Why So Serious?✅ Yoongi X Reader (Feat. Jimin)

Chapter 10

"Would it have cost him his kidney to wake me up before leaving?" I mumbled to myself as I took a mouthful of food. But then the memory of that text flashed across my mind.

What if he's in trouble? No, I'm overthinking it, I tried to reassure myself, but the worry gnawed at me. Unable to shake it off, I took out my phone and dialed his number. Over and over again, but it was unreachable. Each failed attempt made my heart race faster. Panic set in—I couldn't just sit back and wait for something to happen. I had to do something.

I threw on my jacket and hurried out of the house, determined to find him. For the next five hours, I searched every nook and cranny of the city. Cafés, shopping malls, parks—anywhere he could possibly be. But no sign of Jimin. My heart was heavy with fear and exhaustion. What am I going to tell our parents? The thought made me feel even more helpless.

I wandered aimlessly down the street, lost in my thoughts, when a hand grabbed my arm, yanking me out of my way. Just the very moment a car sped by, inches from where I stood. 

"Why are you so eager to die?!" a familiar voice scolded.

I knew it was Seokjin, but I kept my head down. I didn't want him to see me like this.

"Jill-ah... I think you need a good thrashing. Shall I?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed, but then noticed my silence. His fingers gently cupped my chin, lifting my face so he could see me clearly. The moment his eyes met mine, his playful expression vanished, replaced by alarm.

"What happened?? Why are you crying???" His voice was frantic.

I remained quiet, the lump in my throat too heavy to speak.

"I know!" he blurted. "It must be Yoongi again, right? What did he do this time? I'll sue him!"

"It's not about Yoongi." My voice broke, and before I knew it, I was sobbing into his chest. Jin wrapped his arms around me, not as the flirty, teasing guy I knew, but as the caring friend I needed at that moment.

We used to be best friends before that jerk fell for me. He still annoyed me more than anyone else, but right now, he was the one who calmed me down. 

Once I managed to stop crying, he asked gently, "What happened?"

"Jimin's not home," I whispered. "I've been searching for him for hours. His phone is unreachable, and he's never like this! That text message—" My voice wavered, the fear creeping back in.

But instead of reacting with concern, Jin burst into laughter. He pulled my cheeks playfully, which only confused me more. "You silly girl! You're crying over that? He's probably just at a friend's place or busy with work. You're overthinking. He's probably home by now."

Jin's words, though light-hearted, seemed to melt away the worst of my fears. Maybe he's right. Maybe I am being too dramatic. I finally smiled for the first time in hours. "You're right. I'm catching your infectious drama!" I joked, and we both laughed, the tension easing.

"Are you hungry?" Jin asked, his voice back to its usual teasing tone.

I nodded shyly, and he took me to a nearby café for lunch. The food helped calm my nerves, and after we ate, Jin dropped me off at home. I rushed inside, hoping to see Jimin's smiling face and give him a bear hug. But the house was still empty, silent. My heart sank again. Where is he?

With nothing left to do, I went to my room and lay down, feeling emotionally drained. I didn't even realize when sleep overtook me. But it wasn't restful—my mind was haunted by a bad dream. Something dark, something ominous...