La Grande Maison: A Mystery in Three Acts 🎠
The rooftop is your safe haven. It’s your escape from the woes of the world below and, you and your best friends take every opportunity you can to visit this special place. It’s here that time slows down, that all your problems seem to fade away...
But when one of you goes missing, not even the rooftop can save you from the nightmare that has yet to unfold.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader (but also this one is mainly about good ol fashion friendship)
Genre: Mystery/Thriller
Word Count: 25k
Warnings (please read me!!!): angst (like seriously chief this one is ROUGH), alcohol use (not excessive), drug use (not excessive), violence, mentions of murder/crime/kidnapping, swearing (excessive), mentions of death, character death (not major), SMUT (18+ only please).
A/N: hello yes. It is me. This one is ALOT my friends. Like holy freaking heck. I am honestly so incredibly excited for you to read this and, I can’t wait to see what you think of it. It’s my actual baby and, I’m kind of nervous cause, I’ve never written a fic like this before so, I really really really hope you like it. If you do, please let me know, feedback means everything to me.
Please Note: Bolded text indicates when characters are speaking Korean
Regarding Taehyung’s French scenes (yes our boy is fluent in french in this fic), I did my best. My french isn’t perfect so, if there are mistakes I am super sorry.
Please please please let me know if you liked it!
I love you all so much, please enjoy.
Act I- Sur La Grande Maison
The rooftop is a place you often end up.
It’s a little cliché, you think: a bunch of misfits corralled onto a dodgy high-rise building in the middle of the city, cigarette smoke wafting in the air.
But you and your friends aren’t delinquents.
The worst any of you has ever done is get a speeding ticket and that only happened because, one of you had dared Hoseok to go over 100 miles an hour on the highway: Hoseok never turns down a dare.
But no, the rooftop is a quiet place despite the shady motel it rests upon and, it’s a place you and your group of friends cherish for different reasons
Jin likes it because; he can spot new street food vendors from the massive height of the building. He’s made all of you try some interesting shit but, most of the time, it’s delicious.
Namjoon has perfect view of the river and, sometimes he separates from the seven of you to write poetry while gazing down at it.
Yoongi doesn’t always join you but, he finds himself dragging himself out of the house to listen to the underground rappers that perform in the club next door.
He thinks he can do better.
He’s probably right.
The rooftop gives Hoseok the space to dance; he doesn’t have it downstairs in the room he rents and, he can’t afford a practice room. So, he brings out his old speakers and amuses the rest of you while he moves fluidly around the concrete.
Taehyung loves to paint the skyline and, the roof allows him a view that he can’t get anywhere else. He’s painted it a hundred times but, he hasn’t used every color; not yet at least.
Jungkook brings his dads old polaroid up every time you guys meet. He takes unflattering pictures of all of you and, you know it’s just for fun but, what you don’t know is that he’s made a collage on his wall of all of them and, he smiles at them each morning as he heads to work.
And Jimin well…
Jimin has a lot of reasons why he loves the rooftop:
His friends of course; he can’t imagine his life without all of the late nights/early mornings he’s spent huddled up with his best friends, laughing so hard he can’t see straight.
The view is amazing, it makes Jimin feel like he lives in a penthouse despite him working three minimum wage jobs just to keep a shitty roof over his head.
But all of those things pale in comparison to his favorite thing about the rooftop: you.
You’ve been friends since high school but eight months ago, he started realizing that the little crush he had is actually full-blown LOVE and, that he should probably tell you soon before he loses his shit.
Luckily for him, you reciprocated.
It wasn’t easy at first, Jimin’s a jealous man and, he let his trust issues get in the way but, after a few stupid fights, he decided he needed to grow up and knock it off.
The rooftop saw it all, the fights, the making up, the making out and, one night when everyone fell asleep, Jimin made you cum three times underneath the blanket the two of you were sharing.
It’s a little filthy he knows but, he gets kind of primal around you, he wants everyone to know you’re his.
But he knows when it’s appropriate to do so and, he’d never try to control you.
Unless you two were in bed together then, there are times when you give him that control.
He always brings you down nicely though, he always kisses your forehead...
You think you might fall in love with him a little more each time.
“Y/N?”
A voice brings you out of your thoughts and, you look up across the makeshift bonfire to see Hoseok smirking knowingly at you.
“There’s an old mattress over by the chimney if you and Jimin need to relieve yourselves...”
There is a small echo of laughter that moves through the group and, you cock your head in confusion, “What are you talking about?
Jimin throws a cigarette butt at him, wrapping an arm around you, “Fuck off. She doesn’t realize she does it...” You feel him tuck a bit of hair behind your ear, smiling fondly at you, “Don’t worry about him, he’s just mad he doesn’t have a girl looking at him like that.”
You turn towards the rest of your friends, “Wait what do you mean? What did I do?”
With chaos in his eyes, Jin takes the cigarette Namjoon passes to him before nodding to you, “You were eye fucking your boyfriend.”
“Shut uuuup.” You answer immediately, burying your face in Jimin’s neck which prompts a pleased round of laughter to move past his lips.
You didn’t realize you were doing it but, you don’t protest his observation.
It’s been nearly a month since you’ve had a night off, meaning you’ve gone without your boyfriend’s touch for way too long.
He tugs you closer to him and presses a kiss to your head whilst everyone else laughs at your expense.
As the night breeze rushes in to move between the eight of you, Jimin holds you even tighter, tugging the old knitted blanket around your body.
“Give her a break, she’s been without dick for a long time...it’s been like a month since we met up.” Taehyung interjects, taking a drag of the cigarette before passing it to Jungkook.
Cigarettes are nearly $10 a pack, so they share one at a time and, pitch in when the supply runs low.
You don’t smoke but five of them do and, you’re kind of thankful your boyfriend isn’t one of them.
“So? Do you guys not meet up in between? Y/N has a studio, plenty of privacy...” Jin waves his hand between the two of you, judgement in his eyes.
Jimin tenses up beside you, not really enjoying the way the conversation has shifted, “We both work 3 jobs hyung, you know that.”
“You’re right. Sex is probably quite straining for you...” Jin smirks, enjoying the annoyance in Jimin’s eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jimin’s eyes are narrowed and, you are quickly coming up with a plan to distract your boyfriend from Jin’s teasing.
His not exactly a good candidate for roasting; he’s far too sensitive for that.
“You know cause it’s...” Jin positions his fingers in such a way that suggests that Jimin has a small dick
“Jin-” Namjoon groans in warning but, Jungkook and Hoseok have already started snickering.
You expect your boyfriend to pop off, guns a blazing, eyes alight with offence but, instead he just smirks.
Letting his hand curve around the ball of your knee, he says something that nullifies Jin’s insult,
“You don’t have to have a big dick to be good in bed hyung...”
Jin isn’t phased and he raises his eyebrows as he holds the cigarette to his lips, “That’s something people with small dicks say.”
Hoseok and Jungkook snicker again, enjoying the drama and Taehyung grins from behind his phone, shaking his head.
Jimin’s smirk widens as his hand continues to trail up your thigh, “Do you think I’m bad in bed?”
