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{ "TOUCH HER AGAIN....AND YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" the man in the black hoodie yelled at the top of his lungs. I recognized that voice...no it can't be. My d...
*Note: This chapter does have a build-up towards the end for the smut/graphic sexual content that will be in the following two chapters.*
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I hadn't heard from Yoongi, for a couple of days, which was extremely unusual. I didn't expect not to hear anything from him, it seemed so unlike him. Yoongi was always consistent with calling or texting me. I felt as if something wasn't quite right--and I started to worry. My mind started running in a million different scenarios--all kinds of what ifs.
"Have any of you heard from Yoongi in the past couple days?" I asked the guys as we sat down to eat lunch. "I haven't heard anything from him."
"No," Namjoon answered. "None of us have." He then put a piece of pork belly in his mouth.
"It is weird for Yoongi-hyung not to text us, but especially Soo-Yin." Jungkook added as he finished chewing his scallion pancake.
"Maybe he lost his phone?" Jin added as he brought some kimchi to his mouth. "Or maybe even his charger?"
"I know Yoongi-hyung isn't usually prone to losing things but it could've happened." Jimin said right before he put some rice in his mouth.
"He could've gotten robbed or--" Taehyung added.
"Taehyung." Namjoon snapped.
"Sorry," Taehyung apologized. I slowly brought a piece of kimbap to my mouth, I then set it back down. The what-ifs kept playing over and over again; those anxious thoughts making me not want to eat.
"Soo-Yin, you need to eat something. None of us have heard from him--but I'm sure Yoongi is fine." Hobi said reassuringly.
I stood up and said nothing. I turned around, walked down the hallway to the practice studio. I ignored them as I opened the door to the practice studio, slamming it behind me. I leaned with my back against the door and sighed heavily. I was getting even more worried. I needed something to clear my head. After a few minutes, I walked slowly towards Yoongi's piano. I lightly grazed my fingertips along the ivory keys. The piano was covered in a thin layer of dust since Yoongi had been gone for a week. The others didn't dare touch Yoongi's piano, let alone clean it. I pushed down on one of the keys, causing an echo throughout the studio. I sat down on the piano bench, tears running down my face as I started playing. I missed him so badly--it felt as if he had been gone for an eternity.
