big blocky, bolded letters in her handwriting.

"You need to explain because I'm confused." He didn't even read it.

"Didn't you get a shit ton of money from your grandfather for being the only family member he liked?" asked the golden maknae Jeon Jungkook.

"Namjoon can get most of the money if he helps me find it. Or we can split the money in eight ways depending on how helpful you six are." she said as she looked at the six boys still gawking at her.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"He pulled a Gol D Roger on us, Joon." Namjoon gave her a confused look, making her sigh. "Gramps left all his money, all the assets, all the belongings, everything he owns and in his name to whoever can find the money he placed somewhere in the world. The only things not a part of it were what the guests were given. Clues and guides. Gramps was always cryptic."

"What else did he leave you?" asked Namjoon.

"First off, what did my mother leave you in her will? Because on the back of this," [Y/N] took the picture from the envelope and turned it over, "it says your mother has a clue. And the clue gramps left me was you. So I'm just trying to kill two birds with one stone here."

"How do you know it's what your mother left me that's the answer?" he asked her.

[Y/N] showed him the picture. It was of him, her parents, gramps, and him on her last birthday with her parents. "I don't, but the two of us are the last living people in this picture. And it must not be a coincidence that it gave me both clues at the exact same time. You are one option. I'm another. And the crypt is the other. It's just a hunch."

Her logic was sound in his eyes. Her hunches were never too far off when they were younger. And it is the only reason he says, "Alright."

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After the octet arrived at the house, Namjoon took the lead up to his room. [Y/N] was right by his side while the six boys (who had gotten out of their stupor) murmured amongst themselves about what maybe [Y/N]'s mother had left their brother and leader. Namjoon found a box in his closet and set it on his bed. The two rummaged through it together, only finding the books that had been worn out (these were ones of Namjoon's favorite when he was young), the urn with sand instead of ash, and a wide variety of puzzles. 

“Is this what you were looking for?” Namjoon asked her. 

“This is it? Wasn’t there more stuff? Mom left you a bunch of stuff. A lot more than this, didn’t she?” the girl looked through the box. There must be something more in here than they expected. 

“That’s everything I still have. I gave most of my stuff to you, remember? But I couldn’t get rid of the puzzles.” Sentimental value. 

“You did more puzzles with mom, didn’t you? She put tape on the back of them, and she hung them up around the house. What happened to those?" she asked. 

"Mom hung those up around the house after I finished them with you a second time around. Sorry if your hunch was wrong." he told her. 

My hunches are never wrong. She took the urn and shook it. A clunk! sounded within it. A clunk sound that shouldn't be inside an urn. 

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