His question is spoken into your ear and, his breath against your skin causes a shiver to run through you.
“No.” You giggle, leaning into him and, he’s quick to tighten his grip on you, his lips quickly finding the side of your head.
“Now, Y/N...every good relationship is built on trust. You two will never last if you continue to lie.” Jin’s laughter escalates to a full-blown windshield wiper volume and, surprisingly enough, it’s Yoongi who shuts him down
“Your fiancé made you sleep on the couch with me the other night because, you were too drunk to get it up so,” Yoongi tilts his head as if he’s wagering two options, “you're not really in the position to be talking shit.”
Everyone’s face turns up in surprise as Yoongi, or Mouse, as they like to call him, puts Jin on blast without even looking up from his phone.
“Mouse just ended your whole life bro.” Hoseok cackles, throwing back a bit of vodka as Jungkook leans into him with the weight of his laughter.
Jin waves him off like the unbothered king he is and, gestures to the vodka bottle in Hoseok’s hands, “Mouse’s have tiny dicks too so, he’s just jealous.”
Namjoon literally cringes in his seat, looking at Jin with incredulity, “Mice not mouse’s...”
Taehyung laughs at that, leaning forward a bit to warm his hands around the fire. He looks exhausted but, then again, so do the rest of you.
But it speaks volumes doesn’t it?
That you’re all hear together, on your only days off, soaking up every bit of time you have.
Roasting aside, anyone can see that there is nothing but love between the eight of you.
If you had it your way, you’d spend every night up here.
Jimin reminds you with his lips, just how long it’s been as he places a few kisses against your cheek, “Come play with me.”
You giggle, turning in his grip to meet his grinning face, “You sound like the twins from The Shining...”
Jimin’s eyes wrinkle with his laughter but, he’s quick to place a searing kiss to your lips along with another sinful phrase, “Please? I haven’t seen you naked in a month.”
You shake your head, tucking hand behind his neck to pull him closer to you, “I’ve sent you nudes...”
Jimin’s quick to kiss you again but, his lips pout further and, you notice the scent of after shave lingering around his face.
That shouldn’t turn you on but, for whatever reason, it does.
“Yes you did and, trust me when I say, I put them to good use-” He kisses you again, nudging your nose as he does, “but I want the real thing.”
“Let’s go then.” You whisper against his lips
He kisses you once more before, getting Hoseok’s attention, “Yah, I need your key.”
Hoseok lives on the 8th floor of the motel you’re currently loitering on and, his room is a place you and Jimin often end up during nights like these.
Most people would be weirded out by it but, for you guys, it’s normal.
You don’t bat your eyes at the seedier sides of life, you’ve all lived through it in some way.
Hoseok just smirks, reaching into the pocket of his jeans, “Stay off my bed unless you plan on inviting me this time.”
Jimin just flips him off, grinning fondly at him before taking your hand and, tugging you towards the door.
“Don’t be too long, we wanna play poker!” Jungkook calls after the two of you and, although Jimin has a mission in mind, he responds anyway.
“With what money?”
“We’re playing for bragging rights obviously, that shit means more to you heathens than actual money.” Namjoon smirks, taking a swig of the vodka before passing it to Yoongi.
“That doesn’t apply to me; I would sell all of you for an even $500.” Yoongi remarks, taking a big gulp and, bearing his teeth as it burns his throat.
The rest of you just laugh but, before you can add your two sense, Jimin is tugging you behind the door.
He has you pressed up against it immediately, his hands finding your waist whilst his plush lips kiss you with everything he’s got.
You’re quick to reciprocate as your hands slide around the curve of his neck. Delicately, your fingers tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck and, it spurs Jimin on even more as he groans into your mouth.
“Christ, what are you doing to me?” He laments against your mouth, causing laughter to bubble past your lips, “It’s not funny...” He laments but, he’s grinning as he does, walking you backwards towards the elevator, “I’ve only been kissing you for ten seconds and, I’m already so hard.”
You tug him through the elevator doors the collar of his t-shirt all while trying to keep your lips connected, “Should I only expect you to last for ten seconds too?”
Jimin grunts in protest, his brows furrowing cutely as he shakes his head, “Don’t make fun of me, I missed you...” He whines playfully, smirking when you hitch a leg around his waist.
“I missed you too.” You breath and, you always marvel at young Jimin can make you feel.
You’re fully grown, sexually active adults and, yet here you grinding into one another like a bunch of hormonal rookies. The denim of his jeans pressing against the soft cotton of your panties hits you right in the pit of your stomach and, you’re honestly a little shocked by how wet you are.
Jimin slides the key card through Hoseok’s door several times before it finally works.
This motel is not a featured business on Yelp.
“Fucking door- ugh Jesus I don’t know how he gets this open when he’s hammered.” Jimin laughs, pulling you close to him as soon as he shoves Hoseok’s door shut.
“I have found him sleeping in the hallway before.” You point out but, the importance of your reply dies on your tongue when Jimin steps back to pull his shirt off.
You don’t hide your reaction either, letting your eyes wander over the masterpiece that is Jimin’s body.
He’s slightly tan from his days working at the pool, his sinewy muscles protruding tastefully against his smooth skin; it’s enough to make you drool.
But to center yourself, you comment on something tangible before you literally start begging for him,
“Your tattoo is healing nicely.” You nod your head to the black ink scrawled across Jimin’s ribs
The word ‘nevermind’ has never looked so good on someone's skin before.
He just smirks, “Yeah, it’s still a little sore though.”
“Oh?” With a tilt of your head, you let your eyes scan over it again, “Should I kiss it better?”
Your question doesn’t get answered because the next thing you know, Jimin has you on the couch, sat astride on his lap with your shirt half way up your torso.
“I want you naked- I don’t give a fuck if they’re waiting on us...”
All you can manage is a nod and, Jimin quickly tugs your shirt over your head.
He connects his lips to the crook of your neck, sighing into your skin as if the taste alone soothes him.
“You missed me too right?” He mumbles causing you to gently tug on the black tendrils of his hair so he’ll face you.
“Of course.” You peck his lips once before pushing him back against the arm of the couch, “See?”
Jimin nearly busts right there when you lean back to pull your skirt up, exposing the dampened material of your panties.
Your boyfriend has a panty fetish that nearly warrants concern. For months, he would beg you to leave your panties with him after the two of you had sex until finally; you were down to your last 8 pair.
He bought you more of course but, that didn’t stop him from begging all over again.
“Fuck these are my favorite...” He winces at the sight, letting out a shaky breath before his darkening irises find yours again, “Leave them on.”
You smirk, letting your skirt down and, pecking at his lips once again, “I thought you wanted me naked.”
He bites down on your bottom lip, pulling it for a moment and, letting it snap back in place,
“I changed my mind. I wanna cum all over these pretty little panties you’re wearing instead...”
Jimin makes good on his promise.
Sex with Jimin is something else.
The pleasure he brings you is so intense it’s almost painful.
It’s almost painful because, you hardly see each other and, if you had it your way, you’d be in his lap all the time.
But, life doesn’t work that way.
