CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MINOR FLUFF, & ANGST
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠💜
YOONGI
😳
YOONGI
You're coming home in two WEEKS?
SEOKJIN
Well, you don't seem too happy about it😕
YOONGI
No!!
YOONGI
No, I'm so happy you're coming home, hyung!!😃
YOONGI
But, you weren't supposed to be coming home for
a little while longer💀
YOONGI
Shit!!
SEOKJIN
Did something...happen while I've been gone?
YOONGI
Um...kind of
YOONGI
It's just that there's a lot going on right now
SEOKJIN
Talk to me, baby
SEOKJIN
You know I'm always here to help
YOONGI
Well...
YOONGI
Fuck, Yumin realized that one of her abusers works with us
at BigHit now
YOONGI
This girl, Rachel
YOONGI
I think I've mentioned her once or twice
SEOKJIN
Her name rings a bell
SEOKJIN
But, is Yumin alright?😟
SEOKJIN
That can't be the most comfortable thing to know
YOONGI
She's alright
YOONGI
They stay away from each other for the most part
YOONGI
Jimin, Tae, and I rarely speak to her cause we know
who she is
YOONGI
But, Jungkook didn't know and now they're close
YOONGI
Or they were
YOONGI
Jungkook didn't come home a few nights ago
YOONGI
Was out all night and then came home in the middle
of the day like nothing happened
YOONGI
And now there's something wrong with him
YOONGI
He's skittish and clingy, and his stomach isn't really
cooperating with him all the time
YOONGI
Something happened the night he didn't come home
YOONGI
And, Yumin thinks Rachel has something to do with it
SEOKJIN
😳
SEOKJIN
Holy shit
YOONGI
Yeah, I know🤦🏻♂️
YOONGI
A lot has happened in the past couple of days
SEOKJIN
Well, shit
SEOKJIN
Good thing I'm coming home soon
SEOKJIN
You guys sound like you need some help
SEOKJIN
To say the least
YOONGI
To say the least...
YOONGI
Do you know the exact date of your arrival?
YOONGI
I want to tell the others so we can get ready to
come pick you up when your plane lands
SEOKJIN
Yeah, hold on
SEOKJIN
I put it on my calendar
SEOKJIN
I should be back on Oct. 7th
YOONGI
Great :)
YOONGI
Right before Jimin's birthday
YOONGI
Hopefully, everything is back to normal by then
SEOKJIN
Let's hope so
SEOKJIN
I don't want to fly home just to find out one of y'all
has been cheating on me😤
YOONGI
Oh, hyung, get real🙄
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Only a few days had passed since Freya had texted me Rachel's address. My plan to match the address with the listed number on the Bentley's navigator was still under works. Every time I made to slip out of the house to fetch Jungkook's car, I'd gotten distracted or roped into something that made me completely forget about my previous task.
I marched upstairs in hopes of simply obtaining Jungkook's phone while he was asleep, thinking I could match the address in the navigation app on his phone with the one I had listed. Jungkook would still be asleep from when Taehyung put him down for a nap earlier, the maknae sluggish and quiet all day, not willing to do a thing for himself. Ever since he arrived home, he'd acted like a disobedient child with the hopes of being pitied and babied. I knew he was hiding something. The guilty look on his face. There was no way I had made it up. He would get snappish whenever someone asked him about the night he didn't come home and then end up pouting in hopes of changing the subject. If he were innocent, he would simply tell us. His avoidance of the situation was a clear, flashing, neon light that spelled out his guilt.
Slipping inside the dark bedroom, I pressed my back against his door, shutting myself inside. My eyes locked on Jungkook's unconscious form, bundled beneath his bedsheets as his side rose and fell in his sleep. I crept forward on sock-covered feet, careful where I placed each step as to not press down on a worn part of the floor. Spotting his phone on the nightstand, I grabbed it, inputting Jungkook's password that I knew from memory and immediately swiping around for the navigation app.
Found it.
