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Bzz!

Yoongi's phone vibrated from where it was charging on the table beside his bed.

Bzz!

A few moments later, a hand reached out from a mountain of blankets and fumbled around blindly for it.

The phone was knocked to the floor, and Yoongi groaned.

Bzz!

He threw the blankets off him and reached down to pick it up.

A call from Namjoon.

Yoongi answered and leaned back in bed, trying to find the warmth again.

"Hello?" He yawned, and winced at the pain in his neck.

"Hey, Yoonki." Namjoon sounded tired.

"Any word yet?" Yoongi suddenly remembered how his night had ended.

Hoseok was missing. The police were investigating but they didn't have any leads yet.

"No." Namjoon sighed. "I just can't believe this. He would never run away, he's not like that. But then, that leaves only one other option."

That he was taken.

Yoongi didn't want to voice that, for fear it would make it true.

"We'll find him." Yoongi promised.

Ha. Yoongi couldn't even find his will to live, let alone another human being.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just so worried. He's been my friend since second grade and God knows where he is or what's happening to him." Namjoon sounded on the verge of tears.

Yoongi bit his lip. "Hey, if you want to cancel our study date tonight, I totally understand."

"No, I would love the distraction. Besides, if I can't help one friend, at least I can help another." Namjoon sighed. "What time should I come over?"

Yoongi froze. "Here?"

Namjoon laughed. "Where else?"

"Can't we go to the library? Or your place?" Yoongi asked, biting his nail.

Namjoon thought. "I guess we could get it done at mine. My parents will be out anyways, so we won't be interrupted. I just thought it would be easier if you didn't have to leave your house. Especially after what happened..." He trailed off.

Of course he knew what had happened last night.

Everyone knew. Word travels faster than light.

Yoongi had stayed home today, recovering.

He brought his hand to his neck, softly trailing his fingertips over the bruise around his neck. Memories of being strangled flashed in his mind and he winced.

He sat up in bed, throwing the covers off. "Your place is fine. Text me the address when you're out of school."

He hung up and went to his bathroom.

Shutting the door behind him, he went to the mirror to inspect the damage.

However, what he saw first wasn't the bruise, but his hair.

It had changed from an orangey bronze to blonde, almost white.

"What the..." Yoongi leaned closer, lifting a tuft of it up to inspect. "Why does this keep happening?"

He recalled what Namjoon had said to him yesterday.

"Whoa, new hair." Namjoon nodded as he looked the older boy over. "Nice. I like the blonde."