gone [yoonmin]

one

Park Jimin was a twenty-two-year-old college student. He was taking international classes online. He was practically a genius yet he was stupidly in love when it came to Min Yoongi.  

The latter was hardly an inch taller than Jimin, but it wasn't something you would pay attention to. The first thing everyone seems to notice about Min Yoongi is his strange fashion sense. He wore dark clothes and his eyes were always covered by dark Ray Bans. It wasn't so strange to see someone in all-black per se, it was the fact that he and Jimin were so different. They were the only reason people didn't call bullshit on the whole "opposites attract" storylines.

Park Jimin was a bright boy, not just intellectually, but through his clothing and the way he spoke. Practically everyone was smitten for the boy, but they all knew just who he belonged to, so no one dared to make a move. Yoongi was frightening, according to rumors. Jimin saw past those rumors, however, and opted for getting to know Yoongi himself instead of listening to silly rumors probably created out of envy.

Now, Jimin didn't know everything about his boyfriend. They've only been together for six months, and in his opinion, it wasn't enough time to learn everything about the other. Though, he knew Yoongi liked to keep to himself, so Jimin didn't push.

...

It was a rainy Friday in January. The temperatures were finally above freezing and Jimin didn't need to worry about the ice making his walk to work more difficult. He wrapped his large parka around his tiny frame and yanked his hood over his head as he walked his usual route to the bookstore where he spent most of his time at--besides at home and on his laptop, taking his American college courses. 

Just then, he heard the soft murmurs of two women ahead. There were sitting in lawn chairs underneath the safety of their front patio. "I heard another disappearance happened last night."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows as he walked closer, trying hard not to eavesdrop.

"Oh, really? Was it another boy?" the other female spoke softly, sipping at her mug.

"Yes. Around the same age, too. Poor boys," the first lady answered and as Jimin walked past their patio, he saw her shake her head out of the corner of his eye, "The police have hardly done anything to find the other missing boy. I really hope they do something about this one." 

Jimin huffed as the women's conversation became fainter and fainter the farther he walked, and Jimin contemplated calling Yoongi just to see if he was okay. He knew he would be. Yoongi was tough and had no trouble taking care of himself. Instead, he carried on, crossing the almost-deserted street. 

When he arrived at the bookstore, Taehyung was already there with another employee of theirs, Namjoon. Taehyung was unlocking the door when Namjoon turned his head at the sound of Jimin's bright blue rainboots splashing into a large puddle.

"Hey, Jimin-ah," Namjoon greeted, a smile on his face.

"Hey, Namjoon-hyung," Jimin greeted as he watched Taehyung.

"Jiminie-hyung!" Taehyung called, his usual boxy grin on his face as he pulled the older into a hug before leading him into the dry building. 

"Hey, Tae. How'd you sleep?" Jimin asked sweetly, following the younger and Namjoon to the counter. 

"Oh, horrible! I watched the news before bed--terrible idea, by the way!-- and another boy went missing last night! Remember that Jeongguk boy I mentioned--the one I went to school with--he's gone! " Taehyung cried out as he sat on the stool and buried his face in his hands.

Jimin frowned and hurried over to comfort his closest friend. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. Do they have any idea of who's doing this?"