With many things happening so fast in his 17 years long life, Seokjin could barely remember how he got to where he was, all he knew is that he's sick. Very sick. Orphaned after an accident he could barely recall and only saw in his nightmares, he wa...
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WARNING: TRIGGERING SCENES
Namjoon's anxiety level reached so high after he called Yunji with no avail, his brother was missing and nowhere to be found.
He tried hide his fear and anxiety from his mother just to keep her calm, but in reality his head filled with worst scenarios and thoughts, especially after he dialed his number countless times and the line never picked up.
What if he had a flare-up and fainted in the streets?
What if he got involved in an accident?
What if he got kidnapped?
Negative thoughts kept on popping in his head and he couldn't do anything to stop it, quickly bringing to feet into shoes then to the exit door. He put his thick jacket before opening the door to get out and find his brother.
"Namjoon? Where are you going at this hour?" Mrs. Kim asked curiously, peeking from the kitchen.
"Don't panic Mom, but I don't know where Seokjin is so I'm going to... make sure he's around here." Namjoon explained in a rush, not wanting to worry her. A short silence was her answer before she spoke.
"He's missing, right?" Hard to hide anything from your mother...
"Not exactly, don't worry I'll find him soon."
"Have you tried calling him?" She grabbed her phone, rushing and dialed her other son's number. Her skin turning pale after he didn't pick up.
"He's not picking up to anyone. I'll go look for him now, I'll call you as soon as I get any news."
Namjoon without waiting for an answer left home and ran to his brother's house which was next to theirs, the younger still went there from time to time for nostalgia, but he most of the time stayed with Namjoon.
The taller knocked the door and rang the bell multiple times but the door never opened. Plan B activated: he used the double key he had to come in Seokjin's house and look everywhere. Plan B was a fail too, as he found no Seokjin and no other things to help in finding him.
It was almost 11pm, rain poured heavily in fat, cold and heavy drops. And Namjoon was still running in the streets, tears streaming down his face, looking for his beloved little brother. He had tried calling his mother to see if Seokjin came back in his absence, even Yunji was included, but nothing was found.
He had looked everywhere: The park, the bridge, the mall, even the graveyard. But Seokjin was nowhere to be found. Namjoon would say he had completely vanished.
The latter lost all hope and felt exhausted from running around under the rain in the cold, his tears streamed waterfall, scared and worried sick of what could have become of his only brother. Just few feet away from going to the police station and report a missing case, school suddenly popped in his mind.
