The Photographer [Taejin]

44 잃어버리다 (Missing)

There are times in our lifes where we feel secure, protected from all kind of harm.

For Seokjin, these times were the sound of Jimin's laugh, the warmth of Yoongi's arms, the love in Namjoon's dimples.

That's why, engulfed with Jimin's beautiful laugh and his friends gleeful eyes, he felt safe.

Bulletproof and unapproachable.

His only annoyance was that his wasn't really that hilarious.

Yet, the model had to suffer (enjoy) being laughed for a long ten minutes before shit happened.

Yet, that carefree and untroubled paradise was about to crumble with Namjoon's words.

As... the first thing that left Namjoon's mouth after Jimin stopped laughing his ass off and Yoongi kept looking at the model in a funny way was:

"Hoseok texted," Namjoon said. "And he said that Jungkook has disappeared"

The all soft and full of holes brain of the model needed ten seconds to understand that sentence. Or more.

Fifteen seconds later, he felt sober than ever.

"What?" He asked, standing and losing his balance. Taehyung helped him to get his balance back, circling his waist tightly against his chest.

He felt himself blush.

"He said that they argued and he ran away, turning off his phone and it's been almost three hours and he still doesn't know a thing about him. He is pulling his hair off, searching for Jungkook where he last had been seen."He paused, looking at his friends and added one."But he is getting anxious by the second. He asked for our help, to try to find him and-" Namjoon shut his mouth, gulping.

For him, it seemed like the story was repeating itself.

Yoongi finished for him.

"As people kept disappearing, it's better to be safe than sorry, so we, on our way here, thought about dividing ourselves into two groups" He signaled all of them with his fist. "And head to some of the places where Jungkook could be. The question is, who is going with who" He paused, seemed to rethink what he said, and added. "Obviously, Jimin is coming with me."

Said human-sized mochi, smiled wide and back hugged his husband. Their almost minimal height difference made almost all the people on that bar to coo at them.

Yet, the model couldn't really be happy for them. The situation was too similar to the one with Jackson. One second you are talking with one person and the next, he isn't there anymore. He felt his hands shiver and eyes starting to get blurry.

The uncertainty of the situation was terrific.

It had multiple variables and unsaid what ifs?