I had never used a navigation app myself, but it couldn't be that hard to use. Right? After a few taps, I found the history of addresses saved to the app, careful to not glance at any personally listed friend's or co-workers' addresses for their privacy. The last inputted address had been from a few months prior, a distasteful frown tugging at my lips. What the fuck? I clicked around the cache and sure enough, found that the last address Jungkook had used had been wiped from the navigator's memory. He'd deleted it!
"Fucking hell," I seethed, feeling my heart pound irritably in my chest. It must have been Rachel's address; there's no other reason he should've deleted-
"Yumin?"
I went frigid at the sound of Jungkook's sleepy voice penetrating my ears through the darkness. My hands trembled as I tried to switch off his phone, but before I could the device was snatched from my grasp.
"Jungkook-"
"What're you-" The device lit up the maknae's face, swollen from sleep, as his eyes adjusted to his screen. After a moment, I watched his face fall, his eyes glossing over with tears as he quickly glanced from me to his phone and back. "Why were you- What the fuck were you looking at this for!?"
"Jungkook, I-"
The brunet pushed himself from beneath his covers and to his feet, towering above me as I froze in place. "Stop fucking snooping around, Yumin! How many times have I told you to drop it, huh!? You don't need to know where I was that night! None of you do!"
My immediate response was to apologize, afraid the maknae would grow more enraged by the second, but something in the back of my head told me to stand my ground. If he were innocent, he wouldn't lash out.
"Jungkook, if something bad happened that night, you would just fucking tell us so we're not running around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you!" I heard his bedroom door click open but ignored it. "Something happened that night, and if you had nothing to do with it you wouldn't be this fucking defensive about it. You're guilty, Jungkook, and you fucking know it! What did you do, huh? Lie and say you were going to pick something up just so you could get away from us? Huh!? Or worse! You probably lied just to go out and fuck someone and ended up spending the night at their place, didn't you!?"
Jungkook froze, the color draining from his face as his eyes grew wide with fear. I knew it. "Well? What is it? If you were fucking innocent, you'd just come forward and say where you were, but you're not. You're guilty of something and I'm gonna figure out what it is no matter how long you stay quiet!"
"Okay, that's enough!"
We turned our heads to find the others standing in the doorway, Yoongi stomping over and grabbing ahold of my wrist. I made to yank myself free but his grip was too strong, hauling me away from Jungkook as I gave him one final glare full of disgust and anger before padding heatedly after the brunet. He pulled me into my room, shutting the door and pressing me back against it as he reached up to grip my chin.
"What has gotten into you?" he hissed, cheeks flaring irritably. I jerked my face out of his grasp, pushing against his chest to give us some distance between each other.
"I know he did something," I seethed, trying to fight off the migraine that threatened to form in my temples. "And, I'm trying to put the pieces together. If he were innocent he wouldn't be so fucking secretive, so what the fuck did he do!?"
"Yumin, I don't know what you're talking about. Jungkook hasn't done anything!"
"Oh yeah!? Then why was the address he used the night he didn't come home deleted from his phone? Huh? If he didn't do anything he wouldn't have anything to hide, but he does!"
"You sound crazy, you know that right?"
"I'm well aware."
I stalked off towards my bed, ruffling up my sheets to prepare for bed. Yoongi stood by my door, his gaze glued on my backside as I huffed and sat back against my mattress.
"You need to stop snooping around, Yumin."
"And, you need to stay out of my damn business."
I glanced over to see the hurt reflected in Yoongi's dark gaze. It quickly vanished as he shook his head, running a hand through his hair before stepping back out into the hall. Turning over, I buried my face in my pillow, groaning as loudly as possible while I smacked my hands down beside my head.
Fuck!
Shoving my hand into my front pocket, I pulled out my phone, clicking blindly through it until I opened my chat with Kiana and Freya. I needed to talk to someone outside of my own household for a minute.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬🔥
YUMIN
I swear to fucking god I'm going to burn down a
building!!😤
FREYA
Let's not do that👀
KIANA
What happened?
KIANA
Did you check the navigator??
YUMIN
No!
YUMIN
I checked the navigation app on Jungkook's phone
YUMIN
And he fucking caught me!