So, you take what you can get.
He makes you cum twice on his dick, with his thumb pressed firmly against your clit.
He whispers dirty secrets in your ear and, somehow manages to make you feel both filthy and beautiful all at once.
Prodding another weakness of his, hickies, you help him reach his own release and, within 10 minutes he’s attaining the orgasm he’s been craving so desperately.
“Fuck, I missed you so much...” He croons into your neck, nuzzling his nose there for a moment as you run your fingers through his hair.
“I missed you too.” You smile, kissing the shell of his ear
The two of you stay like that for a moment, kissing on one another, relishing in your reunion.
When the time is right, the two of you will share a place one day but, for now, you have to continue working hard and saving money for the things your future.
And speaking of making money...
Your phone buzzes in the pocket of your skirt and, you sadly drag your attention away from your boyfriend to see a text from your boss at the nursing home
Xander: Christian called out tonight :/
Xander: you want to work a double?
Night shifts pay time and a half and, it would be another 8 hours on this next paycheck...
It’s like a punch to the chest really.
Because, you have to leave.
One your one night off in nearly a month.
You feel like crying but, you know that’s ridiculous.
Jimin’s face falls as he sees the text on your phone but, he knows that his disappointment will only make you feel guilty and, he really doesn’t want that.
So instead, he curls a finger underneath your chin and, kisses you with a tenderness that he doesn’t often display.
Not that he isn’t sweet with you, it’s just that his lips are sinful and, normally they are working you into a frenzy.
The time you two have together is so limited that everything always feels so rushed but, in this moment, he takes the time to kiss you slowly.
And as he brushes a thumb across your cheek, he makes a promise to you, “I promise, we’ll get our break someday and, when that day comes, I’ll be kissing this pretty mouth of yours every chance I get...”
You smile, leaning into his hand, “I’ll make you breakfast every morning…and we can decorate together our place together and-“
Jimin interrupts your fantasy with a kiss, grinning fondly into your lips, “Anything you want.”
You wrap your arms around him once more, tucking your face into his neck, wishing desperately that you can stay here with him all night…
“I love you.” You whisper into his skin
“I love you too.” He replies, kissing the side of your head
Jimin walks you downstairs to the exit of the motel and, he tries his best to swallow his disappointment.
Your car is in the shop so; you’ll catch the bus right up the street and, try to remind yourself why you’re working so hard.
With a tight and lingering embrace, Jimin says his goodbyes to you, pecking your lips a dozen more times.
“Text me when you get home tonight…” He requests with a soft voice and, you nod, kissing him once more before stepping outside.
Jimin leans against the stained glass, watching you with love in his eyes as you turn to wave frantically at him.
It brings a giggle to his lips as he waves back, feeling an ache in his heart as you disappear into the crowd of people.
Jimin knows he’s never loved another person the way he loves you.
He knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
But what Jimin didn’t know is that the agony of watching you leave after only a short time with him is nothing compared to the pain he has yet to endure.
Because tonight is no ordinary night.
Tonight, is the night you go missing.
Kosei Police Station, Thursday 6:24am
It’s been 54 hours since your friends heard from you.
Xander called Jimin, your emergency contact, when you didn’t show up for your shift Monday night.
The group promptly blew up your cell phone, trying any means necessary to reach you.
When there was no reply, they showed up to your apartment and much to their horror, the property manager has no recollection of you returning home.
“How long has she been missing?”
Jimin wants to scream at the uninterested clerk behind the desk.
He wants to scream in general.
The police station should be in full chaos at the news of your absence.
They should be on the phone with every available resource, repeating your name and details over and over.
But it’s not.
It’s eerily calm and, he doesn’t understand why.
“The last time I saw her was on Monday. She was supposed to work that night but, her manager said she never showed up.”
Jimin doesn’t recognize his own voice.
He feels like he’s outside of his body.
“Mhm…” The man drone behind the glass, casually typing a few things into the computer, “And what was her name again?”
Jimin’s blood boils over and, thank god for Namjoon because, he immediately intervenes.
“Y/N Y/L/N. She’s __ years old, she has __ hair, __ eyes and, she was last seen at the Paybrook Motel, Monday night. This isn’t like her to disappear. What is your protocol for these kinds of things?”
The man enters the information before shrugging at Namjoon’s question, “Uh we’ll send a squad car out to do some ground work but, uh honestly most cases like these are resolved pretty quickly, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”
Taehyung arches a brow, leaning in towards the bulletproof glass, “You wouldn’t- you wouldn’t worry too much about it? Our best friend is missing…”
The man nods immediately, as if he’s amending his mistake, “Of course, I just mean- she’ll probably turn up you know, most people do.”
Jimin’s eyes are stinging, he’s trying his best to keep it together but, the fluorescent lights are blinding him, the stale scent of old coffee makes him want to vomit, he feels like he’s losing his mind.
“Y/N isn’t most people…” Jimin spits, his eyes honing in on the man, “She wouldn’t just vanish like this, something must have happened to her, this is an emergency. Why aren’t you sending someone out right now?”
“Sir, this is the inner city, no offense but, people like her disappear all the time…”
Jimin’s eyes narrow, “People like her? What the fuck does that mean?”
“Jimin.” Yoongi murmurs, wrapping an arm around him and urges him away from the desk before things get out of hand.
Surprisingly, Jimin follows but, not without sending a warning glare towards the clerk.
Long story short; the police are no help.
They don’t understand the gravity of the situation.
They don’t seem to grasp the pain the seven of your friends are feeling.
Even if they did, it doesn’t appear that they would care either way.
But the thing is, your friends are used to this.
They are used to being let down by the people who they’re supposed to trust.
Their hardships cultivated a unique ability within them each of them.
And that ability was to fend for themselves.
So a plan is made to spread out and search for you on their own.
With heavy hearts and fire running through their veins, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and, Jungkook leave their responsibilities behind to search for their best friend.
Act II- Sous La Grande Maison
Jimin- Chillzzz Ice Cream Parlor, Black Swan Brewery and Pub, Cozy Acres Retirement Home
Thursday 7:38pm-10:01pm
Jimin spent most of the day retracing your steps like a mad man. He went back to the motel and, walked along the path you would have taken to the bus stop, he showed your photo to every person who would give him the time of day. He spoke with subway drivers, businessmen in suits, homeless people but, no one spoke up, most of them wouldn’t even look at him…
He cried beneath the awning of the motel, not even noticing the judgmental looks that were thrown his way.
For good measure, he calls you and texts you another 50 times as he tries to swallow the acidic taste of fear crawling up his throat.
Where the fuck were you?
He visits your boss at the ice cream store but, she says she hasn’t seen you since your shift Monday morning.
He makes his way to the dive bar you wait tables at but, they have the same story except they haven’t seen you since Sunday night.
Everyone at both locations says the same thing though…
“It’s so unlike her you know? To just disappear.”
“I really hope nothing happened to her.”
“Whatever you need, just let us know.”
Jimin feels like he wants to pass out.
He feels like he’s been dropped in the dead center of a nightmare.
