TARGET- The World Is A Mystery { J.JK }

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"Guys—" Jungkook suddenly muttered, looking up from his computer screen, eyes widening.

"What is it!?" I asked, immediately getting up from my chair in a swift motion, walking over to his table. The urgency in his voice had sent a surge of adrenaline through me.

The others joined us, gathering around Jungkook as he clicked open the call log we'd been combing through for days. His hands hovered over the keyboard for a second, as if double-checking what he'd just seen.

"Look at this," he said, his voice low but tense. He highlighted a series of numbers that we’d all assumed were insignificant.

I leaned in closer, narrowing my eyes at the screen. The logs showed a pattern, subtle but now unmistakable.

"These aren't just random calls..." Jungkook continued. "Each of the victims received a call from the same number exactly 24 hours before they went missing."

My breath caught in my throat. "How did we miss this?"

"It's too well hidden," Namjoon said, running a hand through his hair. "The calls were made using an encrypted number, masking the location and real identity of the caller. But the time pattern... that’s the key."

"It gets worse," Jungkook added, his fingers flying over the keyboard. He brought up the latest victim’s log, then scrolled through the data quickly. "The next call... is scheduled for tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow?" Nari echoed, her face paling. "That means—"

"We have less than 24 hours to prevent the next disappearance," Yoongi finished, his voice grim.

My heart pounded as I stared at the screen, trying to process the gravity of the situation. "Who’s the next target?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook hesitated before pulling up the information. "It’s a journalist," he said, meeting my gaze. "She wrote an exposé on a corporate scandal a few years ago. It looks like she’s been digging into something again recently... something big."

"Doesn't this mean there's a connection between the victims? This can't be a coincidence," Nari said, a worried frown settling on her face.

"But what's the link?" Jimin asked, leaning over Jungkook's shoulder to scan the details. "A journalist, a businessman, a teacher... they all seem to have nothing in common."

"Except that they were all targeted," Namjoon pointed out, his voice heavy. "Whoever is behind this... they want to make sure no one can speak out about whatever it is they’re hiding."

"Looks like we have less time than we thought," I said, pulling out my phone. "We need to warn her, track down this caller, and figure out what connects them all."

"And quickly," Yoongi added, his eyes narrowing at the screen. "Because if we don't, tomorrow will be too late."

The room fell into a tense silence as the weight of the next few hours hung in the air. We were running out of time, and the clock had just started ticking...

"Guys... can we not tell Yunjin?" I blurted out suddenly, the words escaping my lips before I had time to really think them through.

The room went silent, and all eyes were suddenly on me. Jungkook, who had been furiously typing on the keyboard, froze mid-action, his fingers hovering over the keys. Nari raised an eyebrow, Yoongi's face was unreadable, and Namjoon slowly crossed his arms, staring at me like I'd just suggested something absurd.

Jimin was the first to break the silence. "What? Why wouldn't we tell Yunjin? She's our mentor."

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to find the right words. "I don’t know, it’s just—" I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "There’s something... off about her. Ever since this case started, I’ve had this weird feeling around her. Like she knows more than she’s letting on."