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"Ok, so what were you saying earlier?" I asked as we walked back into the studio.

"First, you have to sit down and know that we can't run out the door to find him."

"Why would I run out the door to find him?"

"Promise me you won't."

"Ugh, fine. I promise."

"Ok. I have his address."

"What?" I didn't even know his address.

"Yes. He lives out on the edge of town, a really sketchy place."

"A place were kids shouldn't be?"

"Exactly."

"Ok, I'm really contemplating whether or not to break this promise."

"It wouldn't matter anyway, I'm your ride."

"I really don't like you right now." He laughed and turned back to his computer.

"He hasn't made any big withdraws from his bank account or purchased anything out of town, so chances are he's either staying with someone else or he's still at his house."

"So... what do we do with this information?" He simply smirked and got up. "Where are you going?"

"Follow me and you'll find out." 

I followed him to the Yoongi's studio, where the two talked for a minute before Yoongi jumped up and we all walked out the door. I followed them to a sleek, black car and crawled in the back seat. We drove for what seemed like a long time before we ended up at a small house in a dark neighborhood. When we got out, the smell of what I'm guessing was multiple drugs hit my nose, making the atmosphere even more unsettling.I followed the two men up to the front door. Yoongi flipped his hair out of his face before pounding on the door. While we waited for an answer, I noticed the height difference between the two. Yoongi was barely taller than me, and Namjoon towered over him. 

My thoughts were interrupted when someone opened the door. I didn't get the chance to see who because Yoongi had already shoved them back into the house. I followed them inside, still not getting the chance to see who the person was because Yoongi had hold of their collar, holding their face right in front of him. After a few minutes of shouting in their face, he threw the person against the wall. That's when I finally saw their face.

"Yoongi, stop!" I commanded. He turned to me with a confused look. I looked up at the boy with a disappointed look.

"Sit," I told the boy, pointing to the couch. He obeyed, sitting in the corner of the couch. I sat next to him and spoke to him in the soft tone I always had to use with him. "Bambam, where's Jackson?"

"He-he didn't tell me." There were tears in his eyes, and he kept glancing at the men in front of him.

"Don't lie to me. Where is he?"

"I told you, he didn't tell me. He only told Yugyeom, and he went to get food."

"Then we'll wait here." I gestured for Yoongi and Namjoon to sit, and they sat in the two arm chairs across from the couch. While we were waiting, I decided I should ask the boy something. "Bambam, where have you been staying all this time?" I hadn't seen him, or any of our friend group, since Jackson left me. 

"A-at home." He stared at the floor refusing to meet my eyes.

"At home? What about the other boys?"

"Sometimes I stay with Yugyeom, but his parents don't like me. They think I'm a dirty street rat." I was about to say something when the door swung open, revealing Yugyeom holding two boxes of pizza, which he dropped upon seeing the three of us sitting in the living room.

"Hi Brownie."