𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

35. Missing

Alba's POV

Sometime in the middle of your sleep, a loud banging on the door jolted you awake. Startled, you sat up, running your hands through your disheveled hair, trying to clear the fog of sleep from your mind. Yawning, you stumbled to the door, wondering who could be knocking at this hour.

When you opened the door, your eyes widened in shock at the sight of Taehyung standing on the other side. He was dressed casually in a white t-shirt with loose-fitting olive-colored sweatpants and white shoes. He was standing, with hands in his pockets. His messy, curly hair framed his face, and his deep, intense eyes held a look of concern.

For a moment, he seemed surprised to see you, but he quickly masked it with a calm, composed expression. "Where's Jimin?" he asked, his tone urgent but controlled.

You blinked, trying to shake off your confusion. "He's at the meeting." you replied, your voice thick with sleep. "Isn't he?"

Taehyung frowned. "The meeting ended like two hours ago." he said, his voice tight with worry.

The realization hit you like a wave, and anxiety clawed at your chest. "Two hours?" you repeated, your heart skipping a beat.

His jaw clenched, a flicker of tension evident on his face. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning your appearance. The sight of you in Jimin's clothes didn't escape his notice, but he didn't comment on it.

"How long has he been gone?" he asked, his voice a low, commanding tone.

You wracked your brain, trying to recall the last time you had checked the time. "I'm... not sure." you admitted, your voice quivering slightly. "I fell asleep shortly after he left."

His expression hardened, his worry for Jimin turning into a sharp edge of concern. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number, holding the device to his ear.

As he spoke to someone on the phone, you shifted nervously, the silence in the room growing heavy with tension. You watched as Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone growing tighter.

"His phone is off." he muttered, disbelief and irritation blending in his voice.

Your heart thundered in your chest, fear and worry washing over you. Jimin had been gone for over two hours, and there was no way to contact him.

Your eyes widened, and you felt a knot form in your stomach. Standing straighter, a wave of panic washed over you. "What? But... where is he then?" you asked, your voice rising with anxiety.

All sorts of terrible thoughts began to flood your mind. What if something had happened to him? What if your bad luck had somehow affected him?

"Hey, what happened, Alba? I'm talking to you." Taehyung said, his voice softening as he tried to get your attention. His voice snapped you out of your internal panicking, and you looked up at him with wide, anxious eyes. "Sorry." you managed to say, feeling your hands shaking.

Taehyung noticed your distress and gently guided you to the bed, making you sit down on the edge. He knelt in front of you, his gaze searching your face. He tried to reassure you, "Hey, hey, look at me. We are trying to figure it out, okay? Don't panic. He has done this a few times before. I will kill him this time for sure."

Your thoughts were still hovering over the possibility that Jimin might be cursed because of you. You started blaming yourself.

Suddenly someone called Taehyung, coming towards you both. As he approached, you recognized his voice and jerked your face up to look at him. He saw you, and after a few moments, his gaze started examining your appearance from top to bottom. It was Jungkook.