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chapter 80 ~ 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆

     "Yoongi, what're you-"

     "Just hurry as quick as you can, please!? We need to get there before she leaves."

     "Yoongi!"

     Jimin listened to Seokjin's panicked voice as he shouted, straining for Yoongi's attention as the brunet quickly unhooked his set of keys from off of their rack. He wiggled his heels into his shoes and zipped up his loose jeans as he irritably rubbed the tears from his eyes. After a rushed, "Thank you," he clicked his phone off and dashed down the hall into the office, leaving his hyung with his mouth agape as he struggled to receive a reply.

     "Yoongi, what in God's name are you doing!?" Jin snapped, forcing his way into the office doorway and blocking the younger's path. 

     Yoongi rifled through the desk drawers in the far corner of the room, flinging papers up against the PC and all over the desk until he retrieved his passport. Jimin's eyes widened in surprise, his hyung whirling on his heel as the others gathered behind Seokjin in search of answers. Yoongi paused, glaring Jin up and down as the brunet placed his hands against the doorframe.

     "Yoongi," he deadpanned, his shoulders heaving with each breath. "What're you doing?"

     "I'm going after her."

     Jimin felt his heart flutter, an antsy pep forcing its way into his step as he grew restless in his frozen stance. "You know where she is."

     Yoongi's gaze snapped up to the blonde's from flipping through his passport, his left hand patting his behind in search of his wallet. With a sigh, he made for the hall, Seokjin moving aside to let him through as the brunet dashed upstairs. Jimin couldn't help but grin past his tears; there was a possibility of getting Yumin back, but where had she run off too? If Yoongi needed his passport when he left...

     "She's at the airport!" he gasped, spinning on his heel. His gaze found Taehyung's, then Jungkook's, the maknae sniffling back tears as his eyes darted around his hyung's. "Yumin's at the airport!"

      "That's right." Jimin was startled by the sound of Yoongi's voice floating in from the kitchen. They stepped out to find the brunet fixing a hat over his messy bedhead, pushing shades up against the bridge of his nose as he shrugged a coat the rest of its way on his shoulders. "And, I'm going to go get her." 

     Jimin could hear the fear and agitation mixing in Yoongi's voice. His hyung wiggled uncomfortably in his clothes, shoving his wallet into the inner pocket of his jacket along with his passport. He turned, giving the others one long look before the sound of screeching tires brought their attention to the door.

     "Wait here," mumbled Yoongi, unlocking the front door and making to step outside. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

     With that, he left the others in the sickening silence of the morning, the oven clock reading nearly eight in the morning. Jimin looked back at Taehyung, finding comfort in the younger's gaze as he searched for some form of relief, but his intrusive thoughts refused to give him even a second of peace.

     "What if he doesn't find her?"

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     I stood at a distance, my neck beginning to ache as I stared up at the board of incoming and departing flights. My Korean wasn't half bad, but I was struggling to find a flight that came anywhere close to landing in America. I just needed to be on the same continent, at least land in the same country, and then I'd be able to find my way to my mom's place. I could work everything out from there.