ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕖

9

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It's been a week.

It's been a week since I last saw her. I'm even surprised I've manage to live after she disappeared. I would go and report this to the police, but I dont have a good description of this Sehun guy. Which sucks ass.

It's been a week

Its also been a week since I last ate. Well ate a good meal at least. I will never get used to having y/n not in the kitchen early in the morning making me breakfast like the best friend she could ever be.

I still can't get that vivid picture out of my head yet. Y/ns body. All bloody and bruised. And that one painful text message "she's dead". Im surprised I didn't develop PTSD yet.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my doorbell.

"Hmm..?" I sat up and sluggishly walked off my bed.

I saw a black figure at my door. I sighed. "Who the hell would he at my door at 8am in the god damn morning?" I walked down stairs and looked through the door hole and saw Jimin.

I opened the door with one hand and used my other to rub my tired eyes. "Hey jimin-"

"YOONGI!!! You look terrible... what happened to you?" His expected high voice answered me.

"J-Jiminie...uh- come in."

Jimin came in and glanced around my house. It was a mess. My floor was covered in beer bottles. The kitchen table and coffee table has 2 to 3 pill bottles. And sometimes you could see crumpled paper here and there.

He looked surprised when he saw the mess in my house.

"Why is your house so messy hyung?" Jimin said as he stepped over a few beer bottles around the floor. "Someone killed y/n." I said with a blank voice.

"Yoongi. Your kidding right?" I heard the sudden shake in his voice. "I don't know how else to sugarcoat it..."

"Yoongi-"

"She's gone! I couldn't save her" Tears started streaming down my face. "Why don't you call the police? Let's report this-"

"Jimin i cant. I wish I could but I don't even have a good fucking despcription of the guy who took her..." We both ended up on the couch.

My tears streamed down my face. He knew I was serious. "Yoongi.."

"Yoongi you can't stay here by yourself, you aren't safe here by yourself. Why don't you stay with me for now?" He said in a soothing, calm voice.

"O-okay..." I wiped my eyes from the tears I shed. I took a deep breath. "I-I'll be down in a bit."

I made my way upstairs and went to my room.

I packed my stuff when all of a sudden I stop at a picture frame of me and y/n. She had her arm wrapped around my neck and mines was around hers. Her tongue was sticking out her tongue and I was pinching her cheeks. I couldn't help my self but just stare, stay quiet and silently cry.

"Yoong come on..." Jimin was at my door looking at me. I took a glance at him at put the picture frame in my bag.

"S-sorry..." I picked up my bag and we both left the house. "I'm gonna call my mom." Jimin nodded.

As soon as we made it inside Jimins car, I brought out my phone and dialed her number.

"Mom..?"