(Authors note)
Dear readers. I am so sorry for the late update, but I am afraid I have been going through a very difficult time recently. One of my best friends, who I considered more of a brother, sadly passed away, and my life will never be the same without him. I just wanted to dedicate the rest of this book to him, because without his support and guidance, I would have never become the person I am today. 
(End of authors note)

Jimin woke up and stretched out his arms, yawning as he looked around the room for a clock.

The time was 7:13 am.

Silently, he climbed off the bed and crept to the bathroom to have a shower. The warm water washed over his smooth skin, calming his nerves and soothing his mind.

He was still so confused. Why was he a wanted criminal? To his knowledge, the only crime he had ever committed was being dazzlingly handsome!

Grabbing flower scented hotel shampoo, he rubbed it into his soft hair, and gasped as a pink bubble popped in his eye. It stung terribly and he quickly rinsed the rest of the soap out of his hair so he could get out the shower and get his eye drops.

Panic over, he wrapped himself in a towel and sat against the bathtub, sighing softly.

He wished he could tell Hoseok the truth...

That he was scared...

No... that wasn't even the right word.

He was terrified.

He never told his Hyung anything like this - if he was hurting, he would keep it to himself for fear of hurting others; if he was scared, he hid it because he didn't want anyone thinking he was weak. In his heart, he knew that there was nothing he could do about his suffering, but if he could prevent spreading it to others, that was enough for him.

He grabbed his clothes, slipping them on quickly and regretting that they didn't stop to pick up deodorant as they left the house yesterday.

After brushing his teeth with his finger and checking his hair looked relatively neat, he left the bathroom to see if Yoongi or Hoseok were awake.

Hoseok was still snoring in the bed...
But the blonde haired man was nowhere to be seen....

Jimin's eyes widened and he panicked.

"HYUNG HYUNG HYUNG!" He cried out. "YOONGI IS GONE! HYUNG HE DISAPPEARED!"

The older man sat up and groaned, brushing a lazy hand through his wiry brown hair and sighing.

"Why do you care so much? He probably just left. He wasn't our friend or anything - he only stayed with us because he was too hurt to leave." Hoseok pointed out.

Jimin sighed and sat dismally on the end of the bed.

"But he didn't even leave a note..." He whimpered, eyes misting.

"Since when did you get so close to him anyway?" Hoseok asked.

Jimin ignored him and stood up, opening the curtains before walking to the radio and switching it on, dying for some sort of distraction. It seemed even he was surprised with his level of concern!

"BREAKING NEWS - the hunt for Park Jimin is still on, and police are desperate to get him before doomsday! Sargent Kim Seokjin has mor-"

Jimin unplugged the radio and converted to the TV, seizing the remote and turning it on.

"BREAKING NEWS - the hunt for Park Jimin is still on, and police are desperate to get him before doomsday! Sargent Kim Namjoon has mor-"

Jimin turned the TV off and threw the remote across the room.

"No... wait turn it back on! They may give us some information we can use!" Hoseok ordered, standing up and turning the TV back on.

On the screen was an insanely tall man with blonde hair wearing a smart police uniform.

"Of course, we will try our best to find him. Park Jimin is responsible for releasing top secret information and panicking the public, so rest assured that we will have justice."

Jimin's face drained of color again as his face was displayed on the screen.

Hoseok turned it off and stood up.

"I know what we need to do."

"What?"

"Come with me."

Hoseok threw on his jumper and jeans and they collected the few bits they had brought. They then left the hotel as quietly as possible, hoping Yoongi had already paid for the room as they had no money.

Hoseok thought about going to the convenience store, but they had no money. First they needed to return to their old house. Unable to afford a taxi, they walked the whole way, which took them at least an hour.

When they arrived there, what they saw was not what they had expected...

People...

Police...

Police dogs...

The minute they turned the corner to their house Hoseok grabbed Jimin's collar and pulled him into the first alley they came to.

"It's not safe..." he whispered.

"No kidding Sherlock." A familiar voice said through the darkness of the alley.

Jimin gasped and Hoseok tilted his head in confusion as a man stepped out of the shadows.

He was wearing sunglasses and a black face mask, but his hair was that distinctive platinum blonde.

"Hoseok... you should know better to bring the wanted Mochi to the scene of the crime."

Yoongi took off his sunglasses and unhooked the mask from behind his ears.

"Yoongi! What are you doing here?" Jimin asked, still blushing from being called a mochi.

"I came back to get something." The blonde man lied. "You fools didn't bring any money with you. I was going to grab your essentials and bring them to the hotel. Anyway... Hoseok you dumbass - what the hella e you doing bringing Jimin back to the danger zone?!"

Hoseok looked a bit sheepish as he realized what a stupid idea it had been...

To be honest though, it wasn't his original intention to return to the house. He had wanted to take Jimin to get some hair dye and change his look a bit, but it then occurred to him that money was a priority.

"You two get as far away from this place as possible. Hoseok, give me your phone. When I have everything, I will text you and we can decide a place to meet." Yoongi ordered.

"Don't you have a phone of your own?" The brown haired man asked.

"It broke." Yoongi explained.

Hoseok nervous but nodded and handed the blonde man his phone.

