I Work for a Jerk

I love you

This one is kind of long because the last one was rushed and kind of ehh... so it's a present!

Jungkook was back. His flight landed a little less than a week ago, and he has yet to show up to work. From what I know, he was going to all of his meetings and completing everything, just from a different location. Part of me wished he would show up, but that was a very small part.

It was Saturday, my day off. I was sitting home alone watching whatever was on. I had about five blankets on as well as long pants and shirt and I was still cold. I don't even know why, the heater was on and all the windows were closed. Maybe I was getting sick.

My phone rang then, causing me to roll my eyes and left it for voicemail. It was all the way on the table, and that would mean taking my arm out of the warm blanket. I closed my eyes, thinking maybe sleep would do me good if I was getting sick, but my phone rang again. With an irritated sigh, I reached out, half falling off the couch as I tried to reach it.

"What?" I sighed, not bothering to look at the caller id.

"Drew?" My stomach dropped at the state of the voice. "I need help, I really need help."

I sat up immediately. "Kianna?" My voice shook slightly. "Help? What's wrong? Where are you?"

"Bryce-"

"Hey!" A muffled voice came from behind. "Is she on her phone? I told you stupid, take that away!"

"Kianna-" I tried, but the line went dead. My thumbs fumbled as I tried to call her back, but I got a text from her. It was a location.

I quickly put it into maps only to see that she was halfway across the country. Nevada, it looked like. I blinked, my breathing increased as I tried to think of what I could do. Part of my brain recognized that voice I heard in the background. I told myself it was Bryce because that was the last thing she said, but I thought that maybe it was-

"Whoa." Chris stopped in his tracks at the door when seeing me. "What are you watching, Outlast?"

"That's a video game not a movie." Imani hit him in the arm.

I only shook my head, bolting up from the couch and into my room. I started throwing clothes out of my closet, grabbing something to wear and shoes.

"Okay..." Chris said slowly, looking into my room. "What's up?"

"I have to go."

"Go where?" Chris's voice finally started to show worry.

"Police station." I said point blank.

"Police station?" Chris grabbed my arm as I tried to pass him. "What is going on?"

"Kianna called and she sounded in danger." I explained with inpatients. "She sent me a location after the phone cut off and it is all the way in Nevada. I don't know what to do, but going to the police station sounds like the most logical."

"Alright hold on." Chris urged. "Are you sure you aren't jumping to anything."

"Yes i'm sure." I spat, ripping my arm from his grip.

"If it was really that important, don't you think she would have called the police herself? Or your dad maybe? Why would she call you?"

"I don't know. If it is nothing, then it is nothing and the police can figure that out for me, but if it is something and I did nothing," I clenched my jaw. "Look, i'll be back okay? Don't wait up."

"Wait!" Chris called right as I was out the door. I turned in annoyance. "Come on." He nodded to Imani. "We'll come with you."

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