KIANA
Well, fuck💀
FREYA
Did you find an address??
YUMIN
No, but I looked through the cache and found that he
deleted the last used address
YUMIN
The last listed one is from months ago
YUMIN
He deleted Rachel's address off his phone😤
KIANA
How do you know it was Rachel's?
YUMIN
Where else could he have disappeared to!?
YUMIN
We started arguing when I got caught and when I mentioned
him cheating he looked guilty!!
YUMIN
Kiana, I'm not stupid when it comes to these things
YUMIN
He fucking slept with Rachel and I don't fucking care what
he says anymore
YUMIN
Lying prick😑
FREYA
You should still check the Bentley before you jump
to any more conclusions
FREYA
Although it looks like you've already made up your
mind about this whole situation
KIANA
I don't like where any of this is going
FREYA
Me neither
YUMIN
When everyone goes to their rooms tonight
YUMIN
I'll take the keys from the kitchen and go check
the Bentley
FREYA
Text us if you find anything!!
FREYA
I want all the tea
KIANA
Freya, get serious👀
FREYA
I am!!
YUMIN
I will don't worry
YUMIN
I'm going to need someone to vent to when I find out
it is Rachel's address and I'm not crazy
KIANA
You definitely are crazy
FREYA
For sure👀
YUMIN
Thanks a lot
Read
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My brief hassle with Jungkook still lingered about my thoughts as I slipped from my room, glancing down both sides of the hall before creeping down the staircase. I felt sick to my stomach, tears clouding my vision even before I could make it to the bottom floor. I didn't want to be right. I didn't want to find Rachel's address in the history of the Bentley's navigator. Maybe it'll be Sejin's place? I tried to assure myself, even though Sejin had had no clue where Jungkook had gone that night.
Fuck.
Jingling sounded from the kitchen and I froze, thinking one of the others had gotten up for a late-night drink, but only Nari rounded the corner, staring up at me with her piercing blue eyes through the early moonlight. I offered her a pat on the head before slipping past her and grabbing the Bentley's keys from off their rack near the door. I kept them clutched against my palm to prevent them from making a sound, unlocking the front door as quietly as possible and slipping out into the cool night air.
The cold of the night seeped into the skin of my bared feet. I tiptoed down the wooden steps to the garage, holding my breath to fight off more tears that threatened to fall. I felt like a detective for all the wrong reasons: snooping around my boyfriend's car to find out if he was fooling around with my abuser. I shouldn't have had to do this. Ever. My skin flushed with goose flesh as I slipped inside the garage through the side door near the stairs, shutting myself inside and releasing a shaky breath. Creeping towards the midnight black car, I unlocked the driver's side and slipped in, shutting the door and locking myself in pitch-black silence.
An eery crackle sounded in my ears, like the static of an old TV. I leaned forward, clicking my phone on and scrolling through my texts with Freya to find Rachel's address. I read it over and over again, burning it into my brain as I inserted the keys to the Bentley and turned it on. The car chimed as it clicked and blinked to life, the dash lighting up with pale white lights around each button of the radio and AC, the screen in the center coming on with a friendly message before halting on the home screen.
"C'mon," I groaned sleepily, scrolling through until I found the navigation app. I paused, listening to my heart thud in my chest. What was I going to do if I found what I was looking for? How was I going to confront Jungkook? Or the others? Would they even believe me? Yoongi already said I sounded crazy earlier after my fight with the maknae.
Shaking my head, I clicked on the navigator's history, my eyes scanning over the screen until they rested on the last used address. I felt all the warmth drain from my body, every ounce of feeling slipping to my feet and out of me through the floorboards of the car.
"Oh my God."
Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me. I held my phone up with the screen on the dash, eyes flicking back and forth as I read over the address. Over and over. The tears I'd been holding in all night finally trickled down my cheeks, stuffing my nose and making it hard to breathe. I didn't want this. After everything...
The addresses were a match.
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I got a job! I'm still going to try and update regularly though. My hours shouldn't get too much in the way of my writing. :)