𝗨𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 ⚠️Slow updates⚠️

Can't let you go

"Let's go." I said, walking out of our apartment, and got into our car. As I started the engine, I saw Namjoon walking outside.

He got into the car, and I began driving.

"Do you want to go to Taehyung or Jimin's place first?"

I looked over at him, and saw that he tensed up when I mentioned Jimin's name. With a sigh, I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I'll do the talking, don't worry." The younger male nodded, and mumbled. "I wanna see him..."

I nodded, and drove to Jimin's place.

Minutes later, we reached Jimin's apartment, and got out of the car. As we walked up to the front door, I checked to see if Taehyung had answered me.

Instead... he had left me on read.

I shook my head, sighing.

It was stupid to think he would want to talk to us, after what happened...

We walked up the stairs, and to his apartment. I let Namjoon knock, and we waited for an answer.

After getting no answer, he knocked again.

We waited again, and I decided to just open the door because I was beginning to get impatient.

Surprisingly the door was unlocked.

"Why is the front door open?" Namjoon asked, and I could sense how worried he got when he asked that question.

I shrugged, and walked inside. "Jimin?" I called out, looking around.

"What if somebody robbed him?" Namjoon said, panic in his voice, and eyes wide.

"Let's just check the whole place, maybe he just quickly left.. for some reason..." The younger male nodded, and we walked around the apartment.

I frowned when I walked into his bedroom, and noticed most of his things being like they usually were.

There was just no sign of Jimin anywhere.

Namjoon walked into the bedroom as well, and frowned.

"I couldn't find anywhere..."

"Me too. Maybe he's at Taehyung's?" I questioned, frowning when I remembered that he left me on read.

They're probably avoiding us.

"Maybe..." Namjoon mumbled. "Let's go check."

We exited the building, and got into the car, and I drove to Taehyung's place.

The car ride was silent, so I put on some hip hop music, since me and Namjoon enjoyed hip hop.

We reached his apartment, and entered the building. I quickly walked up the steps, knocking on the door.

I figured out pretty easily that he wasnt home, because I would usually hear his loud footsteps.

Namjoon walked up behind me, and I shook my head.

"Nobody answered..." I tried opening the door, and it was open as well.

With my heart thumping in my chest, I walked inside and quickly looked around.

I checked the livingroom, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom.

But he was no where.

"He's not here, and Jimin isn't either..." I mumbled, and furrowed my eyebrows.

Where could they be?

"What do we do now?" The younger male questioned.

"Try calling Taehyung, and I'll call Jimin." I said, and he nodded.

I unlocked my phone, going to my contacts. I pressed on Jimin's contact, and pressed call.

When it began calling him, I put the phone against my ear and waited for him to answer.

Namjoon did the same, and we made eye contact as we waiting for the younger males to answer us.

Instead, they both declined the call. Me and Namjoon both let out a frustrated sigh, and I pulled at my hair.

"I wish they would've just listened to us..." Namjoob mumbled, and I nodded.

"They have to know the truth..." I mumbled.

I won't let you go without you knowing the truth.

TO BE CONTINUED