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Taehyung's Perspective

I squirmed. I haven't felt this uncomfortable since that time Jungkook pantsed me in the middle of the mall many years back. As his eyes moved up and down, studying me like a science experiment, I got anxious as my feet started to tap as if to some mystery rhythm. I don't like being scrutinized or judged or even criticized in this smallest way so this was an act of torture in my head. I just remembered what Ona said to me this morning, how her smile was bright and adoring, and her voice so sweet,

"You'll be fine. He won't hate you!" I then hugged her which made her squeal and try to pry my hands off of her, but I didn't allow that of course.

I looked back at him as he scanned my face once more before looking back at his phone, biting his lip as he sighed and nodded. "It's good."

I let out a small sigh, my head being released from the hellish prison it was under for the whole hour. He put the phone down, leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. I never thought it would be so hard to look at someone with such confidence, but after what he said, it got a bit easier to look at his small eyes that glared at me. I don't think he meant to be this intimidating, but then again, my nerves were through the roof and could be the counter effective of this.

"Do you really think so?" I asked, not believing his monotone voice. I wanted be perfectly clear and not led on by something that was a 'maybe' or possibility.

"I think we can come up with something here," He smiled a bit, causing the tensed up muscles in my body to ease and have me lean back in my chair. "But it's not enough. I feel like we need something more." I gulped as he said that. What else could there possibly be? I did everything he wanted.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Can you sing?" He raised an eyebrow at me. My mouth fell open a bit, not expecting such an answer. Can I sing? I used to for my cat when I was a kid as she was scared of thunderstorms, also when I was in a school play back so many years ago. Recently, there hasn't been a time to even think about singing, even if I felt like it. Sometimes I wanted to, especially to Ona, but I was too nervous to even consider it.

"It's been a while." I shrugged.

"The video you showed me was really good. I can see you becoming a great actor, but I feel like you have more to you. I don't want to just judge my first thoughts on you as an actor. It's my job to find undiscovered talents in people," He cleared his throat before opening his desk drawer and pulling out a few slips of paper with clean handwriting on them. He flipped through them, licking his first finger to be able to turn the pages, and finally he rested on a slip of stained parchment that looked like someone had spilled coffee on. He handed it to me and as I looked down, I realized it was lyrics. "That song right there was written by someone I know well. I think it would fit your style," The lyrics were passionate yet depressing all in one. I don't know what he was getting at and it seemed like he read my face. "I gave this one to you because of your acting. You're emotional when you play someone else. I want to know if those feelings you put into your acting can be equal as the feelings you put into being a singer."

"I'm not here to be a singer." I shook my head, staring again at the lyrics, pressing my lips together as I can feel the pain the words oozed, as if the lyricist was singing it in my ear, their voice breaking.

"I know," He nodded. "I'm just curious."

I sighed, pushing back my hair as I shifted in my seat, leaning over so my elbows rested on my knees and the paper was clutched more loosely in my hands. I gave him one last glance, his eyes watching me and never moving, before looking back at the small, black letters. I cleared my throat before starting the first line.

"On top of this ending tune, I am standing here alone." I started but he cleared his throat.

"It's too high. With someone that has a deep voice like yourself, I want to hear it. It makes it more emotional, more heavy. That's the sound the song is looking for." He nodded his head, urging me to continue.

I sighed before continuing, "On top of this ending tune, I am standing here alone. Now tell me that it's over, let me know." My voice was back to it's regular sound and from my position, I could see his foot tapping, giving me the beat I need for the song. I felt more confidence build inside of me, so I led on, feeling my voice get stronger but held the soft tone the song was built for.

For the next thirty minutes, he corrected me on some points, making my voice go either deeper or softer, but I wasn't annoyed. I actually didn't mind this at all. I liked hearing my voice like this as it has been so long. I don't know what I was afraid of because I felt happy doing this. Something seemed to click when I added in vibrato or as I added that special emotion he wanted. It was a way of acting, but more real, more intimate. It was something that I could become obsessed with.

"How do you feel?" He asked me once I handed him back the paper, a ghost of a smile upon his face.

"Good," I nodded. "It's been a long time since I've sang." I chuckled, shaking my head. I wondered what Ona's reaction would be if I sang. Would she like it? Would she hate it? Or maybe she would run away and lock herself in a room once I started to sing love songs to her. Yeah, the last one seems more possible. I smiled at the thought.

