Leap of Faith: BTS Hyung Line FF

Lost Girl

"I haven't heard from her."
"If she calls, let us know. Please. We're so worried."
"I know. I'll look around her favorite spots."
"Thank you, Hana."

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Jin couldn't control the panic that set in when he realized Winter was gone. The hotel room seemed normal, except for some things that had been knocked off of the dresser. The only thing that was really missing was Winter.

For the briefest of moments, he had hoped that she went back to the dorm on her own. However, the others confirmed that she was, in fact, not there at all.

He managed to calm down for the next few hours. They all did. Hoseok and Namjoon sat on the sofa, tapping away endlessly as they waited. Jin paced the kitchen, and Yoongi disappeared into his bedroom entirely.

The real panic began when she didn't come home, not in the following hours, not at all. Night turned to dawn, and she was still unexplainably missing.

Jin couldn't stand it anymore. He went out early that morning to drive around the city just in case he could spot her cowering in an alleyway or something. Even if it was unlikely, he wanted to try anything he could.

He returned a few hours later with nothing to show for his efforts.

Hoseok was sitting by his phone, staring down mindlessly at the screen as if Winter would just call to make it all better.

The screen stayed dark.

Namjoon periodically called Hana, and the two corresponded the entire time they looked for her.

Of course, neither were able to find her.

They were beginning to fear the worst. If her father had come to take her back to America, there was little they could do to find her and bring her home. Jin wasn't ready to lose her, not after everything. No one was ready to live a life without the enigma that was Winter Cary.

Just when they believed all hope was lost, there was a timid knock on their door. It was close to midnight, an entire day and a half after she disappeared, but Hoseok jumped up immediately to answer just in case it was her.

Relief hit him like a tidal wave, washing through him, stealing the breath from his lungs. It was Winter, as he had hoped with every fiber of his being. Taehyung, Jin, and Namjoon came to crowd around the door, but no one was entirely happy with what they saw.

She stood there in a disheveled state that stunned everyone into silence. There was a rip in her jeans on the side of her thigh and a tear in the fabric of her black tank top near her hip.

Her face was dirty, pale cheeks smudged with dirt over a tiny scratch below her eye. Those pretty eyes of hers were pitch black, like the deepest darkness, which was reason enough to be concerned.

More than anything, it was the way her arm reached across her chest so she could clutch her shoulder. The arm extending from that shoulder fell limply at her side.

Her eyes fluttered as her lashes dampened with tears.

"Mianhae," she whimpered. "I'm so sorry." Jin pulled all of the boys away from the door by their arms, giving her room to step into the dorm. Hoseok closed the door behind her.

She leaned into Namjoon's chest, who was closest to her. He buried a hand in her long raven locks and held her firmly against him, his own eyes threatening to water with worry.

"Thank you for coming home," he said, unsure of what happened, not wanting to blame her for something that seemed entirely out of her control.

"Winter, what hap--"