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ᴊɪɴ ᴘøv: I pull up to the "Hobi Hut" (New hideout name *windshield laugh*) and get out, going around to Jungkook and picking him up out of the car, laying him on the sidewalk. I get the chloroform out of the glove box along with the rag next to it. Hobi runs up to the car, taking Jungkook from me. "I'll take him inside." He says. I nod, "Imma get the the ropes to tie him up." He nods, walking back into the Hobi Hut and setting him down.

When I get inside, I get a clear view of Hobi. Silver hair, new style, dark blue eye contacts, his Gucci Tux on, except the jacket part, because his Wings are out of his shirt. They're silver and sharp. I say, "Where's Namjoo? She did a great job!" "She's asleep in the bedroom. But, that's not the point..." He says. I tease him, "Oo... Did Hobi fuc-" "Shut the fuck up or I'll feed you to Kindlo." He says. I use my windshield laugh. He closes the front door before speaking again, "The point is... I gotta know this plan..."

I nod and explain it, "I'll go back to Big Hit, looking nice and sharpened up, like you. Then you'll call off this prepaid cheapo flip phone," I hold up the packaged phone and smile, "You dial '*67' before my number, then call. You tell me in a different voice that you have Jungkook and you're holding him at the museum. You inform me to gather BTS and put the phone on speaker so you can explain. When I do put it on speaker, tell them that we have 1 hour to get to the museum or you'll kill him. Tell them not to call the police or they're dead. Any questions?"

He nods, "What time do I call?" "At 10 PM exact." I say. "You really think this is gonna work?" He asks. I nod. Jungkook groans and starts moving. I get the chloroform and put it on the rag. Then I hold it against his face, "Just sleep, child..." I evilly chuckle as he struggles for a few seconds, then goes limp again.

"Get Namjoo and tell her to fix me up. I like your Rollie, by the way." I say then wink. He smiles then walks out and comes back moments later. "Hi Jinnie." She says with a smile. I return the smile and wave. Hobi says, "It turns out that she wasn't sleeping... She was on Snapchat. Ha ha." I chuckle, "Would you make me look good too, please?" She nods, "Sure thing. Sit there and I'll get started."

ʏ/ɴ ᴘøv: *20 ø'cløck* "Damn it, Kookie..." I say, dialing his number for the 5th time in a row and calling again. Someone finally answers...

*øи τʜε ᴘʜøиε*
??: *confused* "Hello?"
ᴍε: "Hello? Kookie?"
??: "No, actually, this is his friend, Yoongi."
ᴍε: "Nice to meet you, Yoongi, I'm Y/N, Kookie's friend also."
ʏɢ: "Oh... Well... What did you need from Kookie?"
ᴍε: "So... Some guy tried to break into my house, so Kookie got me a hotel room, but only for one night. He said he'd pay today also. I called him earlier, but someone else picked up, then hung up... Do you think he's okay?"
ʏɢ: "Well, Kookie would never leave his phone behind, so I hope nothing happened... But... His phone is in Jin's room. We haven't seen Jin nor Jungkook in like 2 or 3 hours. Kookie for more..."
ᴍε: "Oh no... I hope they're okay..."
ʏɢ: "Let me come visit you and I'll pay, okay? Don't worry. Just tell me where you are."
ᴍε: "I'm at some fancy hotel right next to Big Hit..."
ʏɢ: "On my way. Text me your room number, okay?"
ᴍε: "Awe~ Thank you, Yoongi~"
ʏɢ: "No problem, bye."
ᴍε: "Bye."
*ʜᴀиɢs μᴘ ᴘʜøиε*

ʏ/ɴ ᴘøv: I get a text after I hang up from an unknown number and I read it in my head, "This is Yoongi's number:" then his number. I send him a text, "Yoongi?" "Yeah. You just got off of the phone with me. I need your room number." He replies through text. I text him my room number and which floor I'm on. I wait for him to come. "I hope he's nice." I murmur to myself, then continue, "I mean... He sounded nice over the phone..."

ʏøøɴɢɪ ᴘøv: It's a walking distance. Just 5 blocks away. Sadly, I'm too lazy to walk, so I ride in the car. When I arrive, I pay her next night's stay, then I go to the elevator. I push the button and wait patiently. I could sleep right here, but I wanna find out about who she is to Kookie. As I'm waiting, I text her, "I'm here." I text her because I'm too lazy to look for the room number. I step out of the elevator.

When she opens her door and peeks her head out, she looks at me and smiles. It's just as if the world stopped and it's just me and her. "Hey. You look different than you sound." She says, snapping me out of my own little world. I smirk, "I could say the same for you." "Come in." She says with a smile. I smirk, bite my bottom lip, and follow her into her room.

I look around after closing the door and she says, "You can sit on the couch." I smile and nod, "Okay. Thank you." I sit and slouch, crossing my arms and staring at my shoes. She comes next to me with 2 cups of... Sweet tea? I think... She then sits next to me, handing me a cup. "Thank you." I say, then take a sip. Yep... It's fucking delicious tea. "Wow! You make it perfect!" I say with wide eyes and a big smile. Then I start to chug it. She giggles, "Thanks."

"So Kookie is just a friend to you, right?" I ask. "Yeah. He's really nice though." She replies with a smile. "Do you like him?" I smirk. She blushes, "Don't tell him, but yeah." "Aw... Cute~" I say. I think she noticed my empty cup because her next words are a question, "Would you like something else to drink? Or maybe more?" She asks. I nod, "But let me get it." I smile as I stand up and take her empty cup from her hand.

I walk into the kitchen, pouring the tea into the cups, but I add something extra into her cup... Namjoon made it for getting girls... He says it actually works. He calls it "LMLY" which stands for "Let Me Love You." She's Kookie's friend, but to me, she's more. I stole LMLY from Namjoon a while back and never had the chance to use it... Until now... She walks in and her voice makes me jump. "Hey almost done?" I turn around as she walks over to the cups and grabs one. 'Did she grab the right one?' Is all I'm asking in my head. "Why aren't you drinking yours, Yoongi?" I smile shyly and pick mine up, taking a drink.

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