Handsome Hitman ✓ Jikook

Chapter Thirty Four

(a/n- sorry, this chapter is kind of everywhere and not that good, I hope its not too confusing)

JIMIN

"M-Mmm...", I whimpered as my hands went straight to my head. Holding onto it as I covered my eyes from a blinding light. After struggling I opened my eyes up finally and looked around. "W-What..."

I'm home? I sat up slowly, still rubbing my head as I swung my legs to hang over the edge. How did I get home? What happened? It hit me hard though. The headache came fast after I realized. 

I was at work. The strange person came in, I called Jungkook, he came, then the strange person came again for the second time. The person was actually Taehyung. Me and Jungkook argued about if he should kill Taehyung. Then I assumed Jungkook was a bad guy. Then... Then when I went to call the police, he knocked me out...

I rubbed my face with the palms of my hands. Sighing softly as I felt a soft layer of tears swell in my eyes. H-He knocked me out... Why did he knock ME out, why not Taehyung? It was like - it was like I was the bad guy... I frowned more as I wiped the small layer of tears from my eyes and got up from the bed.

Should I try to call them? See what's going on? I sighed softly and looked in my pockets. Frowning when I didn't find my phone. Please don't tell me it's at work, or that Jungkook or Taehyung actually have it.

I checked my pocket a second time just in case. It wasn't there though. Don't panic Jimin just go downstairs and look. It's probably down there. I nodded to myself and headed to the living room.

When I made it, the first thing I laid my eyes on was my phone covered by a sticky note on the coffee table. I jogged over and grabbed it, peeling the sticky note off it gently as read it. It was Jungkooks handwriting.

"He knew he would want this?" I mumbled to myself? Is he talking about Taehyung? Would want what?

I turned on my phone, which was turned off for some reason which gave me more anxiety and when it came on I went to my contacts. The first one I scrolled to was Jungkook, swiping on the name and calling him.

"Pick up pick up" I whispered as I sat on the couch and bounced my leg nervously. It was getting close to the last ring and my eyes pricked with tears. "Answer please"

Nothing was wrong. I was just so worried. I don't want Jungkook to be hurt. I don't want Taehyung to get hurt. He was still my friend. Call me crazy. I don't care. 

The normal answering machine said to me in the annoying voice that the owner of the phone couldn't come to the phone right now. I hung up before the voicemail could start recording. Then I went to the second contact and swiped again. Holding the phone to my ear as I leaned against the back of the couch.

I rubbed my eyes with a shaky sigh. "Answer me Taehyung please please answer me this is torture"

Another voicemail. I tossed my phone onto the couch and rubbed my eyes. I need to know that both of them are okay. Where are the places I know that they can be? There are three places. 

Taehyungs place, Jungkooks house and that big scary office building of Jungkooks. I should probably head to Taehyungs place first. It's a lot closer than the other two locations they could be. Or at least one of them could be at. 

I slipped on a good pair of tennis shoes and a hoodie that dropped to mid thighs. It felt a little chilly inside the house, so it was probably cold outside too. 

When I grabbed my keys and my phone off from the couch, I left the after locking up the door. I didn't want to waste time so instead of speed walking, I was jogging my way to Taehyungs house.