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13.

In order to do the soundcheck without distraction, Taehyung had left his phone beside Jimin's comatose body in the dressing room. Having exchanged numbers with Birdie before parting ways, the screen lit up with an incoming text from her followed by another one. Then another.

Jungkook, with sweat covering his brow, entered the dressing room first. He grabbed a small white towel off one of the tables, wiping it across his face before grabbing a bottle of water. As he took a drink, he looked over at the couch where he noticed Jimin lying with Taehyung's phone nearby, watching as the screen lit up again. Walking over, Jungkook stood near Jimin as he re-capped his water bottle.

"I really think you should probably see a doctor. You never sleep this long," Jungkook muttered as Taehyung's phone lighting up again caught his eye.

Knowing the password to unlock it, his curiosity got the better of him. Unlocking the phone, Jungkook clicked the message box and watched the string of messages unfold before his eyes.

I know where Jimin is.

Sasayne Delulah has him.

Can you meet me?

I need help to get him back.

Jungkook knew that he shouldn't, but he answered in Taehyung's stead, sending back a message the read, 'Give me the location. I'll meet you there.'

After having sent the message, the sender was quick to provide him with the location. Relocking Taehyung's phone and putting it back exactly where he had found it, Jungkook looked towards Jimin again. He was about to get to the bottom of what was going on whether Taehyung liked it or not.

- - -

Having just had an unexpected heart-to-heart with her father, Birdie quickly got ready for her BTS concert later that night with her grandparent's help. They took the place of her mother, trying to hype her up for the entertaining evening to come as they watched her try on outfit after outfit before settling on the right one. Birdie knew that she cut the experience more short than she normally would have simply because she was anxious about getting to Jimin before it was too late. She figured that he must be absolutely terrified. It was one thing to know that you had a stalker, but another thing entirely to be in their clutches.

Leaving her house after hugging her grandparents and even father goodbye, she raced out to her car. Thankfully it was easy to figure out where Sasayne Delulah was located since she was familiar with the area. Birdie recognized certain landmarks of the city whenever Sasayne did a livestream outside her apartment. Driving across town, it took Birdie roughly twenty minutes to reach the location. She parked the car against the curb, noticing that there was already a man standing there near a lamp post. He had a dark black jacket on with black shades and matching face mask. Getting out of the car, she pulled her white jacket over the dazzling purple shirt that her grandparents had helped her pick out. Her black slacks rubbed against her legs as she walked over to where the man stood.

"Sorry I kept you waiting. I was just..."

Her speaking stopped short when she watched the man turn and lower his shades.

'That's not Taehyung,' Birdie thought in panic. 'That's Jungkook.'

She stood frozen to her spot as Jungkook looked her up and down, noticing the getup she had on.

"Who are you and what's going on?" Jungkook asked.

"I...um..."

"Are you and Taehyung dating or something?"

Birdie felt her cheeks flush as she quickly shook her head back and forth.

"No, it's not like that. I'm just...it's complicated."

"Well start uncomplicating it," Jungkook said. "I saw your texts to him. Is something going on with Jimin?"

"Sort of?"

"Sort of?" he parroted back, arching a brow as he crossed his arms. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Not sure if Jungkook would end up believing her or not, Birdie was left with no other choice than to start telling him everything that had happened.

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