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Chapter 7

Jungkook sat in the same wobbly chair, in the same dusty warehouse. His throat was closing from the lack of water; his reaction time has slowed tremendously from the absence of food in his stomach.

He marked the days he resided in the same place with subtle scratches in one of the chair's legs. He felt the marks with his finger tips, feeling though those grooves where the only thing helping him cling to the outside world. The leg of the chair told him he had been in the same position, same place, for thirteen days.

Dried blood still glued to his forehead from the brutality of the men. When the door slammed open, a man walked in. He had been dressed in a suit, a red tie hug from his neck, teasing Jungkook, begging to be pulled and choke the man leaning over his hunched form.

It wasn't the boss, they said he had an emergency. He sent this man to just deliver a message.

The message left Jungkook bruised, beaten, and bloody.

He understood why he was in the position he was in. He started one too many gang wars that the Snake Leaders could handle. He fought with rival gangs for the hell of it, just to feel something.

Though, when the man was leaving, turning away from Jungkook's broken body, he heard him whisper to the man with the neck tattoo that when the boss does visit, he'll be asking questions. Before Jungkook could hear anymore, his body gave out on him, passing out under the stress his body was in.

The only thought running through his head, that kept him sitting up in the chair, and that kept him from talking, was Jade.

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Chan finally made the lawsuit public, surprisingly skyrocketing Front Banking's stock market by thirteen percent. All of our board members have been loyal, proving any of my suspicions wrong.

Jungkook hasn't been found yet, it's been thirteen days. The boys have been as quiet as ever. Hobi and Taehyung till keep the hope around, trying their hardest to keep the mood of the conversation happy.

President Chul has kept his wits about him and have kept the press and paparazzi under control. Namjoon has kept the online forums and news articles subdued.

Statements from both parties have been released, Chan arguing mistreatment from the company, with return fire from myself.

Though no matter how hard i focus on the company and the lawsuit Jungkook is alway on the back of my mind. Wondering if he's eaten, if he's healthy, if he's on the other side of the world, or if he's even alive.

A bang broke my thoughts, snapping my head up, a droopy Jimin stood at the entrance of my bedroom. The door closing against the hinges caused the ruckus.

Suddenly aware of my surroundings, I shout out off the thick silk comforter and remained upright, my legs remained under the covers. I had previously been asleep and had only just woken.

The boys had been sleeping over for the past four days, just in case any news came of their missing member.

"Jimin! Christ, you scared the shit out of me!" I huffed. I relaxed and stretched my sleeping stiff muscles.

"I can't do this anymore," Jimin said, he started pacing around the room. "I can't huddle in fear at night that Jungkook is dead and one of us will be next. I can't deal with that."

"Jimin, come here," i said, i offered my arms wide and he crawled in between them. "Jungkook is one tough kid, he's alive."

"How do you know that?" he asked.

"I just do, don't you?"I asked,though my past pessimistic thoughts, I still knew he wasn't dead . "I feel as though I'd know if he was gone."

"Yeah, i suppose you're right," he sighed, he shifted back. The both of us say in front of each other with our legs crossed.