"Kookie, please open the door," Jin pleads, a bowl of piping hot soup in his hand. "I've made your favourite soup. Please Kook, moping around isn't going to bring her back."
Jungkook sits on the other side of the door, his back rested against it with his head in his hands. He feels guilty. This is all his fault in his eyes. If he had just stayed with Hana or carried her up to her room, she wouldn't be in the hands of the most evil people in the world who were supposed to be her loving parents. If he had kept her in his sight, he could've protected her if they still dared to try and take her from him.
She's scared and he knows it. He can talk to her but it feels different. It's like she's not listening. Or she can't listen because something is stopping her.
But Jungkook knows that Jin is right. Refusing to leave his room even just to eat is not helping Hana in any way. The only thing he can do to help is by going out and looking for her.
A sudden bolt of rage courses through his veins and he stands up before unlocking his door and swinging it open. Jin, on the other side, holds the bowl of soup out to him, expecting him to have finally given in to human nature and the need to eat. He is shocked to say the least when Jungkook rushes passed him, almost knocking the broth out of Jin's hands in the process as he starts running for the stairs.
Clambering down them two at a time, Jungkook storms passed Taehyung and Yoongi, who had just left the dining room after their meal. They look at each other, each raising a confused eyebrow before following Jungkook to the front door.
Namjoon is out in the front yard of the house, pacing as he thinks of what to do when Jungkook bursts out of the door and starts running again. Namjoon quickly catches up to him and grabs his elbow, stopping him in his tracks. With a shake of his head, Namjoon gestures for Taehyung and Yoongi, who are stood in the doorway with an unreadable expression etched on their faces, to come and escort Jungkook back inside.
The last thing Namjoon needs is for Jungkook to get impatient and ruin the plan that him, Jin and Yoongi have spent the best part of the last week conjuring. A plan to get their sister back.
Meanwhile, in the dining room, Hoseok and Jimin have just settled down at the table, sitting opposite each other to have their dinner, after an intense workout to help relieve Jimin's anger. He has been getting more and more uncontrollable for the past few days. Just two days prior, he had done a similar thing to what Jungkook was just caught doing, but instead found himself running raged laps round the field because he couldn't bring himself to pull through with going back to the place that haunts him most, even if it meant saving his baby sister.
"How are you feeling?" Hoseok cautiously asks the younger.
"I don't know," Jimin shrugs, breathing out a sigh before continuing. "It's like she's here but she's not. One minute I feel like she is sitting right next to me and resting her head on my shoulder while she sleeps just like she did days before she disappeared, and any trace of anger I had diminishes. But then the next thing I know is that it's all in my head and she is, in fact, gone and the anger returns stronger than it ever has been. I don't want to be angry Hobi, I hate it. But I just miss her so much. I want my little sister back," he chokes out with a sob.
Namjoon and Jin then enter the dining room after overhearing everything Jimin just opened up about to Hoseok. It's rare for Jimin to talk about his feelings, so when he does, the others are reminded of just how serious the situation is.
"Pack your bags," Namjoon says, making his presence known, "we're leaving tonight."
"Where are we going?" Hoseok asks as he watches Jin come over to comfort Jimin by stroking his back.
"To the new safe house," Jin says softly, a hint of sadness about having to leave their home showing.
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Fanfiction❝and there it is. the answer to my prayers. a house. not just any old house. it's an abandoned mansion. a perfect escape of reality standing tall, yet slightly dishevelled in the middle of the woods. it is breath-taking. i feel my legs subconsciousl...