"Was Jungkook at the house when you left?" I asked, taking a sip from my second cup of Iced Americano.

Namjoon's secret special hangout spot had turned out to be an overly fancy, extravagantly equipped Arcade. It had state-of-the-art computers with games even top gamers were yet to hear of.

It belonged to a business partner of Namjoon's father and the man had given Namjoon free passage for life, plus he could invite as many of his friends as possible.

It wasn't what I had been expecting but after an adrenaline-boosting car race and a few rounds of Call of Duty simulation games, I was feeling so much better and figured it was exactly what I needed.

"He wasn't," Namjoon said, flopping backwards on the cloud rug next to where I was sitting, panting from playing three rounds of life simulation of Temple Run. "Actually, I haven't seen him since he got back from your place yesterday morning."

I looked down at him, trying to piece together what he was saying. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he took a few deep breaths. "He got back, went upstairs, came back down half an hour later and left the house. He didn't come back after that."

And his number wasn't going through. At first, I had been able to call and he wasn't picking up, but since that morning Jungkook's line had been unavailable.

"What about Jimin?"

"He was there when I left. He looked really grumpy after Jungkook left. I think they got into an argument."

"Over what?"

Namjoon shrugged. "I'm not sure, but after Jungkook went upstairs, Jimin followed him and I could hear them yelling at each other for about five minutes before Jimin came downstairs."

Now, I was very worried. If Jungkook and Jimin had gotten into a fight then I could understand that Jungkook might be upset. But Jungkook would never ignore my calls, because of that, especially not during this period.

Something was not right.

"I can't get through to Jungkook," I stated, fetching my phone from my pocket. I tried Jungkook's number again, but got the same disappointing result of unavailability. "How bad was the fight?"

"I don't know. But they were pretty angry. Jimin was moody all day after Jungkook left and barely said anything to me. He stayed on the balcony and didn't even come in to eat."

That bad? I felt uneasy at that point. I had to figure out what was happening and where the hell Jungkook was. "I have to go," I told Namjoon, getting to my feet.

"Go where? I just said Jungkook wasn't at the house."

Shaking my head, I said, "I need to talk to Jimin. Maybe he knows where Jungkook is. Apparently, he's the last person I know that spoke to Jungkook before he disappeared."

"Disappeared? I think you're taking it too far."

"I know it seems that way, but I know Jungkook. He wouldn't stay unavailable from me for this long. Especially not now."

Namjoon scrambled to his feet, so he was standing face to face with me. "Are we forgetting this was the same guy that ghosted on you a few months ago?"

"Unintentionally."

"Maybe this time it's intentional. Can you not wait 48 hours before you tag him missing?" Namjoon asked, visibly exhausted.

"Do you know what the chances are of finding a missing person alive after 48 hours?" I asked, not believing the words were leaving my mouth. "Very low. I'm not taking my chances with him."

"What if you're wrong and he's fine?"

"I hope I'm wrong and he's fine. But as I said, I'm not taking my chances. I need to go to Jimin and make him open up about where Jungkook is." I pocketed his phone and started to back away. "Tell Yoongi and Taehyung I left."

"You're leaving me with your friends?" He shouted.

"You'll be fine!"

I ran through the halls and when I got into the elevator, it couldn't move fast enough. I was impatient and paranoid and anxious. All I wanted was to see Jungkook, talk to him and be certain that he was okay.

I didn't know why I felt something bad had happened. Maybe it was because of anxiety I had felt when Mr. Cho had been harassing me. Or maybe it was because I'd just lost my father and my mood was still gloomy, practically reading the worst out of every scenario. But the feeling was there, and I prayed I was wrong.

Outside, I found a taxi that charged me way more than normal but I was too panicked to care about the double charge. The drive seemed to take longer than usual but I kept my mouth shut and prayed Jungkook would answer the door to his apartment and not Jimin.

Despite acting playful the day we met, Jimin seemed like a restricted person and I doubted he would say much if he knew anything at all, but I was still going to ask.

The taxi driver stopped in front of the familiar tall building and after paying, I made my way into the building. I remembered all too well making this kind of panicked trip the last time Jungkook went MIA on me but this time, I had a strange gut feeling attached to this incident.

At Jungkook's door, it took a minute before it was answered and when it finally parted open, Jimin stood there, in a black long-sleeved shirt, black cargo pants, black face cap and black boots—like some kind of spy.

"Where's Jungkook?" I blurted out, going straight to the point because I wasn't in the mood to go round and round unnecessarily.

Jimin looked irritated like I had interrupted a moment or disrupted something important, but the thing was I didn't give a fuck. "Why don't you call him?"

"I did. I'm here because I called his number but I couldn't reach him. Where is he?" I asked, impatiently.

Sighing, Jimin gestured for me to come inside the apartment.

It felt strange being in there with Jimin and not Jungkook. I suddenly felt a pang of emptiness wash over me. I missed being in this space with Jungkook. Talking to him, holding his hand, watching his beautiful face, everything—I missed Jungkook so much.

"Answer me."

"To be honest, I'm not sure where Jungkook is," Jimin said.

"You're lying!" I snapped at him. I didn't care if he got mad or irritated at my tone. I wasn't there to nurse his feelings. All I needed was the truth. "You know where he is."

"I don't know, kid," he gritted through clenched teeth.

"Don't call me kid. Namjoon said he heard the two of you yelling before Jungkook left yesterday morning, what were you arguing about?"

Jimin chewed the insides of his mouth. "Ask Jungkook."

"I would ask him if I knew where he was but I don't know, and you seem to know something but you're holding back from me!"

"I said I don't know!"

"So, you haven't seen your friend in over 24 hours and you're not bothered by that? What kind of a friend are you?!"

"He's a grown-ass man!"

"A grown-ass man who doesn't return to his own home?! Your friend left his home and didn't return, and that seems like a normal thing that adults do?"

"Typically. Yes."

I was frustrated at that point. I wanted to pull out all the hairs from his scalp. I wanted to knock out each of Jimin's teeth. "You're unbelievable."

"Watch your tongue," Jimin gritted out.

The anger and irritation I had been feeling all long tripled and I took a daring step towards Jimin, putting the space between us to a few feet. I looked him dead in the eyes. "Or what?"

Jimin stared at me in disbelief. Maybe he hadn't expected me to stand up to him. Maybe he was used to people cowering in fear from all the scary tattoos he had plastered all over his body.

The glaring competition went on until I got fed up, knowing time was ticking by and I still didn't know if Jungkook was alright. I let out an unamused scoff. "This was a waste of time." I nodded. "I guess I have no other choice but to call the police."

Those words seemed to get to Jimin because his eyes widened. "You have no idea the amount of damage you'll cause."

Retrieving my phone, I shrugged. "Watch and see if I give a shit." I dialled Namjoon's number and brought the phone to my ear.

"Jin, drop the fucking call."

Ignoring him, I said, "Hello? Is this Seoul Police Department? I'll like to report—"

"Fine. I'll tell you," Jimin rushed out. "End it and I'll tell you what I know."

Perfect. "Never mind," I said into the phone just as Namjoon picked up before disconnecting the call. I focused on Jimin. "I'm listening."