"The password is-"

"Shh-" Yoongi silenced him, tapping in the passcode and checking Jimin's contact was in the list.

It was, as he expected, but to his surprise, Jimin was the only contact in the boy's phone.

Without commenting, he slid the phone in his pocket and looked up at them.

"See you then."

Jimin bowed to him and Yoongi gave him a weird look.

"Thank you for helping us even though you don't really know us... we are grateful!"

The blonde man smiled and made the boy stand straight.

"You'd do the same for me."

He ran past them towards the house until he was out of their sight.

Cringing at the cheesiness of his previous words, he took the phone out of his pocket and sighed.

His web of lies was just growing bigger and bigger.

He never planned to get stuff for them and take it to the hotel. His plan was to remove all his fingerprints from their house and maybe borrow some clothes before disappearing from their lives forever. Now he even had possession of Hoseok's phone...

He looked down at it and sighed. Hoseok's wallpaper was a picture of him and Jimin looking like brothers, but he noticed Jimin's hair was dyed blonde like his own, and Hoseok's hair was a reddish colour. The older boy was also wearing a ring.

Was it just bling? Or did it have a deeper meaning 😏

He looked at the younger boy in the photo and frowned. What was he doing?

Why was he just abandoning these two men after they had trusted him so much?

He shook his head.

"I don't care." He told himself. "I never care."

He shoved the phone in his pocket and went up to the police officers.

"Excuse me? Please may I enter the house? I live in the floor above the one you are guarding."

The policeman nodded and let him through.

"Idiot..." Yoongi smirked.

He went into the flat and took out his fingerprint removal tape. Where would he have touched?

The cup Jimin gave him, The couch. To be honest, that was about it.

He removed the prints carefully, then something caught his eye.

A photo on the wall, but it wasn't just the two of them this time...

There was someone else, with black hair and dark doe eyes. Granted - he didn't look as happy as the other two men in the photo, but Yoongi was confused. The three of them looked so close, but Hoseok only had one contact in his phone.

Then he spotted another one...
Again with that mystery person in.

"They sure changed their hair a lot..." Yoongi mumbled. "I wonder if Black is Jimin's natural colour?"

Again, he noticed that this other mystery person's hair never seemed to change. Yoongi didn't know the situation, but by the way he was constantly different from the other two... He suspected something.

But it wasn't his life so he didn't care.

He found a hoodie and a pair of jeans, about to leave when the phone buzzed in his pocket.

"We are at the mall. Meet us in the cafe!!! I want to see if you notice something!
Love Jiminie <3"

"Thick-head!" He murmured. "Why the hell did he sign his name when the police could get this phone? DID HE PUT A LOVE HEART?!"

Then he had a thought.
He was Park Jimin.
Of course he put a love heart...

He was about to leave the house when the phone buzzed once again, making Yoongi sigh as he took the device out of his pocket.

PARK JIMIN : Yum

ME : Stop distracting me!

PARK JIMIN : Better hurry - your ice cream is melting!

ME : Where'd you get money for that ice cream anyway? I thought you were broke since your wallet is currently in the house with me?

PARK JIMIN : I spotted money on the ground and picked it up duh!

ME : And instead of saving it for a taxi, or maybe even a train ticket or something else useful, you bought frikking ice cream?

PARK JIMIN : hmm... i never thought of that!

Yoongi laughed out loud and slid the phone into his pocket. Could he really abandon these men? They had helped him after all, and Jimin was just plain adorable in Yoongi's eyes.

Yoongi looked at the phone and sighed. This boy...

He looked around the room and then down to the bag he was carrying.

Could he really do this to them? Was he cold enough to leave them with nothing?

Just then he threw the bag down.

"DAMMIT!" He cried out. "WHY DO I EVEN CARE?! THIS IS NOT LIKE ME AT ALL!"

Despite his head telling him 'no' he went round the flat and filled a big bag with essentials for the boys. He picked up their wallets, their laptops, some clean clothes, their passports and some food amongst other things so they wouldn't have to buy anything they didn't need.

This was the last thing he was going to do for them before he left for good.

He crept out the back exit and slid like a cat along the alleys.

Once clear of the house, he ran towards the place Jimin had said, hoping to make it before his ice-cream was no more.

He spotted Hoseok and and the black haired boy sitting at a table outside a cafe.

"Hoseok!" Jimin smiled, standing up and running to hug him, but then he stopped, remembering that Yoongi wasn't really a 'huggy' person.

Yoongi smiled and held the bag behind his back.

"Hand me the ice cream first!" He ordered.

Jimin gave him the empty cone and Yoongi handed over the bag of stuff he had been holding hostage.

"You're the best Yoongi!" Jimin smiled as he took out his favorite rose-pink jumper.

Yoongi smiled as the boy started hugging the woolly clothes.

His smiled fell when he realized he was just an ice cream cone away from leaving them.

Forever.

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AUTHORS  NOTE AND QUIZ

First question for follows, second question for votes!

QUESTION 1 - FOR FOLLOWS

Which of these symbols is the Korean letter "A"?
A) ㅂ
B) ㅕ
C) ㅏ

QUESTION 2 - FOR VOTES

Where is Agust D's hometown?
A) Daegu
B) Busan
C) Seoul

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