But, he knows he has to act quickly
The city has a habit of swallowing people whole and, he’ll be damned if his girlfriend falls victim to its clutches.
He makes a final stop at the retirement home you work in to speak with Xander.
Xander shows his concern for you in a big way; it makes Jimin slightly uneasy.
“Oh my god what are we gonna do? The police aren’t on it? How are they not taking this seriously?
“Jimin, we have to find her man, I would be devastated if something happened to her.”
“She’s my best employee, she’s absolutely precious…”
Jimin has half a mind to tell him to ‘shut the fuck up’
This is his girlfriend.
His everything.
Not Xander’s.
But Jimin knows he’s sensitive right now and, Xander’s behavior is a nice change of pace.
At least he gives a shit.
With all of his leads coming up dry, he decides to visit the one person who just might be able to help.
Someone who always assured him that they would be there should he need absolutely anything.
Someone who just might have the means to operate above the incompetence of the police department.
“Come here.” Lady’s voice is tender and, reassuring as she quickly pulls Jimin into her chest.
He collapses into her arms, an abrupt sob leaving his lips as he clutches the satin of her blouse.
Lady is a special person.
Jimin started working as her pool boy just over a year ago and, she quickly welcomed him into her life.
She was becoming the mother Jimin never had and, in this moment, in the wake of his misery, he needs her more than ever.
“I don’t understand-“ He cries into her neck, her perfume is far too strong for his liking but, he remains close to her anyway, “Where is she? She never does this, she always gets back to us I- fuck…what if something happened to her? What if someone ki- ki…oh my god.” He wants to throw up, he can’t even get the word to pass his lips because, the thought of you being harmed literally sickens him.
“Shhh shhh shh, honey it’s ok, just breathe for me alright? Just breathe…” She coos, rubbing his back gently, her face tight with sadness, “I already have my guys working on it. They got started this morning once the news broke. I’ll put flyers up at the country club as well; everyone I have at my disposal is out there looking for her alright?”
Jimin just nods, he isn’t able to say much through his tears but, her words do calm him slightly.
Lady has resources that Jimin doesn’t have and, for the first time, he is going to accept her help.
She’s offered to assist him many times in a myriad of different ways:
Rent money, tuition assistance, money for textbooks, a new car…
But Jimin’s turned them down all the same; he never wants to feel like he owes someone for something.
He accepts the free food and, the occasional fancy clothes she gifts from her deceased husbands closet and, if anyone thinks of judging him for strutting around in dead guy clothes, Jimin would promptly remind them that he is wearing Gucci and, they are not.
This time though, Jimin doesn’t protest; he will take all the help he can get from anywhere he can get it…
“Let's get you a cup of tea or something, c’mon...”
Lady ushers Jimin to the rich color of her lignum vitae dining table and, she even ensures she pulls out a chair for him to rest easy on.
Jimin practically slumps into it, his body helpless.
Lady already had a pot ready for him and, although Jimin tries to act like he doesn’t enjoy it, she knows Lavender is his favorite...
“The police have her vehicle information in their news report, I’ll have my guys searching for her civic in no time.” She murmurs, pouring his tea and, eyeing him carefully.
Jimin winces, watching the steam rise from his cup, trying to hold onto reality, “Her car is still in the shop.”
“That’s right my goodness,” Lady puts a hand to her chest, shaking her head, “Do you think the person who cut her cables had something to do with this?”
His heart sinks but, he hesitates a moment before responding, dread filling his chest once again, “I- I don’t know maybe? It’s not impossible. It’s been in the shop for the last two months though, it wouldn’t make sense for them to wait so long. Oh god, unless they have been watching her? Do you really thinks that’s possible?”
She brings him into her arms again, the pads of her fingers rubbing gently against his lower back, “There are sick people in this world Jimin. But I promise you honey, we are going to do everything we can to bring her home.”
Jimin leaves Lady’s house with a slightly better outlook.
Slightly
You are still missing of course but, at least he has someone powerful on his side.
Lady is an incredible person and, without her, Jimin thinks he might lose his mind.
Jin- The Night Market, Friday 8:22pm
You all like the rooftop for different reasons, Jin likes it for the landscape of the night market: The neon lights illuminating the different food carts, the bustling movement of all of the patrons eager to try the next deep fried delicacy. As he walks along the wet cement, he smiles to himself, remembering all the times he used to drag the seven of you down here. He always saved his tips from the restaurant, and once a month, he would splurge, buying everything in sight. The complaints would soon cease as he shoved fried cheese in your faces, the desire to eat like royalty overcoming the group. And you would, you’d eat until you couldn’t walk anymore and, Jin would feel warmth blooming in his chest as he watched all of his friends, whom were more like family, eating well. He’s the oldest, he would think, it was his job to watch over the people he loves. It’s in this moment, as he’s reminiscing that he feels despair tear through his heart.
He had failed.
Because, one of you were gone.
One of you weren’t safely tucked under his mother-goose gaze.
Your smile comes through his subconscious then and, it feels like a thousand tiny needles scurrying up his cheeks to prick at his eyes.
You always laughed at his puns, no matter how stupid they were
You always tried whatever food he put in front of you, no matter how strange or spicy it was, you’d humor him.
With a heavy hand, he wipes the tears from his eyes before they can spill over.
He doesn’t have time for pain right now.
Because, tonight he’s at the market for different reasons.
Tonight, he was here to investigate.
The Night Market vendors are an interesting crowd, most of them were older, just trying to make ends meet by selling their creations but, there were a few newcomers that Jin’s noticed over the years.
They were lured in by the neon, the paper lanterns, the money…
They didn’t understand the culture of this place and, Jin resented them for it.
“Yah! You’re the money man yeah? Are you buying me out tonight? Where are your friends?”
Jin is forced out of his inner thoughts and, he meets the eyes of an older gentleman who owns the Mandu stand; one of his favorites.
“I’m not here for much tonight, my friends are busy but,” He selfishly scans the selection of dumplings, plump and ripe for the taking. He points to a pork and vegetable one to the right of the case, “I’ll take one of the pork ones for the road. Is it ok if I ask you a few questions?”
The man wrinkles his brow in confusion, “Me? I guess so, what can I do for you?”
With a deep sigh, Jin pulls out his phone, with a photo of you as his home screen. He swallows back the bit of misery in his throat as he sees your face, before showing it to the vendor, “This is my friend. She went missing three days ago and, she was last seen up on that rooftop over there, “ He gestures to the motel, “She left alone and, she would have walked right past here on her way home. Did you see her at all?”
As he pushes his glasses up his nose, the man squints at the photo, trying to make sense of it. After a moment, he shakes his head.
“Sorry. I haven’t seen her.” His eyes flit over the image again, a bit of darkness lingering in his eyes, “Pretty little thing though…”
Jin immediately rips his phone from the man’s view, disgusted at his comment but, he doesn’t want to make a scene and risk his line of information being cut off.
“Thanks. If you remember anything let me know. I’ll be around for a bit.”
He grunts in response, his interest waning as another customer walks up to his stand.
Jin feels an immense amount of frustration; why the fuck does this man think its ok to gawk at you despite what he’s just told him?