"I hope it won't be another long time for you to hear it," He folded his hands together. "You came in here today to become an actor, to be on all of the screens in Korea and maybe one day, the world. But in the last half hour, you were a singer. Maybe something you weren't expecting to be. I would take this into consideration," He leaned forward, smiling a bit. "Some things you want to be are just spur of the moment desires and the things you never considered could be the hidden gems that hold the true passion, the true potential. Here," He grabbed the sheet of music off his desk and handed it back to me. "Come back to me when you have figured it out."

I didn't know what to say as I held the sheet, fighting a battle inside myself at the career of being a singer and an actor. I wanted the satisfaction of being someone different multiple times in my life as being me wasn't always the best, but a singer? Being on stage, bellowing out my voice and to serenade maybe thousands of people was something I never thought of.

I stood up, bowing and smiling a little. "Thank you, Si Hyuk-nim. I will think about it." I nodded, which he returned, and with a thousand thoughts running through me, I turned out of his office.

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Ona's Perspective

Turning my head from side to side, I couldn't figure out the right shading for the drawing I was doing. I also wasn't able to get some of the proportions right, causing me to groan and lay my head on my sketchbook. Why must people be so hard to draw? Especially realistically. I wanted this project to be perfect, not some lack luster doodle that you could find on a children's paper.

"I've heard you sigh about five times." Mickey said, flipping through her book as she took a bite from her green apple. Ever since Jimin and mine's talk, she's been around more often. Mainly because Jimin was her ride as he came over to the boys' apartment more often. Speaking of, he was out in the living room with them as us girls were in Jin and Taehyung's room.

Taehyung. Where do I even begin? After hearing about me and Jimin, he was very happy, but still a bit cautious as he didn't know how far Jimin's generosity went. It was funny to watch him struggle with putting an arm around me or even peck my cheek when Jimin was present. I would cackle in my hand, causing him to glare and for my brother to feel satisfied with watching his friend try his best to be 'good.'

"Well, this drawing is causing cramps in my wrists and for my mind to get foggy," I closed the book, sliding down to the ground where she was. "Also, I just have a lot of things on my mind."

"Like what? Figuring out which cake to get for your wedding?" She smiled over at me. I stiffened at her comment.

"What wedding?" I huffed.

"Yours and Taehyung's," She giggled. "Oh, I hope you do a four tier wedding cake. That would be amazing." She sighed, staring off into space as if she was truly day dreaming of something that resembled what she wanted.

"What?! Excuse me, but Taehyung and I are too young for that." I can't believe her sometimes. Why does it feel like the world is making me struggle on purpose. Why can't I just feel relaxed and not stressed about mine and Taehyung's relationship.

"Oh," She smiled bigger, as if she discovered something. "You basically said you want to marry Taehyung," She giggled loudly. "That deep huh?"

"I never said that!" When she gave me a look, I glared right back at her. "I will throw you out of this room and lock the door."

"I will kick it down singing 'Here Comes the Bride.' I don't think you want that." She shrugged, flipping her book again in a sassy manner, causing a groan to leave me.

I couldn't even imagine a future that far ahead of me. Especially with Taehyung. Not that I don't want to, it was something I never thought about and a terrifying thought at that. Plus, we were too young. I was barely starting my new school and he was figuring out his acting career. I just liked the idea of this relationship we had now; it was comforting. A lot of people might be screaming at me to just marry the boy and have millions of children, but with my life and how I feel so out of control when he even just compliments my eyes, my mind goes crazy just thinking about sliding a diamond on my finger.

"You're right, I wouldn't," I laughed, because even though the thought terrified me, the image of her knocking down the door brought amusement to me. As the mood settled for a minute, the slow tick of the red alarm clock to the side was a distant song, almost reminding me of time going away by the mere second. I looked to the window, draped in a smokey blue curtain and chips of paint splattering the frame to give it that old and run down look, but outside was beautiful. It was amazing how something hard-featured could be made pretty by just a sliver of beauty. As I shook out of my poetic thoughts, I sighed, turning to Mickey. "It's a nice day outside and here we are doing nothing and being lazy."

She shrugs. "What else is new?" After she said that, a commotion could be heard out in the living area. It didn't seem too urgent, but we both swung our heads to the closed door, as if awaiting a monster to come crashing in and destroying the furniture.

"What's going on?" I questioned, mainly talking to myself but Mickey shrugged.

