With You [iKON Fanfic]

Chapter 5

I was right on time.

Five minutes passed since I had been standing inside the cafe, by the doorway, so that Jungyoon could easily spot me if she came in. She hadn't sent me any messages, and I figured she would have if she had already arrived.

I decided to text her:

I'm here! Going to sit down in a booth

I had been sitting in the booth for about eight minutes. I started to get antsy. No message back from Jungyoon.

Twelve minutes.

I looked out the window, nervously. Had something happened to her?

Her absence was pushing almost twenty minutes, and that was when I finally jolted up out of my seat. I called her repeatedly as I bolted out the door, ran down the steps, and reached the sidewalk, heading in a random direction. Wait, where am I going?

I spotted the cafe that Junhoe's sister supposedly worked at. The light blue signage glistened under the sun. Why am I going towards it? I doubted that Junhoe would be of any help. But I couldn't stop walking.

Before my brain could process any of my subconscious intentions, my feet raced me closer and closer to the cafe. Something in my gut told me that Jungyoon wasn't just terribly late and not picking up her phone out of coincidence. Something was wrong.

I frantically swung open the door to the cafe. Is this a bad idea? Will Junhoe even care or do anything? Should I call Donghyuk? Yunhyeong? I bit my nails.

I speed walked through the cafe until I reached the back, desperately scanning the room for Junhoe. I caught the attention of a young female employee and started to spit out the question, "Do you by any chance know of a Junhoe who dropped by here?" when a hand grabbed me from behind and whipped me around.

I let out a sigh of relief. "Junhoe!"

He pulled me to the back of the cafe. His face was dripping with sweat. "I was helping my sister unload some supplies from a truck out back," he said, noticing my stare and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "What the hell are you doing here, looking for me?"

"It's Jungyoon," I began to say, then noticed how stupid I sounded. Why was I coming to him for help with someone that he had been an accomplice to mistreating? Who did I think he was that I suddenly felt as if I could rely on him...

Junhoe furrowed his brows. "What about her?"

"I... She's missing. I don't know." I sighed. "We were supposed to meet about a half hour ago and she isn't picking up. I feel like... I don't know. Hanbin has her or something? Or worse, maybe. I don't know why I'm so paranoid. Or why I'm even here talking to you about this––"

He turned around and entered the back room, then returned with his backpack.

"Ok, let's go," he said, looking straight ahead.

My head went numb for a second. Junhoe was actually willing to help me? A rush of adrenaline––or maybe, excitement?––flooded through me. Why am I excited? I swatted the thoughts out of my head and hurried out the door after him.

Yunhyeong POV

I was nervously biting my nails despite my brain telling me to stop. I looked nervous. I finally succeeded in putting my hands in my pockets and keeping them there.

I glanced up at Bobby, who was kicking pebbles. He, too, was uneasy. For sure.

In an effort to ease the tension, I decided to ask the boys about what had happened during lunch today. I waved over Dong and Chanwoo, who were attempting to eavesdrop on Hanbin and Jungyoon, who were inside a room "having a discussion," as Hanbin phrased it.