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"same address, i'm assuming?" taehyung hummed again, rising from his couch as he'd grabbed a drink from his kitchen.
"yeah, and one of the workers at the museum helped me figure out the rest of the code. it's a painting number and hall letter, yet one part has been confusing me."
"ah, okay. tell me if you find out anything different. talk to you later, tae."
before taehyung could even say goodbye hoseok had hung up the phone. after the ominous, intolerable beep the phone had given, he'd pushed the end call button himself and shut off his phone.
things, to taehyung, seemed to become worse by the moment; adverse and unnerving.
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