Pretty Pretty Boyfriend [DISCONTINUED]

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"What do you mean, 'He's missing,'" Jimin mumbled as he was turned to the wall, a phone in his grasp as the light was blaring.

The person on the other line shuffled a hit before yelling, "I honestly can't get any clearer than this, you dumb fuck," Jungkook tugged at his hair in irritation, "He's missing! What else do you want me to say?"

Jimin licked his feet lightly against the frame of the bed, "When exactly did he go missing?"

"Well, I last saw him yesterday," Jimin nodded in response to the other's information, "Go on," he drawled our.

Jungkook's brows scrunched together, "Whatever, I'm just calling to make sure he isn't with the likes of you," He replied in a snark manner.

"If he was with me I wouldn't be asking all these questions." Jimin deadpanned as he stared at the soles of his shoes. It slowly dawned to him, that Yoongi—The, Yoongi, was missing.

"—Jimin! Can you hear me?"

"I'll get back to you." Jimin whispered as he hung up and tossed the phone aside, it flew onto the corner of his bed, ready to teeter off before flying once again only to meet the softness of the carpet.

Jimin threw his legs onto his bed, the springs lightly creaking as he drew his legs closer, his chin resting upon his clothed knees.

"Yoongi," The wind played with the delicate curtains hung on his curtains, "He's missing," he dug his forehead onto his knees, "Where could he have gone?"

Confusion danced in his vision. Worries embedded into his mind. And uncertainty taking control of his body. Nobody pegged him to be one to stress about things, and in most situations, that was the case.

But it was Min Yoongi who was potentially in danger. The small little boy who was always smiling, and singing (off-key) to openings of cute animes.

Jimin closed his eyes and fell asleep, feeling everything, and nothing.

***

"It's been two weeks," Taehyung whispered as he sat upside down on the couch. His long legs dangling over as he sun would sometimes graze his bare foot.

Jimin closed his eyes and shut his textbook, the calculus book didn't seem to hold much importance anymore, "Yeah." He whispered as he set the thick book aside, a cute little nightstand was by his side, "The police still don't know where he is."

"I doubt they're even trying," Taehyung grumbled as he slipped his phone into his pocket. The only remaining shoe on his left foot begin so slowly slide off until it hit the floor, "They should've found him by now."

Jimin said nothing as his pointer finger traces shapes onto the smooth cover of the book, "Perhaps," he mumbled, "I've never been so anxious in my entire life."

Taehyung ripped off his last sock before laying back down, hands folded across his chest, "You don't appear to be anxious. Quite the contrary, actually. You seem to be at peace."

Jimin bit back a chuckle, "I take my negative emotions and exert them into false positivity. I wouldn't say it's healthy, though."

"I second that," Jimin nodded along to the statement before hearing his phone go off. He excused himself briefly before taking out his phone and accepting the call.

"[Is this Jimin?]" A delicate voice lifted his mood immediately as he nodded rapidly, only to conclude that the person on the other line couldn't see him.

He foolishly smiled, "[This is he,]" Jimin felt his heart thud against his chest, the feeling of adrenaline and euphoria was certainly getting the best of him, "[Misses Min, do you have any reason to be calling me?]"

"[Well of course!]" she gasped over the phone, "[I have updates on Yoongi right now,]" she chewed on her lower lip, "[Though I can't say they're good.]"

His entire demeanor dropped in an instant. He heard light shuffling in the background; assuming it was Taehyung, he did nothing and sat on a counter, "[Well? Don't just leave me hanging, I want to know.]"

A deep sigh played, "[So, it's been absolutely confirmed that he was kidnapped—Not that he ran away.]"

"[Obviously, I knew that already.]"

"[How?]"

Jimin walked back to where Taehyung was now sitting normally, and took a seat beside him. The comfortable leather sunk in as he sat down and kicked a foot up, only to cross it over his other limb, "[Yoongi's pure, he wouldn't dare leaving—only to devastate his mother.]"

"[He doesn't even know my name,]" The woman's hands shook as she spoke, "[I'm sorry, Jimin, but i can't find it within myself to keep speaking to you any longer. I'll tell the police to contact you, so you know what else I've been informed.]"

The boy swallowed, "[I'm sorry, Misses Min.]"

"[You don't have anything to be sorry about.]"

The boy heard a long, low sound from his phone, indicating she had already hung up. He turned off his phone and looked at Taehyung who was looking down at the carpet- so pitifully quiet.

"Why don't you show people your true self?" Taehyung asked as he pulled his feet up to the couch, staring at Jimin with half lidded eyes.

The boy reached a hand and turned Jimin's head by the contour of his chin to make him look at him, "Because then, people won't like me."

"I like you. And I won't stop just because you changed." Taehyung soothed the boy and pushed himself up with his knees.

He was hovering over Jimin, his head at an angle with Jimin was still looking at him. Taehyung's bangs fell to the side as he slowly neared the boy, "If I was my true self, I'll only end up worrying others."

"I always worry for you, Jimin." He boy whispered, his low voice sending tingles throughout Jimin's body. He was so different- he was being serious, it was quite a rarity to see him like this, "Even when you're happy, or whatever, I always worry. So, you don't have a reason to hide behind a mask, Jimin."

Taehyung leaned closer while Jimin smiled.

"I guess I don't have a reason."