Does he have no heart?
Raking his hand through his hair, Jin takes a deep breath. He doesn’t have time for his emotions right now, he needs to push forward.
He moves throughout the stands, showing your picture to every familiar face that will give him the time of day.
The chorus of no’s that echo back at him, slowing chip away at his resolve and, he feels himself growing desperate as he nears the end of the market.
He hates how suspicious he feels.
He hates that this place, which is home to so many happy memories, is now shrouded with a kind of darkness that he’s only ever read about in books.
He feels sick with the thought of coming back without you; he doesn’t think he ever would.
There is a few stands left, which Jin moves through without success before he finally reaches the Tteokbokki stand.
It’s his favorite and, normally he’d be shoveling an entire tray of it into his mouth.
But tonight, the smell of the sauce makes his stomach turn.
“Excuse me, have you-“ Jin begins wearily but, he’s quickly cut off by the man beneath the umbrella.
“You’re here about the missing girl right?”
The man’s brow rises but, it does nothing to smooth out the valleys of wrinkles between his eyes.
“I am…” Jin crosses his arms, reluctant to continue the conversation as the man smirks salaciously in his direction, “How did you know?”
His smirk grows when he holds up a yellow walkie-talkie, “Word travels fast. I’m guessing you’re here to ask me if I’ve seen her and, I would tell you that I have but, unless you have something to offer me. I’m afraid that’s all I plan on telling you.”
Jin’s face immediately flushes red. Anger floats up beneath the surface of his surprise but, he knows that if he reacts in the way he that wants to, the man will shut down.
“What do you want?” He mutters through the tension in his jaw.
The man’s gaze travels over Jin’s figure before settling on the pocket of his jeans, “Buy me out for the night and, I’ll tell you what I saw...”
A quick scan of his cart shows Jin roughly 3 dozen trays of Tteokbokki. Even if he had an appetite, he doesn’t have the stomach or the means to consume that much food, nor does he have a way to get it back to his apartment.
“How much is your cart worth?”
The man tilts his head, squinting his eyes in thought, “Well, its 3 for a tray and there’s 47 on the cart…you do the math.”
Jin finally does send a glare towards the man; enraged that he’s capitalizing off of his grief but, he types in the calculations none the less.
“$141…” He concludes, showing him the number on his cell phone, “I don’t have that much.”
With a shrug, the man gives Jin a look of faux disappointment, “That’s a shame, I guess my memory is a little hazy then. Maybe I saw her, maybe I didn’t- have a good night.”
“Wait- please I…” Jin takes a deep breath, pulling out a wad of cash from his pocket, “I only have $100 right now but, I can get more. I work at the sushi restaurant up the street, I’ll bring you all of my tips for the next week.”
The man eyes him suspiciously, mulling over his offer, “The next two weeks…”
Jin’s never been so angry in his life and, part of him wants to flip over his cart and, leave him to clean up the mess but, he knows he has to bargain with him.
He has no other choice.
“Fine.” He throws the money onto the counter with a stern look, “Keep the food, just tell me what you know.”
The man takes his time, counting the money greedily, smirking with satisfaction as he tucks it into his shirt pocket.
“I saw your friend leaving that motel you always hang out at. The one across the street-“ He nods to the ratty building, “She left and walked along the road for some time before a man approached her.”
Jin’s heart picks up, “A man? What man? What did he look like?”
“I didn’t get a close look. He was tall and dressed in some fancy ass suit. They walked together all the way up the road until I couldn’t see them anymore. She didn’t look uncomfortable; in fact…it kind of looked like she knew him.”
As the man tells his story, Jin writes all of the details down in his phone but, the last bit confuses him.
He didn’t know you knew anyone that owned a suit.
Suits are a luxury that neither he nor any of the other guys can afford.
So who were you with then?
“That’s all? Anything else you remember?”
The man shakes his head, “That’s all I got for you. Thanks for the cash, I look forward to seeing you again with the rest of it.”
A chorus of snickering comes with his last comment and, Jin finally decides he’s had enough of him.
With a roll of his eyes, he walks away, leaving the hustle and bustle of the night market to slowly fade behind him as he makes his way up the street.
He begins typing a message to the group chat, informing everyone of what he found.
He sees your icon at the top of his screen whilst he does and, it triggers the tears collecting in his eyes to finally spill over.
Namjoon- The Marquee River, Friday 9:54pm
Namjoon loves the rooftop for the view of the river. He loves the way the sun and moon expertly change the color of its surface from a crystal blue in the daytime to an inky black in the evening. He loves the way people congregate around it. It’s such a stark contradiction to the city. Everyone always looks so happy and so patient with one another. Families are sprawled out on picnic blankets, friends are laughing and sharing homemade dishes, lovers walk along the river holding hands…
It’s a magical place.
Well, at least Namjoon thinks so.
The boys tease him for it, they call him Namstradamus and, say he concerns himself with hypothetical situations far too often.
But you get it though.
You’ve sat with Namjoon on many nights while he smokes a cigarette, watching the interactions with the same fondness he does.
You laughed as he did little voices for the people he saw and, listened eagerly as he created stories for each of them.
You told him he should be a writer and Namjoon felt a satisfaction that his imagination could entertain you.
Deep down, being a writer is something he’s always dreamed of.
He wishes he was on the rooftop with you now, laughing and bullshitting.
He wishes he could see your smile when Jimin shouts a raunchy compliment your way and, makes a comment about how Namjoon is trying to steal you from him.
Its all for fun though.
Namjoon doesn’t love you like that but, the way he loves you makes tonight’s task so much harder.
He loves you like a sister and, his sister is gone.
Vanished.
And he has to figure out why.
Namjoon is wearing his father’s coat; it’s the only thing warm enough for this weather he tells himself but, really he wears it because it’s the nicest thing in his home.
It makes him feel capable, even though he’s never felt more inadequate in his life.
There isn’t many people left at the river tonight, the cold weather is keeping everyone inside along with the news of your disappearance.
Namjoon has someone in mind though.
Someone who is always here: the groundskeeper.
Namjoon notices him emerge as people begin packing up their things but, he doesn’t approach him just yet.
He stands back and observes his behavior, carefully planning what he needs to say.
But, Namjoon doesn’t get much time as the groundskeeper has noticed him too.
“What is it you seek madam? I can do anything…anything you wish.”
The voice of the groundskeeper is ominous; it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention but, his words confuse him even more.
“Uh excuse me, I’m really sorry to bother you but, I was wondering if you’ve seen my friend. She went missing a few nights ago, I have her picture here…” Namjoon goes to pull out his phone but, the man stops him with a laugh.
It’s not a pleasant sound, it’s crazed and dismissive, it doesn’t mirror the laughter he normally hears from the river.
It makes his stomach turn.
“I know what the princess looks like madam, I’ve seen her looking down at me many times.” The moonlight shines upon his face then and, it’s enough for Namjoon to make out his features.
He looks filthy, skin alight with grease, hair matted with the same substance, his eyes are blue and unfocused. A giant scar interrupts his features and, Namjoon does his best to remain composed despite his appearance.
