A Tough Life: bts insert (Slow Updates)

Chapter Four: Lead

 I stood in front of my house with my head resting against the door, I didnt wanna go in yet. Another day a searching and im getting no were. I wanna keep going but i'm tired, hungry, and my feet are screaming for rest.

It's been a week since I got home. We've been doing nothing ut searching for the past 7 days, asking around to see if anyone knows anything, for what? Fucking nothing.

We know just as much as we did when we started. No leads. No clues. All we know is that the last time any of us saw him he was acting weird, closed off and nervus. When he left that morning he said he was just going for a walk to clear his head. And he never came back.

"Kookie. Where are you.." I said closing my eyes.

"LEAVE ME ALONE." I shouted. I felt a hand reach out towards me "Wai-" The mans voice was cut off. It did not sound demanding like I would expect. It sounded pleading. Scared.

I looked back to see someone in a baby blue hoodie being pulled through the crowd away from me by a tall man in a red sweatshirt. I noticed a tattoo with the word-

 My eyes snapped back open and my eyebrows furrowed. I can't stop reliving that moment. Why cant I stop reliving that moment? Ive been followed before i've been caught countless times before.. Why is this time not leaving my head?

Jungkook's favorite hoodie was baby blue...

I sighed, shutting my eyes again. That must be why, the connection to jungkook.

 I took out my keys, something still doesn't sit right though. Why did he sound scared? Why did he sound so familiar?...

Puting the key in the lock of my house and opening the door I walked in dragging my feet, head hung low. I desperately needed to sit down. I looked over to my heaven, the coach, only to see a head of white hair.

Now on high alert, I slowly closed the door and cautiously approached to the back of the couch pulling the dagger from my back pocket. I held my weapon at ready as I got close to the person on my sofa, raising the dagger as I looked down on their sleeping face.

I breathed out harshly, dropping my arms and placing them on my hips instead. "Min Yoongi." I said firmly and loudly. The man woke with a start, jumping from his seat and turning to face me with balled fist. Ready to fight. He calmed when he saw me, "Oh it's just you"

"Don't sound so excited to see me." I said sarcastically. Yoongi just 'hm'ed and flopped back down on the couch. I jumped over the back of the couch into the seat next to him. "So how have you been Angel?" He asked looking at the TV screen in front of us.

"Where did you even get that name from? It's literally the opposite of what people would describe me as." I said narrowing my eyes at him. He pursed his lips before answering, "because im a 'sarcastic asshole' as seokjin calls me." He said, using finger quotes. I laughed. "He's not wrong."

"I'm not saying he is." He smiled softly, "You didn't answer my question."

"Im doing peachy." I said. He chucked, "And i'm the sarcasting one." I just hm'ed and kept looking forward. "You look like death."

"I feel like death." I replied looking to the ceiling. "How long you been out?"

"Got home around 12 pm" 13 hours. "Did you hear about kookie?" He posed, his voice dropping to a sad whisper "Yeah. Yeah I did." I looked at him. "And your just sitting here sleeping?"

I wasn't angry. It isn't unlike Yoongi to laze around most of the day, and he just got home so i'm not surprised to see him knocked out on the couch. I'm just expected a bit more of a reaction.