WARNING: this story mentions the triggering topics of:
- rape
- suicide
- mental health
- death
- scenes that are 18+
- unjust law
- and other scenes that may be triggering.

-- please, please, please, if you find any of these topics triggering, and something that can make you sad or ruin your mental health, please do not read this book, or continue with caution. I, in no way, want to romanticise any of these topics. These topics are real life situations and nothing that should be joked about or treated lightly. If you ever need to seek support, or someone to talk too, please do not handle it alone, talk to someone or seek guidance from helplines.

WHERE IS MR PARK?
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The shrill sound of a phone rings through the dead of night, the rain heavily pounding against every window in the house that Jeon Jungkook lived in.

Groggily, the twenty five year old male sits up, the sleep still evident in his state, lips dry, eyes half shut, small groans escaping his lips as he struggles to make the effort to sit upright. He reaches outwards, looking around for his phone on his nightstand. A simple act never seemed to complicated. Shortly after, he finds the phone, eyes squinting at the brightness of it before he sees that it is an unknown number.

Who could be phoning him at this time?

Looking over to his partner, who was fast asleep, Jungkook sighs, letting his phone go silent. Slamming the thing down, he proceeds to close his eyes to get some rest before he needs to wake up again in the early morning to get to his job: he worked as a marketer in a publishing company.

However, as much as Jungkook would have liked to begin to see daisies and roses, fields of buttercups and poppies, he didn't even get to reach the twinkling land of dreams before his phone starts to scream out at Jungkook to answer it.

"Jungkook, your phone," Jungkook's boyfriend, Mark, drawls out, huffing as he's awoken by the sound.

Jungkook groans, before sitting up once more, snatching the phone roughly from the nightstand, eyes squinting once more, he answers it, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Is this Jeon Jungkook?" A man's voice rings out, deep and rusty, almost like an iron pole that's been left out in the garden shed for too long. Jungkook scratches his head, "y-yes," he chokes out in his tired voice, clearing his throat a second later so that he could speak clearly.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but, your friend, Mr Park Jimin? He's gone missing."

At that moment, Jungkook springs out of bed, his eyes wide, the sleep vanishing from his body, "what?" Jungkook says, although he's heard what the man has said, he feels as though random people are going to jump out from behind his curtain, under his bed, from his closet and scream at him, "you've been pranked!"

"You and one other have been listed as he's emergency contact. Would it be too much to ask you if you could come to the crime scene to see it? And then we would have to interview you of course about Mr Park."

The man gets straight to the point, almost as if he hasn't got any time for Jungkook to cry, or even be shocked at the fact that someone has told him that his best friend since school has gone missing, and if that wasn't bad enough, the fact that there's no context to it; the feeling was made ten times worse.

"Wait, what are you trying to tell me? And who are you?" Jungkook frantically asks, pulling on some clothes with one hand.

Mark senses Jungkook's chaotic state, and jumps up from the bed to sooth his boyfriend, forcing the boy to sit down and take deep breaths, all the while rubbing his shoulders.

"My name is detective Lee, from the police department. Mr Jeon I understand that you are feeling distressed but there really is not that much time, please come to the crime scene to assess some things that we've found, we really think that you can help solve this case," he says, words short, and blunt, almost like a bullet.

Shakily, Jungkook sighs, "I'll be there, just tell me where to go," after getting the address, and writing it down on a piece of paper, Jungkook hears the line cut, and without a second glance, he finishes pulling his clothes on.

Mark however, doesn't let Jungkook go, "Jungkook you can't leave without at least telling me what's wrong! A phone call in the middle of the night, someone telling you to go to some sketchy address-"

"And what if there's a detective who's standing in the crime scene of my best friend, who needs me because anything can be of help right now!" Jungkook yells, the poor boy beginning to spiral out of control. Mark sighs, kissing Jungkook on the lips deeply, "be safe," he whispers, holding Jungkook close before letting him go.

"I will be."

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Kim Taehyung types away on his open laptop, working late into the night wasn't always something that he preferred, but he lived by the saying "when duty calls, you have to pick up," and so procrastinating wasn't something that tended to etch itself into his vocabulary.

He takes a sip of his coffee that was starting to grow cold, before his eyes sweep back to his laptop, reading the document that his assistant had sent him earlier on in the day.

Kim Taehyung's name was known in the business franchise. Having earned a degree in advertisement and business, he went on to create his own line of classes for people to study and learn from his own ways. A mere five years later, and Kim Taehyung was the CEO of his own company, and in partnerships with with other worldwide industries.

The man sighs, fingers running through his permed, raven locks.

He picks up his phone, dialing his assistant, "miss Jung, is your brother there?" He voices out. A soft no is heard and Taehyung's sigh deepens, "sorry to call you this late dear, if you have time tomorrow please go through the document you emailed me, take out whatever Manager Xiao has written and write back to him with the corrections. That is all."

The call is ended, and Taehyung goes back to rapidly typing away.

Nothing interesting of course, after working for hours on end, the excitement of actually doing it dies down like the last few loud beats of a song.

Taehyung stands up, walking over to his kitchen area of his penthouse. He didn't have a home since he lived alone anyways, no spouse, no roommates, he kept himself company over the years of focusing on becoming what others deemed as ridiculous.

"Where did I leave the mil-"

The sound of his phone buzzing disrupts him, and with a yawn, he walks over to his desk, stretching a little, like a tired kitten, expecting the call to be from Jung Hoseok.

"Taehyung?"

Taehyung chuckles to himself, he's hearing things. The last voice he ever thought he'd hear, with confusion he looks back at the caller ID. Instead of "Jung Hoseok", the ID read, "Jungkook". Eyes wide, Taehyung lets realisation of who was calling him, dawn upon him as if it was a bad song. Clearing his throat Taehyung finally speaks, "is there a reason as to why you're calling me Jungkook?"

The name felt unfamiliar in Taehyung's mouth, the way his voice seemed to speak delicately but with a hint of sharpness behind it, the tension between the two was definitely still clear, the same as it had been five years ago after the names on the A4 piece of paper had been signed.

"You need..." Jungkook pauses, probably to figure out the best way to break the news to Taehyung, and after a few seconds, Taehyung speaks up instead, not allowing the younger to speak, "if there's anything you need, I'd much rather you tell me than to faff around, I've work to do and this isn't making it any better."

"Jimin's missing."

Jungkook's voice is blunt, clear, and loud. But to Taehyung it's like he never really spoke at all. The world suddenly spinning as his fingers shake uncontrollably at the words he's just been told. "You and I have been listed as his emergency contacts, why? I have no idea but you need to come down to the crime scene Taehyung."

The sound of Jungkook saying Taehyung's name brings the man back to reality.

He's always been one to have control over his feelings. But this one time he struggled. He struggled to contain his shock. But Jungkook, Jungkook brought him back to the reality that right now, he needs to be strong.

Clearing his throat Taehyung speaks loudly, "J-" his voice cracks, and again, he clears his throat, "nothing bad has happened to Jimin, surely," Taehyung tries to get that one ounce of reassurance from Jungkook, but it fails miserably when there's a pause on the line.

"I think it's best if you come down here and see for yourself. I'll text you the address, make sure you ask for Detective Lee when you get here. I'll see you soon," and without another word, Jungkook ends the call, leaving Taehyung to stand hopelessly in his office for mere minutes more, until he snaps back into time, realising that there is no time to daze off.

Jimin's gone, and he needs to be strong and assume everything but the worst.

He had so many questions and so little time to ask them all. This news was the last type of news he wanted to hear. Especially on a normal, typical Tuesday night at three in the morning.

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