“So have you seen her? She would have walked right passed here on her way home.” He flashes the picture towards him anyway but, it only prompts another ridiculous laugh from him and, Namjoon feels himself growing irritated.
“Yep! That’s the one! The princess marked for slaughter, oh but she runs from her fate doesn’t she? She runs and runs and runs runs…..she runs a lot. It’s no use madam, you’ll always catch her in the end.”
As he hears the word slaughter, Namjoon feel his blood boil over and, he quickly grabs the snickering man by his shirt, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
The man falters with a gasp but, his laughter continues, his breath fowl and unkempt, “She is gone forever. Left to destiny…left to rot…”
Namjoon feels his heart jump in his chest and he tugs at the man’s shirt again, harder this time, “What do you mean gone? Did you do something to her? If you touched her, I swear I’ll fucking kill you, my friends and I will tear you apart!”
Tears don’t aid in Namjoon’s attempt to look tough but, he can’t help himself.
His grief is unbearable and, all this man can do is laugh…
“I have nothing for you madam…what’s done is done.” He seethes, bearing his grimy teeth as he smiles
“Why do you keep calling me madam? You know who I am, you’ve seen my friends before. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
The man responds by placing a dirty hand against Namjoon’s cheek, leaning in towards his ear, “You are…a work of art madam, it was a pleasure to serve you…”
With this, the man shoves away from Namjoon’s hold and rushes back to the trashcan, muttering to himself all the while.
Namjoon feels unsafe around him, especially as he notices how empty the river has become so, he decides to get out of there.
He wipes his tears as he moves through the trees back towards the noise of the street.
There is nothing but utter anguish inside of him now.
One of his best friends is missing and, his only lead is a raging lunatic.
He sends his findings to the group chat anyway, praying that someone has more information than he does, praying that this nightmare will come to an end.
Yoongi- Ginseng Night Club, Saturday 12:04am,
Yoongi hates clubs. There’s too many people, they’re too loud, everyone is drunk and stupid. He doesn’t really see the point in them. However, Ginseng has a vibe he can appreciate. It’s a little more laid back, a little less expensive and, it’s major upside is its showcase of underground rappers. Yoongi’s never had the courage to get up on stage but, he likes to listen from the rooftop. He judges the contestants from a far because, let’s face it, most of them are trash but, he enjoys their enthusiasm. Some of them are actually pretty good though and, a lot of times Yoongi has to swallow the avarice he feels when he hears them. He can rap too but, the only people who know about it are his friends.
They tell him he’s good enough to make it big but, Yoongi never believes them.
He misses freestyling on the rooftop though and, tonight he’s missing your reactions in particular.
You were always pushing him to perform and one day, drunkenly, you had managed to convince him to promise you that he’d perform at Ginseng on his 26th birthday.
That date is steadily approaching and, although he was terrified of keeping that promise, he desperately wishes that were the reason he was pushing through the crowd at Ginseng right now.
But it isn’t…
Tonight, he’s here to deal with bleaker matter: your disappearance.
Ginseng is cheaper for a reason and, that reason happens to be the crowd.
It’s known for its cast of shady characters: drug dealers, con artists, underground fighters, etc.
He thinks it’s a little pointless, walking into a room full of potential criminals, hoping one of them has the heart to spill any information regarding his missing friend but, he had to try.
Yoongi decided on all black for the evening; it makes him feel bigger and, prepares him for the onslaught of human interaction he’s dreading.
Immediately, his chest is met with the hammering base from the speakers, whilst his nose is met with the stench of cheap liquor and, all eyes are on him.
He’s an unfamiliar face in a club that profits off of regular attendees but, he swallows his anxiety and, soldiers on, heading straight for the bar at the back of the club.
“What can I get for you?” A short haired woman barks over the music, sending a mild glare Yoongi’s way.
He notices the tattoos adorning her neck and arms and, he feels intimidated by her presence but, he responds none the less.
“Whiskey neat.” He mutters, sliding a ten her way and, she eagerly strips it from the counter, shoving it into the register.
“You’ve never been here before.” She notes dryly, grabbing a bottle of Jack from the shelf.
Yoongi nods, shifting on the barstool, “Yeah, I’m here to see if anyone’s seen my friend. She disappeared on this street the other night…”
The woman smirks, nodding her head towards the crowd of people, “Do these people look like they’d be up for snitching?”
He glances back momentarily, “No but, I thought I’d try anyway. I have a picture of her…” He pulls out his phone, flashing the image of you towards the bartender.
She gives it a once over before shaking her head, “Haven’t seen her. I’d remember her if I had. Girlfriend?”
“No…” He clicks the side of his phone, shutting the screen off, “Do you know if I could talk to someone who comes here a lot? Like a regular or something? I’m not trying to cause trouble but-“
“These people aren’t gonna tell you shit unless you speak to Jaebeom first and, I don’t know if he’d be willing to talk to scrawny little thing like you.”
Yoongi has to swallow back the feelings he gets from her insult, feeling smaller and smaller under her gaze.
“Who’s Jaebeom?”
“The owner.” She pushes the drink Yoongi’s way, spilling some of it onto the dirty countertop, “He only does business in Korean…”
“Call him up then,” Yoongi retorts sternly, growing annoyed with her attitude and the carelessness with his liquor, “, that’s my native language. Or tell me where he is…”
“He’s a busy man… I don’t know if he’ll have time for you…”
“Ask him anyways.”
There’s a bit of a stare off lingering between the two of them but, Yoongi doesn’t falter, his confidence waxing.
He’ll be a dick if he has to, he doesn’t care; he has to figure out where you are.
She rolls her eyes, grabbing the receiver from underneath the bar before muttering something into it. Something causes her to raise her brows in surprise and, she looks a little disappointed as she passes the receiver to Yoongi.
He takes it, holding it up to his ear,
“What do you want?”
Moving the receiver to his lips, he responds clearly, trying to mask his nerves, “My friend is missing and, I want to know if you’ve seen her. Or if you know anything about her disappearance.”
The man chuckles deeply on the other end of the line, “Am I a suspect?”
“Everyone is. But I’m not a cop; I’m just here to see if anyone has seen anything.”
“And the police? Do they know about your little friend?”
Yoongi grasps the receiver firmer, attempting to amp up his toughness as he responds, “The police are fucking useless. Look, just let me show you here picture, if you haven’t seen her, I’ll leave.”
There’s only a bit of silence but, it’s enough to get his heart racing before he finally gets a reply, “Second floor, room 632. Don’t make me wait for you.”
Yoongi obliges, pounding his drink and rushing off to meet the man behind the voice.
Jaebeom seems to tower over Yoongi despite the mere inches he has on him and, he looks more intimidating than Yoongi ever could.
Three facial piercings, arms wrapped completely in tattoos, loose tank top adorning his muscular figure; if Yoongi were in a different world, he’d be wishing he was meeting this stranger in his room for different reasons.
“Let’s see it then…”
Yoongi shows him the photo of you and much to his surprise, Jaebeom nods, pointing a finger towards it, “I’ve seen her before, not recently though. She came in a few months ago and bought a bottle of Midori from me. She’s your girlfriend?”
