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Edited: 8-9-19

Jungkook's POV: 7 September, 2035

*about a weeks time skip*

(don't worry, not much happened during this time, they're still trying to figure out how to get Jimin back, Jungkook is sad that his birthday passed without Jimin, Jimin is still contemplating whether or not he should trust Yeri.)

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We still hadn't gotten Jimin back. I thought I came up with a brilliant plan, but Mr. Yi said it would only get us killed. Guess he didn't like that plan then.

Jimin missed my birthday. I didn't even feel like celebrating it, because I was physically and mentally sick. I was sick of not having Jimin. I was sick of his aura not around. I was sick of missing his multiple transformations between forms he used to do for training even though it annoyed me so much and still does. I was sick of missing his high pitched voice and his lovable eyes that you could drown in whenever you looked deep into them. I missed Jimin. On top of that, I had a damn fever.

I sat at the desk in my room. My thoughts were infested with Jimin. Nothing else seemed to matter. I hadn't even eaten yet... not since Jimin disappeared... That's a tiny lie, I had a sliver of cake on my birthday, but that's all.

"Jungkookie..." Yoongi's voice sounded from the outer walls of my room.

"Hyung? Come in..." I said cautiously. Yoongi slowly opened the door, but I hadn't looked up from my work. My head was beginning to spin from the lack of food. I've been living on the special flavoured water for the past week... not a good investment. I just don't have time to eat right now.

Within a few seconds of Yoongi's arrival, the smell of some sort of well cooked meat flooded my senses. Jin must've been at us again... I turned around to face Yoongi, who, as I suspected, had a plate of food in his hand.

"For you." Yoongi said in a quiet tone. He handed me the plate. I shook my head and gently pushed it back.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't think you're fooling anyone when you say you've been eating well. You've become visibly skinnier, and Jin-hyung was the first to notice. Eat." Yoongi said, placing the plate of food on my desk.

"I don't have an appetite."

Yoongi let out an annoyed laugh. "No shit, you've been starving yourself for the past few days or so. Fucking... eat the food, Jungkook."

"I'm fine." I turned back to my work, ignoring the tempting plate, sitting only inches away from my reach.

"Look, kid. I know we aren't always on the best of terms considering..." Yoongi's voice trailed slightly and I turned around to face him. "Considering our elements... but I'm saying this as your teammate... and as your friend... that you need to eat." Yoongi inhaled deeply.

I opened my mouth to speak, but shyly decided against it. This is out of character for Yoongi.

"We need to focus on Jimin... I know... but your health serves in getting him back. Stay healthy, you'll be more energised and focused... we'll get him back sooner than later..." Yoongi nodded, and began to leave.

"Hyung." I say before he walks out the door.

"Huh?"

"Thanks."

He gave a small smile before exiting the room. I think... I'm going finish this plate of food... Jimin can you wait just a few more minutes?

Jimin's POV: 7 September, 2035