You're in Danger

Chapter 13: You Look Good Today

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*Morgan POV*

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The rising sun shone through my window and woke me up. Slowly, the events of last night came back. sadly, the bad parts did too. I reluctantly got up and made my way out to the kitchen to grab a drink. Alyssa was sitting on the couch with a cup of what I assumed was hot chocolate.

"Good morning, sleep well?" she asked.

"Not at all." I answered, I sat next to her on the couch.

"Me either." She sipped her drink.

"Let me guess, you got the message to?" She nodded, I sighed and leaned back.

 "How are we going to fight if we don't know who is even after us?" I thought aloud. A door opened and Grace joined us.

"Honestly, I've been wondering the same thing. Wait! Alyssa, could you trace the number? You were always good at that back home." Grace suggested.

"I never even thought about that!" she exclaimed and ran to go grab her laptop.

She quickly got to work, trying to trace the number back to the source. Luckily, we all woke up early, so Alyssa had quite a bit of time to work on this. 

"You know, I was thinking. Anything she finds, we could give to the boys to help them but how would we explain how we got it." Grace  laughed. 

"Maybe we could just suggest to them that they should try to trace it back too. One of then has to know how to do it." I suggested. 

"Well, I traced down a name. But I doubt the guy behind this whole thing would be messaging us. So they guy is just a part of it so it's a start." Alyssa announced triumphantly.

"I have an idea, I'll delete those couple messages and give the boys the number to track down. If I'm just giving them the number, I won't feel to guilty about having to lie." I said. I ran back to my room to change and try to look presentable. I threw on a pair of jeans and the hoodie Yoongi gave me. I decided to take just one gun with me just in case and left the dorm. Good thing his hoodie is huge on me, or they would definitely know I was carrying.

I quickly made my way to their dorm and knocked on the door. A sleepy, annoyed, shirtless Yoongi answered the door.

"Whatever you're selling, we're not inters- oh, hey. What are you doing here." He asked after he finally woke up enough to realize it was me.

"I had an idea that might help you guys." I said. He let me in and he grabbed a shirt that was laying on the couch. He quickly put it on and we sat down to talk.

"So what's up?" He asked.

"So the number that has messaged us can be traced, right? If we trace the number, you guys might be able to find something that can help." I explained. He nodded and stood up.

"I can't believe we didn't think of that! Jin, get out here." He called. We heard a groan, then a door opened to reveal a very tired, annoyed, and shirtless Jin. Seriously, do all sleep like that?!