Yoongi shakes his head, “No, she’s with my other friend but, you’ve seen her? Did she come in alone?”
The room smells of marijuana and as Jaebeom lifts a joint to his lips, Yoongi can see why.
He nods, blowing out a billow of smoke, careless to where it ends up, “She was alone yes, I didn’t speak to her much. She was polite, left me a tip, batted her eyes a bit and left. She’s cute, it’s a shame she’s taken.” He smirks, lifting the joint to his mouth again, “Both literally and figuratively….”
Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, attempting to calm down, “You haven’t seen her since?”
“No. Honestly, why are you here? Do you really think my guys are into kidnapping? There are plenty of hot woman downstairs. No one is looking to steal. You’re on the wrong side of town for this shit. “
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Jaebeom flicks the ash onto the floor, nodding to the window beside him, “You should be asking questions in the Upside. They hunt poor bitches like that for sport.”
Yoongi’s anger floods his brain before he can process everything he’s said, “Watch your mouth. She has a name and, I suggest you learn it before I-“
With a puffed out chest, Jaebeom steps toward Yoongi, “Before what huh?”
Yoongi moves back, shaking his head, “Nothing I-“ He sighs, holding his hands up, “I’m sorry. I’m angry, its been a long week. My friends and I just want her home.”
Jaebeom deflates a bit, scanning over the smaller man in front of him, “My sister disappeared two years ago. Same street. Like I said,” Jaebum plops down in his arm chair, sadness flashes through his eyes, “You’re in the wrong part of town…”
He nods, biting his lip at Jaebeom’s admission, “Did they ever find her?”
“They might have…” He takes a hit of the joint, blowing it out with a scoff, “if they fucking looked.”
Yoongi’s blood runs cold then, seeing the similarities between the two situations.
No one cares about the people who disappear from this part of town.
He leaves Jaebeom’s room, feeling worse than when he had arrived but, he reports his findings to the group chat anyway.
Maybe Jaebeom was right, maybe him and his friends were looking on the wrong side of town…
Jungkook and Hoseok- The Paybrook Motel, Saturday 7:07am
Jungkook and Hoseok are newer to the harshness of the city. They come from sweet families, with good intentions. The lack of financial resources is compensated with a lot of love and encouragement. Their lives were similar: simple and sweet. They didn’t have too many run ins with childhood trauma or absent parental figures; they loved their home life, probably to a fault. But given their lack of money and their love of their friends, they also found reasons to love the rooftop. Hoseok uses the concrete as an affordable practice space and Jungkook uses the view as the main muse for his photography.
You’re running through their head as they approach the motel.
Hoseok feels a pang of sadness in his chest as he remembers all the times you would cheer him on from your lawn chair, calling him the b-boy of the year, smiling from ear to ear even when he fucks up his choreography.
Jungkook remembers showing you an album he made of the summer the eight of you had. He remembers you growing teary eyed as he neared the end and, telling him what an amazing photographer he was. He swallows back his tears, gripping Hoseok’s hand as they approach the entrance to the motel, taking a deep breath.
“Maybe we shouldn’t-” Hoseok looks uneasily toward their connected hands, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip. “I just don’t want them to say anything to you.”
Jungkook looks down, his chestnut irises narrowed in confusion, “But, we’re just friends hyung...”
Hoseok nods, sending a sweet smile towards his pure friend, “I know Kook but, they don’t know that. I promise I’ll hold it as soon we leave ok?”
And Jungkook really has to act like this doesn’t further his misery, sniffling once as he finally nods, pulling away from his best friend, naïve to his reasons for ending their platonic affection.
Hoseok pats his arm before swinging open the stained-glass door to the motel, allowing Jungkook to step in front of him.
There is a woman sitting behind the counter, staring intently at her computer screen, not even bothering to look up at the two men that have just entered.
“Good morning.” Hoseok sends a watery smile her way, which she doesn’t reciprocate.
In fact, she doesn’t even look his way but, instead she shoves a piece of paper across the wooden countertop, “Fill this out, there’s only two rooms available- “ At this point, she does eye the two of them with a judging glance, “single beds only.”
“We don’t need a room mam we-” Hoseok begins, feeling rather annoyed but, Jungkook cuts him off and, practically shoves his phone over the counter.
“This is our friend, her name is Y/N and, she went missing four days ago and, the last place we saw her is here. Have you seen her? Do you remember if anything suspicious happened?”
Jungkook’s voice is reedy, full of desperation to the point that he grows a little out of breath.
Hoseok had a plan with a little more finesse but, he knows how desperate Jungkook is to find you.
He feels the same way...
The woman looks affronted by his sudden outburst but, she glances at his phone anyway. It’s only for a moment before she brings her attention Hoseok’s way, not bothering to address Jungkook.
“Nope. I’ve never seen her, sorry.”
The dismissiveness in her tone surprises Hoseok. He was expecting her to keep her responses to a minimum but, her lie takes him back.
“Wait are you serious? I live on the 8th floor, my friends come in here all the time. There’s no way you’ve never seen her before.”
He steps closer to the counter and, the way the woman looks up stirs something inside of him.
It’s unsettling and insidious.
It’s as if she’s deceiving them and, she wants them to know she’s deceiving them.
“I’ve seen you here before,” She shrugs, conceding with part of his point, “but I’ve never seen her. Although, I’m surprised she doesn’t rent a room here too, she looks like the type.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Hoseok feels the venom in his tone and, although it’s unlike him to lose his temper, something about this woman enrages him.
“Hyung please...” Jungkook’s soft plea paired with a hand to his lower back is enough for Hoseok to back down for the moment but, his nerves are still alight with suspicion. “Mam, we’re really sorry, we’re just worried about our friend. She’s been missing for a while and the police aren’t really doing anything. Are you sure that you’ve never seen her?”
The woman seems to soften a bit momentarily but, as something on her computer seems to move suddenly into her view, she toughens up again, shaking her head.
“Never. Is there anything else we- I can do for you?”
Hoseok grits his teeth, restraining his urges to throw her glass of iced tea into her face.
“No, I guess not.”
She offers a thin smile, that doesn’t reach her eyes, “Have a nice day then. Thank you for visiting The Paybrook Motel.”
Before Hoseok can throw an insult her way, Jungkook offers a pleasant goodbye before practically dragging his hyung out of the lobby.
“Yah! Why were you so easy on her? She’s obviously lying! Did you see the look on her face? She knows something Jungkook, I’m telling you she does...” Hoseok is ablaze with frustration, moving quickly to the end of the awning that decorates the front of the motel.
He’s waiting for Jungkook to join him but, instead he sees his friend moving aimlessly towards him, tears in his eyes.
The sight makes Hoseok’s heart ache.
“Hyung...don’t you get it? No one wants to help us.” His voice is wavering through his sadness, doing it’s best to keep afloat, “Even if she knows something, she doesn’t want to tell us. The police won’t help, the signs we put up are all in the sewer by now- no one gives a shit that she’s gone.”
