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There haven't been any signs of members in the group chat and Jimin was panicking. Jungkook was laying on his belly on the fluffy carpet, playing with plushies he recently received from Hoseok and making cute giggles while Jimin paced around the living room.

He had been trying to get a hold of Namjoon but no one would pick up the call. He didn't even know how many times he tried to call him. He didn't know what was going on but he was trying his hardest not to show his concern because of Jungkook.

"Hyungie, Tata doesn't want to pway with RJ, is he mad at him?" Jungkook pouted. Jimin sighed and knelt down in front of him.

"Why don't you want to play with RJ?" He asked Tata and took him into his hands. Jungkook stared at him with doe eyes and searched around to find his baby blue pacifier. He sat up and crossed his legs as he watched them.

"Because he ate all of my muffins!" Jimin said in a baby like voice as he shook the plushie. Jungkook gasped and looked at RJ. "Weally?"

"Why don't you make more of it, Kookie?" Jimin asked and smiled. Jungkook nodded and went to the kitchen then came back with a spoon and an empty bowl. "Kookie will make many muffins!"

Jimin placed a kiss onto his head and stood up. He took his phone from the table and checked for any messages, sighing once again after seeing nothing.

It's been two days since Namjoon vanished from the earth and not having Hoseok nor anyone to consult with was driving him crazy. Seokjin only mentioned he got a message but didn't say exactly what it said. He was thinking about calling the police, honestly. Namjoon would never do something like this.

His family called Jimin to ask about him and he couldn't help it but lie about how the poor boy was buried in books for their final exams.

He was so stressed and scared. He couldn't even eat or anything. If anything happened to his best friend, he would blame himself for the rest of his life. He was supposed to hang out with him two days ago but didn't, due to his dance practice classes till midnight. That was the last time he had heard of him.

Jimin was snapped out of his thoughts by the door bell and he ran up to the door, feeling slight wave of happiness wash over him. It was probably Namjoon. At least he hoped.

But his happiness turned to shock and disbelief when he saw four males standing at the door with bags into their hands.

"W-What? What are you doing here?"

"Tata now wanna pway! He loved my muffins!" Jungkook shouted happily from the hallway and waddled to the hall but gasped in tiny when he saw Taehyung with his arms crossed. Taehyung's mouth turned into a boxy smile and he knelt down before spreading his arms out. "Kookie! Come here baby!"

Jungkook giggled and ran up to him before jumping into Taehyung's arms and wrapping his own arms around the male.

"This won't work if we are far from each other. Will you let us in?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin nodded and moved to the side so they could walk in. Hoseok didn't, as he stood beside Taehyung and patted Jungkook on the head.

"Sorry for coming out of nowhere but it was the best decision we could come up with at the time." Hoseok said and smiled at him. Jimin frowned. Something was definitely going on. Yoongi and Seokjin had already walked in and sat on the sofa. "Come on, Kookie. Let's go inside. We brought you something."

Jungkook squealed and grabbed Taehyung's hand before aiming at living room where the rest of them were. He made Taehyung sit on the floor with him which the other gladly accepted.

"Can you tell me what is actually going on?" Jimin asked. He was frustrated. He had a bad feeling about it. They wouldn't risk and come to his place if it wasn't something serious. Seokjin pulled the phone out of his pocket and did something on it before he turned it around and gave it to Jimin.

Jimin frowned and took the phone then looked at the screen. His eyes widened and he screamed, dropping the phone on the carpet.

"Are you telling me my best friend is being held hostage?!"

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