MISSING PIECE || JIKOOK ✅

27.

JIMIN POV

"Baby?" Jungkook called from upstairs.

"Could you call Jih's phone?"

"He's not picking up for me."

I'd gone into the kitchen to
find us something to eat for dinner but now I poked my
head out the door to shout
back.

"He's not in his room?"

Jungkook came down, worry etched into his features.

"No, he went out the window
and I don't know where to
or how long ago."

"I mean, he's probably gone
to the park or something
but I really don't need this
on top of everything else."

"No, I get it."

"It's been a long day."

I led him into the kitchen
with me and made him sit
down on one of the chairs.

"Maybe he'll pick up the
phone for you."

"He might just be mad at me
for whatever reason."

"Did you have a fight?" I
asked, resting one of my
hands on Jungkook's shoulder.

"No but he's turning into a teenager and I don't always understand what makes him angry."

"I'm worried his mother tried
to talk to him and made him
run out without thinking."

"He's only twelve and he's reactive and vulnerable and
I should have been here."

Jungkook rested his head in
his hands.

Through the fabric of his
clothes, I felt his body
tighten with worry.

"It's going to be okay." I
said.

"I'll try calling him and I'm
sure we'll have him home in
no time and then you can
talk about what happened."

He nodded, while I got my
phone out of my pocket
and started dialing.

C'mon, Pick up.

I let it ring until the call
went to voicemail and then
I tried again.

I wasn't going to give up.

Not like this.

Not even when the second
call went to voicemail too.

Jungkook wanted me to be his partner and I was going to
help him get through this.

Together, we were going
to find Jih and bring
him home.

"He won't pick up." I said.

"Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?"

"We could go and check."

Jungkook raked a hand
through his hair.

"I don't know."

"I'll try calling his friends."

"That's a good idea."

While Jungkook fiddled with
his phone, I went up the
stairs and into Jih's room.

Maybe I could find some clues
as to where he had gone.

Michel followed at my heel, curiously sniffing at Jih's
desk chair before jumping
on the boy's bed and curling
up on it.

That was probably where Jih's scent was the strongest.

Michel liked Jihyan.

The boy had rescued him
out of the cold, after all.