Namjoon closed the door after the last police officer left, feeling numb and exhausted.

They had each all been interrogated and questioned, and Namjoon had finally gotten the officers attention away from them and directed it to where it should be: at Min Byungwoo.

They said they were searching for him, but they had nothing to go off of, and after searching the nearby areas where he was likely to be, they hadn't found a trace of the criminal or his hostage.

Namjoon sank onto the couch, too tired to go up the stairs to his room, and buried himself under a heavy blanket, wishing he could have Yoongi in his arms just one more time.

This was so much worse than last year, when Agust was holding Yoongi captive in his own mind. At least Namjoon still could hold the boy close and make sure he was physically okay.

But now, he was God knows where going through God knows what- and Namjoon could only cry because there wasn't a damn thing he could do to save him.

"Yoongi...baby..." he hugged himself under the blanket, curling up into a tight, small ball. "I...please, be okay. Please..."

He had Suga to protect him, Namjoon knew Suga was strong and would do anything to protect Yoongi, and he feared for the alters safety as well.

And poor, innocent baby Yoonie...he had no idea what was going on. He was having a playdate with Jiminie and then the next thing he knew, he would be staring into the face of the worst man alive.

The fact he wouldn't be able to punch Byungwoo and save Yoonie was enough to send him into a fresh depression and he sobbed.

"Namjoon...?" Seokjins hesitant voice sounded from above the blanket cave.

Namjoon ignored him, burying his face into the pillow. He didn't want to talk to anyone but Yoongi.

Or Jungkook.

But neither were possible right now.

"Namjoon...please."

Namjoon felt a dip in the couch as the boy sat down, and a hand touched his leg over the blanket. "Nam-"

"No!" Namjoon kicked out and Seokjin cried out, jumping up. "I told you! Don't ever fucking touch me again!"

Hoseok ran into the room after hearing Seokjin's cry. "Jin! Love!" He quickly helped the boy up. "You okay?"

Seokjin rubbed his bruised thigh and looked at the boy under the blanket with hurt eyes. He turned away and grabbed Hoseok close, crying silently into the boys chest.

Hoseok frowned as he held Seokjin close.

Understandably, Namjoon was not okay. But hurting the others and refusing to even look at them wasn't going to help save Yoongi.

But he also knew trying to tell this to Namjoon would be like trying to convince a brick wall to bend.

He sighed and guided Seokjin out of the living room. "It's okay, Jinnie. He just needs some time, probably some therapy too."

Seokjin sniffed and looked at him with watery eyes. "Where's Tae? I haven't seen him since last night."

"I don't know, he's not picking up his phone." Hoseok checked his device again, seeing the ten unanswered calls to Taehyung.

Seokjin buried his face back into Hoseok's shirt. "Why is all of this happening? I thought...we were going to be okay. His dad was locked away, Yoongi was here, Taehyung was here, Jungkook was here...everything was supposed to be okay."

"Hey, come on, it'll be alright." Hoseok lied. "Come on, how about we drive to the bakery and you make something delicious? It'll take your mind off of things."

Seokjin didn't feel like he could ever have the passion to bake again, but he knew Hoseok was just trying to help, so he sighed and pushed himself off the boy. "Okay."

Hoseok smiled at the boys effort and kissed him. "Wait in the car, baby. I'll tell Jimin and Joon where we're going, and they can call us if anything changes."

Seokjin nodded and trudged away, with Hoseok watching him go.

He sighed once he was alone in the hallway, slamming his fist onto the wall. "Fuck...Jungkook...we need you now more than ever."

-

"Namjoon?" Hoseok called, lingering in the foyer. "Jin and I are heading to the bakery. Do you want anything?"

No answer from the boy under the blankets.

"Will you call us if they find anything?" Hoseok pleaded.

Namjoon ignored him.

Hoseok sighed. "Alright, you know where to find us if you need anything. We...we love you, Numbug."

There was a growl at the nickname and Hoseok stiffened and hurried outside.

