Song of the soul

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Warning: they lose their parents in this chapter :(

Honestly, I struggled so much with this chapter, I hope it serves its purpose well because I would continually rewrite it if I didn't settle with one version, I hope you guys enjoy it even though it's not a happy time.

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Namjoon, Jungkook and I are cuddled together on the couch of their living room when my brother's phone suddenly rings and startles us out of a daze, his ringtone set louder to avoid missing anything from mom and dad.

We had enough time to go grocery shopping after the both of them were done cleaning up their place. We had time to start cooking a slow dinner, time to put it in the reheat drawer of the oven so it wouldn't go cold, and then eat the food because it was getting late, yet still no sign of life from either of them.

It's not like them to keep us in the dark and it's been taking me everything to avoid panicking, to not give free reigns to my anxiety, which would be more than able to blow this out of proportions.

My mind continually screams at me the most horrible things and I'm powerless to stop it from getting louder with every hour. Their plane crashed on the way, they got in an accident on the way here, or worse. What could be worse? I don't want to think about it.

They're fine. They'll be here soon. They'll apologize for being late, and everything will be well. Jungkook will get mad at them, but he'll still make them a warm tea with their favourite tea cookies, a soft blanket over their legs because it's chilly in here. Namjoon's a furnace, always so hot.

Namjoon and I hold our breath as Jungkook hurries and stretches a hand towards the coffee table to grab his device. We can see the desperation in his form, feel it, as he turns his phone around to see who's calling.

Namjoon pauses the tv show we were watching to give him a chance to hear whoever called, and we observe silently as my twin accepts the call with a frown, the number shown on the screen not one we recognize.

Five hours, we have waited for a sign of life, and for five hours, we have received nothing.

They had to take the plane to reach our city, otherwise using a car would've taken too much time. The possibility of it being late is there. They rented a car at the airport, so it's also possible that there was a mistake and they needed to get that taken care of first.

Those are points that Namjoon brought forward for our peace of mind. They probably forgot to charge their phones, they're always so confused when it comes to technology, so that could totally be it.

We've spent the last five hours trying to convince ourselves that they're fine, that they're simply late, but there's always that nagging worry at the back of your mind in such a situation, the what ifs eternal and invading.

What if they aren't fine? What if something happened and we simply don't know about it yet?

Jungkook stands up abruptly and makes a few steps away from the couch, his posture hardening and his legs flexing.

I feel the shift in the air as if a blanket that slides over my skin slowly. Panic, worry, fear. It makes me feel uneasy, my anxiety being fed with each intakes of air when I notice the wobbling to his bottom lip while the rest of his face remains impassive. What's wrong?

"Are you sure? You're not mistaken? T-they- maybe you got the wrong people, it's possible, right?" he asks with a trembling voice, a voice that I've never heard on him before.

He turns to look at me with sorrow stamped all over his face, and I feel my body freeze cold. He looks like he needs an anchor, no matter what kind, just something to keep him from falling into a dark endless pit.