"Should we call the police? Who did this? Why would anyone do that? This is giving me scary movie vibes... what the fuck is it supposed to mean-"

"Calm down, we need to think this through," Jungkook cuts Taehyung's endless ramble as they still stand in the doorway to Jimin's room, looking up at the painted number.

Jimin hasn't uttered a word yet, probably because he's a little too fucking certain he knows who is the villian behind this.

It's as if his heart it picking up a whole new rate of speed, caused by anxiety mixed with frustration.

"We need to call the police," Taehyung concludes and seeks for his phone in his pocket.

The police...

"Wait, I don't think we should call them yet," Jimin says, "whoever did this went in here without stealing anything on the way out. They are clearly trying to do something else..."

Taehyung frowns and let's the phone fall back in his pocket. Jungkook is quick to nod at his son's remark, moving inside the room.

"I agree, there's some weird shit going on. It won't help calling the police, we could might as well have painted this ourselves," he states.

He walks further into the room and observes the paint. It seems pretty dried out, it's been a while since it was made.

His eyes darts over the floor, but he can't see anything.

"How about the security cam? Shouldn't we be able to see who it is and show that to the police?" Taehyung questions.

He's desperate to know who did this, but more than anything he wants to get it off their hands. He doesn't necessarily like the police, considering his past, but it's a backup they need right now.

Dealing with this on their own could get them in some dangerous situations, no one wants that.

"Good idea, let's check them," Jungkook agrees and heads back towards them.

They start walking towards the office. Jimin's mind is running wild on the way. He's scared he's going to see what he doesn't want to see. He has no clue if his parents have even considered who might have done this, but he still finds it so difficult to say.

If it is what he thinks it is, he's going to hate himself forever.

They make their way to the room in a hurry. Jungkook places himself in the chair and opens up his laptop.

It has been ages since he opened up the footage of their security cams. They have them all around the outside of the house, considering they are in the rich part of town. They are a coveted target.

He opens up the app that stores their footage and also sends live at all times. Jungkook clicks over the files and enters the one of today.

"We should probably check from night time too, we haven't been here at all," Taehyung says and Jungkook does as he says.

They run fash forward through the clips but it's first around 5 am this morning the camera catches something.

And indeed, three guys are making their way over the grass field, heading around the house probably to look through the windows and make sure no one is home.

Taehyung puts a hand over his mouth and Jimin almost takes a step back. The feeling of seeing someone walk around your proberty like that makes fear creep up their skin.

It's like their house is now a grey zone, infected by whoever went in here. It doesn't seem safe anymore.

"Shit," Jungkook mumbles as he watches one of the guys yell something to the others before walking to the front door.

He seems to be messing with the lock.

"That's why it was so difficult to open," Jungkook adds. They have always felt safe enough with a lock instead of an alarm system. That's probably going to change now.

"That's so freaking creepy," Jimin says as he stares at the boy who walks inside. Is it who he thinks it is? He can't tell, all of the guys are covered by masks.

The guy makes his way inside and immediately starts heading up the stairs. He doesn't even look to his sides or anything, he just walks with heave steps.

He's almost a little too confident going in there.

He gets to Jimin's room and pushes the door open. It doesn't take a lot of minutes before he's painting the red color on the wall.

Jungkook grits his teeth. He should have gotten better security from the start. It was very discussed when they builded the house, not they know they picked wrong.

"We really need to get this to the police," Taehyung states as the mysterious man starts walking back down after having left his mark.

"Yeah, this evidence is so clear. But why on earth would he just walk in here and do that without any other motive? It just seems so stupi-"

Jungkook can't finish the sentence as the boy on the screen halts as soon as he steps outside the house. The two other guys has left the area, probably jumped on a car nearby.

They all hold their breath as the male looks around. It's almost as if he's here, right now looking for them. They all feel a shiver running down their spine when the eyes of the stranger stares up at the camera.

He holds eye contact with it for minutes before he pulls something from his pocket. It seems to be some type of note.

He stretches it in his arm and points it right towards the camera. Jungkook quickly zooms in so they can read it.

Track 1, babe ~

That's where Jimin's body runs cold. Track 1. Fuck. He has only talked about tracks with one certain person and he has them stored safely inside his closet above his clothes.

He never thought he would be looking at them ever again, but now that he thinks about it... he never had track 1.

It was a failure.

He looks back at the screen and he can only see parts of his room through the window, seeing something lying on his table.

"Shit," he says and gets his legs going. He rushes around the table, ignoring the confused glances of his parents that get up to follow him.

"Jimin?" Taehyung calls out as they run after him.

"It's the only track I don't have a copy of. Track 1 never got finished, but..." he gets through the door and looks at his table.

Just as he expected, a small white CD-case is lying there. How did he not notice before? It's an old-school strategy of making music, but it's still the way his song was made. Their song.

"Track? I don't get it," Jungkook says as they place themselves beside Jimin who opens up the case.

A worn-out piece of paper falls on the table with a small thud. It looks like it has been chrused a few times before being folded nicely to fit inside the case.

Jimin gulps as he grabs it with hesitant fingers, opening it immediately.

Jiminie ~
I think you missed this recording. I couldn't deliver it personally to you unfortunately, but I will write it to you instead.

I'm sorry we didn't get to spend some more time together. Not that I wanted to, to be honest.

You might recall what I told you a while back over the phone. Just so you don't forget, I'll remind you.

You owe me.

You owe me a lot. The drugs you got wasn't cheap sweaty, especially not the ones that got flushed in your father's fitness center. I need to get payed back. You don't have much time left Jiminie. You should keep an eye on your phone for the next couple of days.

Keep an eye out in general - that boyfriend or parents of yours can't save you from this. I need the money by next week or you can kiss your happy life goodbye. Don't even think about getting the police involved, you'll get to feel the consequences if you do.

By the way, say congratulations to your uncles from me. Isn't their little girl just adorable? Her skin is so soft ~

- Suga

"Jimin, who the fuck is that?" Jungkook hisses as he grabs the paper.  Jimin is speechless as he stares ahead.

If this isn't his worst nightmare then he doesn't fucking know what it is.

"I-Is that a serious threat? Holy christ, I need to call Seokjin," Taehyung stresses and feels his chest tighten. It's nothing compared to what Jimin is feeling though.

"Hey," Jungkook grabs his shoulder and shakes him until their eyes meet, "who wrote this?"

The mare thought of the person gives Jimin a bad taste on the back of his tongue as he tries to from the name.

"Who did you make this stupid track with?" Jungkook presses on, crumbling the paper in his hand.

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi."