V wouldn't answer any of Jungkook's calls or messages after that text.
Jungkook was worried, very worried. The train would arrive in ten minutes but it felt like an eternity.
He tried to calm down but eventually gave up on trying. He had to see V as soon as possible.
After thirty minutes of struggling with the train, bus and streets, Jungkook stood in front of V's apartment.
It was a nice house with 3 doorbells but V had never told Jungkook his real name. As if someone read his mind, the door opened.
The man who opened the door was in his 40's or something. He looked really tired.
'Excuse me, but does a brown-haired boy live here? He is about my age. I'm 19.'
The man just mumbled 'Third floor...'
Jungkook thanked him and ran up the stairs. He rang the doorbell of the apartment.
'He-'
There he stood, V, a brown-haired boy with fake glasses, a bloody red towel pressed onto his right arm.
'Jungkook...' he whispered as he hugged the younger male.