"Playing a dumb video game maybe? Boys tend to get crazy when they lose." She giggled.

The door opened a little bit, showing the face of Jungkook. His hair was slightly wavy, a part in his bangs to make a comma shaped fringe to appear. His eyes darted between Mickey and I, almost as if trying to decipher how to say the words that jumbled in his mind. He slipped into the room, closing the door softer than I expected and almost tip toed to us before kneeling down in front of us. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Mickey spoke up.

"Yes? As you can see we are quite busy with our obvious girl stuff." She said, almost in a stern voice but she had a smile on her face.

"As much as I want to know what you mean," Jungkook chuckled, but soon his face turned serious. "We have a slight problem."

"I told you to cover it up. It's not my problem you forgot to put the make-up on it. Did they see or something?" Mickey raised an eyebrow, obviously satisfied with her comment. I tilted my head in confusion as I saw Jungkook's pale face heat up quicker than coffee on a cold, winter day. His fingers inched up to the collar of his shirt, pushing it up as if to hid something that either ashamed him or was too private to unleash. Did he get a tattoo? Wait, that can't be it.

"You said you wouldn't talk about that out loud." He whispered it, but his voice almost squeaked in embarrassment. It was then my deduction skills came into play and I realized why Jungkook was nervous from just Mickey's comment; the flinch to his shirt collar, the heat in his face, Mickey's smug look, and the fact she said to cover it up with make-up. Well, it's not my business and not something I want to even think about as it is their problem. Also because I can't even handle something like that.

"It's Ona. It's not like she cares," She flipped a page in her book, not really reading but just making a point. "Is that not the problem?" We looked at him as he calmed down a bit from his panicked moment.

"No," He turned to look at me. "Baekhyun called. Apparently Taehyung's father has issued out an arrest...on Taehyung." The silence that fell on us was hard, dense, not even remotely breathable at this point. My mind couldn't process the current event as nothing seemed like how it was going to be. I was expecting some silly confession, but this? This was next level blasphemy. Taehyung has had trouble with the law, so being arrested isn't something new, I would think.

"Hasn't he been arrested before back in the day?" I asked. I did remember when we picked him that day when we went to the beach, how he basically trashed the liquor store, being threatened with the police call. Recently, he has done nothing wrong, nothing to push the limits or have his father persecute him with this craziness.

"More like probation. The cops are good with his father, so they never really brought him to a jail cell. They just had him sit in the head officer's room," He fully sat down, shaking his head. "Baekhyun doesn't know what the arrest is for. He said he'll find out for us. He told Jimin to go out and find Taehyung and bring him to his place until he figures it out."

"Ona, are you okay?" Mickey asked, her hands grasping my right one. I didn't realize it but I was shaking. Why I was shaking? I guess it was because of the whole situation, of course. Taehyung getting arrested would mean an attack on his career and it would ruin everything he wanted. Also, what would it mean for us? We don't know what the arrest is for, but knowing his father, it could have been for something bad. Really bad. I only met his father for a good thirty minutes and already had a sour taste in my mouth whenever he spoke.

(A/N: I am not using Taehyung's real father for my story. It's a father I made up, so don't worry XD)

"I'm not sure." I looked away and tried to regain my composure.

"Namjoon Hyung went with him as well for back up. I just hope they get to him in time. Jin Hyung tried to call Taehyung, but Yoongi Hyung told him to hang up just in case his father was having people tap into their phones," Jungkook patted my knee, trying to reassure me. "It will be okay."

"He's right," Mickey smiled. "Nothing will happen. Taehyung will be under everyone's protection. This is messed up. I wonder what his father accused him of."

"I've met Mr. Kim a few times. He's definitely not my favorite person," Jungkook said. "Especially after when he disowned Taehyung. I was there that day. So, it's possible to say that he could make up some crazy lie and everyone will believe it. He's one of the most powerful men in South Korea. He's capable of anything."

"Why did he?" I spoke up. It felt like years since I've spoken but its only been a few minutes. "I never wanted to ask as I knew it was a sensitive topic for him. But why? How come his father disowned him?"

Jungkook blew out a breath, as if the weight of that secret was pressing down on him like an anvil. I have always wondered this; the reason behind Taehyung's ban. He never told me nor does he really talk about his family as that is a sensitive subject for him. When he did, it was negative. He truly despises his father with all of his heart.