Under the blanket, Namjoon sighed deeply, pulling the collar of the sleep shirt over his nose, inhaling Yoongi's scent.

The shirt was originally his, but Yoongi had stolen it and worn it so many times that it smelled like the tiny teacher, and Namjoon refused to take it off or let anyone wash it.

"Yoongi..."

He heard footsteps gently come down the stairs and knew it was Jimin.

"...JoonJoon?" Jimin whispered, even though they were the only ones in the house. "I had a nightmare...can...can we cuddle?"

Namjoon said nothing, and Jimin bravely approached the couch. "Please...I know you're mad...but whenever I had a nightmare, J-...he would always hold me close and I would feel safe and I could fall asleep again...I'm so tired...please..."

There's wasn't a response from the blanket, and Jimin hesitated, before climbing onto the couch. "Namjoonie?"

He risked laying down beside the blanket covered figure.

As soon as Jimin touched him, Namjoon suddenly shoved the boy off the couch with as much force as he could use, and Jimin cried when he hit the hard floor.

Namjoon sat up, frustrated he couldn't be alone without everyone bothering him. "I said not to touch me! How many fucking times do I have to say this?! You're fucking tired you can't sleep? Well me fucking neither! At least you know exactly where Jungkook is! You know exactly what's being done to him! I don't get that same luxury! I don't know where Yoongi is or what he's going through! And it's all because of you. Stupid. Fucking. Idiots!"

Jimin gasped, tears welling up in his eyes. Before they could fall, he scrambled to his feet and ran up the stairs.

"Running away won't fix all the pain you caused!" Namjoon shouted at him. "I'll never forgive you!"

He could hear the pinkette's crying from down the stairs and he growled, not wanting to have to listen to it.

He grabbed his jacket and slipped on his shoes, slamming the door shut behind him as he marched into the chilly weather.

There was only one place Namjoon could go that slightly eased his troubles.

He pulled open the doors to the library and took a deep breath, the comforting smell of books calming him down slightly.

He went right to the crime section and scanned the titles, pulling out a few books and stacking them in his arms. Satisfied he had every book related to kidnapping and crimes done by family members, he went to a secluded table in the back to start reading.

The most likely reason for an abduction is for human trafficking- forced labor, slavery, illegal organ trade, or sexual abuse.

Roughly 75 percent of abduction murders occur within 3 hours after the person goes missing.

Approximately 2,000 people go missing every day.

It's more likely for a family member to kidnap a child than a stranger, with girls more likely to be taken than a boy.

Namjoon didn't know what time it was, but suddenly someone was shaking him awake and he blinked, seeing the librarian looking down at him.

"The library closed ten minutes ago, sir." She said. "Were you going to check these books out?"

Namjoon shook his head, quickly scooping up the numerous thick textbooks. "No, I already finished reading them. Sorry, I didn't realize the time- I'll put them back-"

She placed her hand on his arm. "It's okay sweetheart, I'll do that. You go home and get some rest. It looks like you need it."

Namjoon sighed but set them back onto the table. "Sorry, thank you."

He pulled his jacket back on and reluctantly headed out of the library.

It was dark out now, and he had several missed calls from Hoseok and Seokjin, which he swiped away.

He walked back home, scanning the empty streets as if he would see Yoongi or Byungwoo just walking down the sidewalk.

Uselessly, he called Yoongi's phone again.

It rang a few times, before cutting out suddenly, and with a broken heart Namjoon realized Yoongi's phone just died.

He bit back tears, staring at the error screen on his phone, the message blocking his contact picture of Yoongi. The boy was smiling, his perfect, pale skin shining in the sunlight, his black hair a fluffy mess from the wind, and a warm white sweater covering his shoulders.

As he passed under a streetlight, something glittered and caught his attention.

His wedding ring.

He stared at it, tilting his hand back and forth to make the diamonds shine under the light.

"Yoongi...pervert, asshole...how did such a tiny being take up such a big place in my heart?"