Where is Mr. Park? | v.k

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WARNING: this story mentions the triggering topics of:
- rape
- suicide
- mental health
- death
- scenes that are 18+
- unjust law
- and other scenes that may be triggering.

-- please, please, please, if you find any of these topics triggering, and something that can make you sad or ruin your mental health, please do not read this book, or continue with caution. I, in no way, want to romanticise any of these topics. These topics are real life situations and nothing that should be joked about or treated lightly. If you ever need to seek support, or someone to talk too, please do not handle it alone, talk to someone or seek guidance from helplines.

WHERE IS MR PARK?
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The shrill sound of a phone rings through the dead of night, the rain heavily pounding against every window in the house that Jeon Jungkook lived in.

Groggily, the twenty five year old male sits up, the sleep still evident in his state, lips dry, eyes half shut, small groans escaping his lips as he struggles to make the effort to sit upright. He reaches outwards, looking around for his phone on his nightstand. A simple act never seemed to complicated. Shortly after, he finds the phone, eyes squinting at the brightness of it before he sees that it is an unknown number.

Who could be phoning him at this time?

Looking over to his partner, who was fast asleep, Jungkook sighs, letting his phone go silent. Slamming the thing down, he proceeds to close his eyes to get some rest before he needs to wake up again in the early morning to get to his job: he worked as a marketer in a publishing company.

However, as much as Jungkook would have liked to begin to see daisies and roses, fields of buttercups and poppies, he didn't even get to reach the twinkling land of dreams before his phone starts to scream out at Jungkook to answer it.

"Jungkook, your phone," Jungkook's boyfriend, Mark, drawls out, huffing as he's awoken by the sound.

Jungkook groans, before sitting up once more, snatching the phone roughly from the nightstand, eyes squinting once more, he answers it, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Is this Jeon Jungkook?" A man's voice rings out, deep and rusty, almost like an iron pole that's been left out in the garden shed for too long. Jungkook scratches his head, "y-yes," he chokes out in his tired voice, clearing his throat a second later so that he could speak clearly.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but, your friend, Mr Park Jimin? He's gone missing."

At that moment, Jungkook springs out of bed, his eyes wide, the sleep vanishing from his body, "what?" Jungkook says, although he's heard what the man has said, he feels as though random people are going to jump out from behind his curtain, under his bed, from his closet and scream at him, "you've been pranked!"

"You and one other have been listed as he's emergency contact. Would it be too much to ask you if you could come to the crime scene to see it? And then we would have to interview you of course about Mr Park."

The man gets straight to the point, almost as if he hasn't got any time for Jungkook to cry, or even be shocked at the fact that someone has told him that his best friend since school has gone missing, and if that wasn't bad enough, the fact that there's no context to it; the feeling was made ten times worse.