"His father deals in trade. Most of the trade involves that of valuables," He chuckled somewhat bitterly, causing me to furrow my brows and suck in a breath just waiting to hear more. "Specifically...drugs...or other illegal items that I don't know," All of this information was already enough to make me want to hide under a bed, never to see the daylight and wallow away in the darkness. Drugs? Other illegal trinkets? His father was someone that was large in Seoul, he was richer than rich and smarter than most scientists, or so Jimin told me. I wouldn't have guessed this. "He inherited the role as leader from his mentor, Taehyung said. Taehyung told me this before he confronted his dad and became removed from the Kim name. I guess his dad wanted Tae to follow him through what he did, but Taehyung didn't want to."

"This is insane," Mickey piped in. "Why don't we call the cops on his dad then?"

"Like I said, he made friends with the cops so they wouldn't be suspicious around him. He's smart," Jungkook sighed. "I was there when Taehyung confronted him. He ended up attacking him and beating him down like he was nothing. I pulled Taehyung off before anything really bad went down, but sometimes I regret I did."

I couldn't even begin to comprehend this whole situation. What happened to worrying about exams or the protagonist in the dramas I watched or even when Taehyung tried to kiss me. I thought worrying about that was too much, but this...this took the trophy for biggest anxiety show. Mr. Kim was in a cartel and wanted Taehyung to follow in his stead, but when he refused things got messy. Has my life just become a drama itself in the matter of ten minutes?

"What do we do then?" Mickey asked, her arm had found its way around my shoulders, bringing me closer to her side for comfort.

"Wait. That's all we can do. Namjoon Hyung said he'll send someone over to get us if they found him, but who knows how long that will be." Jungkook seemed lost just as much as Mickey and I. It was as though the world shifted into this dark realm that transformed everything sweet and nice into a chaotic dream. I wish I was dreaming? I would ask Mickey to pinch me if I wasn't so scared to be pinched.

"He went to his acting meeting," I told Jungkook. "He should still be there, right?"

"He said he would be done by noon and it's past that already," Jungkook bit his lip, maybe thinking of anything to resolve this. "No car, so he's walking back. That would take another hour. Hopefully the guys find him. Luckily they took the truck so it can be quicker."

"I need some water," I talk, my mouth feeling like twenty cotton balls were there, drying up my tongue. Mickey suggested she could get it for me, but I shook my head and left the room, leaving the two to converse amongst themselves. What a nightmare. An absolutely terrible way to end the day. The beautiful sight I saw outside of the window was now a distant memory, as if the blue had faded to a midnight black of emptiness. What was going to happen? Where was he?

When I walked out, I spotted Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi in the living area. Jin was repeatedly fixing the books on the shelf next to the television in a nervous habit, Hoseok was laid back against the couch while his eyes stared into nothingness, and Yoongi was on the other sofa, his head phones on but this time the plug wasn't in the earphone jack like usual. He was just peacefully sitting there with his eyes scanning the ceiling as if that was the most interesting thing on the planet.

"Ona," Jin spoke up, rushing over and immediately hugging me to him. "They'll find him. I promise. It's going to get solved."

I didn't even speak, but instead, hugged him back. I buried my face in the soft, cotton of his shirt, breathing in the scent of the fresh linen smell of the detergent, trying to calm my nerves.

"I sent someone else out to look for him," Yoongi spoke up. "She's good when it comes to finding people." He nodded to me and I gave him a small smile.

"How did you do that? I thought you said you could be traced?" Hosoek asked, looking over at his friend.

"It's me," Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Isn't that the only explanation you need?" It only made Hoseok chuckle, which faintly put a smile on Yoongi's face, something I have never really seen.

"Thank you." I said back. I truly was grateful for them all. Without them, it would have been an empty and boring world. These boys are my family.

"I'm sure we'll be updated in no time," Jin rubbed my back, comforting me as much as possible. "In the mean time, I'll make us some food to keep us going." He left to the kitchen, having me walk to sit besides Hoseok who gave me a warm smile.

Taehyung, where are you?

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Oh hey, how are you? Yes, I am here and I am writing 0.0 Anyway, wow that was a chapter huh? Wasn't expecting this near the end of the book? Well, there's that climactic part of the story! Just remeber that Mr. Kim isn't Taehyung's actual father. It's a fake dad XD This was actually going to be a different bad thing, but I liked my second option better!

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