Guardian Angel

8.Missing

Jungkook's POV

I groaned as I walked to the practice room. All I wanted to do was sleep. After spending weeks searching for Y/n I had finally given up. Jimin hyung had given me a half-baked lie about there being an accident involving her father. I didn't believe him. I had tried calling her a million times but every time I tried it said that call would have to be connected overseas causing extra charges. Not that I couldn't pay for the extra charges but I had feeling that I would regret it if I connected the call. So I continued my search restricting it to Korea.

My mind and body were so tired and hyungs kept trying to make me eat and sleep properly but I couldn't eat as my appetite had disappeared with Y/n and sleep had become a big no-no because Y/n had become a permanent fixture in every single one of one dreams. Basically her disappearing act was worrying the life out of me.

I gave a tight smile as I entered the practice room. All the guys were waiting and some smiled back while some just watched me with worry in their eyes. I took my place as the music started playing and looked around at the guys who had almost literally taken care of me. Something was of today. Even with my foreboding aura I could sense a different type of tension take hold of the room. I frowned and observed the guys as we all moved to the music, practicing steps we had all learnt. Aside from the concentrating looks on their faces there was an underlying sense of worry in each of their eyes and I focused on Hobi hyung as he would be the easiest to read.

An hour later

I laid on the floor, sweat dripping down my neck. I grabbed at a water bottle lying near by and I slowly got up before pouring all the contents of the bottle down my throat. I took the towel that a noona offered and wiped my face on it. I looked up again and thanked her as she simply smiled and took the empty bottle from my hand. I looked up to find all the guys nervously whispering to each other in front of the door.

"Hyungs, what's happening? Why are you all acting this way?" I asked and I felt my dread increasing as Yoongi hyung solemnly stepped in front of the other.

"Jungkook, we're worried about you. You've hardly been eating and you have had dark circles for over two weeks. This is not like you and since you refuse to talk to us about it, we've got someone else who we hope you can talk to." Hyung said and I looked at confusion at all six of them. Weirdly, Jimin hyung refused to meet my gaze. I looked back at the door to find it slowly opening like how it does in movies. Please don't be a therapist. I chanted the line in my head as I watched at the door opening. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw my brother, Jeon Jung-Hyun, walk in.

Jung-Hyun's POV

I opened the door slowly and entered the room. I felt a smile grow on my lips as I saw my younger brother standing in front of me. I hadn't seen him for the past three months because he was always busy or at least claimed to be too busy to meet me.

When the guys had called me and told me that Jungkook hadn't been eating or sleeping for the past few weeks I immediately told them that he was probably overworking himself as he always did. But when they insisted I agreed and took the first train to meet my little brother.

*Time skip to lunch*

"Jungkook-ah. Why aren't you eating?" I asked and I frowned in worry as he simply shook his head and said he wasn't hungry.

"See I told you. He's been like this at every meal time. He'll just have a few morsels and then say he's either full or he isn't hungry." Jin whispered into my ear and I nodded as my frown deepened.

Jungkook not eating grilled meat and bread was equivalent to Namjoon not breaking stuff or Yoongi staying up in a boring meeting or Jin not coming up with some lame joke or..or..something that just wasn't natural.