At this moment, Jungkook breaks down, his tears finally streaming down his face. He stops in the middle of the walkway, disregarding the confused looks from the patrons heading into the building.
“Shit Kookie, don’t cry ok?”
Hoseok rushes over to him in the midst of his hypocrisy, because he’s crying too.
He hasn’t cried since you disappeared but, seeing his best friend break down and, knowing that life would never again be the same crushes him in a way he can’t handle.
“Come here...come here. Hyung is here ok? Ok? We gotta pull it together.” He sniffles, pulling Jungkook into his arms, placing a kiss on top of his head.
Jungkook doesn’t let up and, continues to cry silently into Hoseok’s t-shirt.
“I just want her to come home hyung...”
Hoseok nods immediately, tilting his head back to slow his tears. It’s a useless endeavor but, he tries anyway until a man’s voice interrupts their moment.
“I saw her.”
Hoseok and Jungkook are quick to pull away, turning their attention towards the voice in question.
It’s obvious the man is a security guard of some kind but, Hoseok has never seen him before.
“Excuse me?”
The man nods to the rooftop, “I saw your friend the night she left here.”
Hoseok approaches the man, noticing the way he seems to shrink away from his presence, “What did you see? Did you see anyone with her?”
He nods, “Yeah, that small dude you hang out with, the messy hair...he was wearing a yellow shirt?”
Jungkook moves to stand behind Hoseok, “That’s her boyfriend. He’s one of our friends too, he walked her out that night. He came right back up though, did you see anyone else?”
The security guard smirks, “Hm that’s interesting.”
Hoseok narrows his eyes, “Why?”
The guard nods to the street parallel to the conversation, “Because she met up with someone else...”
Jungkook and Hoseok make eye contact then, a bit of shock running through them.
“Who was it?”
The guard chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, his indifference insulting the two of them, “Listen, I’m new around here alright? I don’t know names or shit like that, I just know that after your friend was kissing on one guy, she met up with some dude in a suit, you can do with that what you will but, that’s all I got for you.”
“Jin hyung said something about a suit too.” Jungkook mutters beside Hoseok prompting a nod from him.
“Thank you. We appreciate it and, uh listen if you hear or see anything else. I’m on the 8th floor. Room 26.”
The guard nods, tipping his hat toward the both of them, “Will do. Be safe out there, this city is uh, an interesting place.”
As the man moves back towards the motel Jungkook turns to Hoseok, bewildered by the information they’ve received.
“Hyung do you-” Jungkook hesitates, the words not wanting to leave his tongue, “-do you think she left on her own? She wouldn’t do that right?”
Hoseok keeps an eye on the guard as he disappears behind the stained glass, a sick feeling looming in his stomach.
“No Jungkook, she wouldn’t.”
Taehyung- La Petite Galerie, Saturday 12:46pm
Taehyung's been painting since he was a child. Adopted into a French family, he learned his two favorite crafts from an early age: painting and charisma. He was the star of his elementary school, wooing his classmates with the use of his second language and, wooing his teachers with his painting abilities. Consistently, he placed first in his school’s art fair. He was labeled as a prodigy and, selected for all of the finest performing arts schools in the city. However, prestigious art schools come at a price his family couldn’t afford. So, he had to stay behind with the rest of his classmates, whilst his parents begin saving money. He’s so thankful that he did though because, high school is where he met his second family. The family who he’s met on the rooftop since he was 15 years old, the family who’s helped him through his darkest days, the family who’s recently been torn apart...
He’s missing you as he walks into the gallery.
It’s one of his favorite parts about the rooftop along with the view of the city skyline.
You and Taehyung have sat together many times, admiring the well-dressed people walking into the gallery.
You would always say that they were simply apart of a different world and, that you never hated them for their riches.
Taehyung admired that about you because, he wishes he could say the same.
But, he knows he’d be lying.
One day, Taehyung had been brave enough to come into the gallery and, he actually made friends with the owner.
Taehyung makes friends with everyone.
But this woman, Clementine, had a particular soft spot for his French abilities and, gave Taehyung discounted admission for all of his friends.
Eventually, Taehyung brought the eight of you in with him and, much to his surprise, you all enjoyed yourselves.
He remembers that day as he steps under the warm glow of the gallery lights...
Jin made puns about the paintings
Namjoon endlessly dissected the potential meanings behind them
Yoongi had admired them quietly, murmuring observations that no one could hear
Hoseok laughed way too loud at the statue bestowing a marble penis
Jungkook kept to Taehyung’s side as he expertly explained the stories behind the artwork
But the image that hurts Taehyung the most is the way you looked at Jimin as he stared in awe up at the paintings.
Taehyung had never seen someone so enamored with another person before and, he realized why so many artists use love as their muse.
He felt happiness in his heart that you and Jimin were so happy, so much so, that he didn’t even bother thinking of his own romantic future.
He was content.
His family was here, admiring art in their own way, just as it was intended.
A bit of panic rushes through him at the thought of never having you all together again.
But determination comes along with it, reminding him why he’s visiting the gallery today.
“Excusez-moi, j'ai rendez-vous avec Clémentine aujourd'hui (Excuse me, I have an appointment with Clementine today).”
The woman behind the ivory desk smiles pleasantly at him, “Ah oui Monsieur Kim, asseyez-vous et je sais qu'elle est arrivée.” (Ah yes, Mr. Kim, have a seat and I’ll let her know you’ve arrived)
He bows his head slightly, sending a tight-lipped smile her way, “Merci.” (Thank you)
Taehyung takes a seat on the upholstered chairs near the entrance, thankful that the crowd level is mild today. It’s unexpected for a Saturday but, he doesn’t complain, he doesn’t think he can handle excessive human interaction.
He waits for roughly 10 minutes before a nimble woman with auburn hair comes bustling out of the back room, arms opening wide as soon as she sees him.
“Taehyung, ma chérie viens ici, viens à Clémentine...” (Taehyung, my darling come here, come to Clementine)
Her pink lipstick accentuates the pout in her lips as she ushers Taehyung into a tight hug, her fake breasts providing very little comfort but, he accepts her affection anyway.
He needs it.
“Bonjour Clementine, (Hello Clementine)” He pats her hips respectively, smiling warmly as he pulls away, “Merci de me rencontrer... (Thanks for meeting me).”
She scoffs, waving him off as she eagerly pulls him into her office, “Non-sens, je n'accepterai pas de gratitude de votre part pendant cette période.” (Nonsense, I will not except gratitude from you during this time)
Taehyung offers her a half smile, adjusting his coat and stepping through the archway.
Clementine’s office is tasteful, covered in various shades of pink and her most favorite pieces she’s hand-picked from the gallery.
It’s a little loud for Taehyung but, he agrees that it’s uniquely Clementine and, he feels content enough in her presence to deal with it.
She rushes around her desk, plopping down on her pearl encrusted office chair, “Asseyez-vous ici mon doux garçon...” (Sit here my sweet boy)
Her face stays firm with pity as she places her manicured fingers on the marble, “Dis-moi, ont-ils entendu quelque chose?” (Tell me, have they heard anything?)
Taehyung left posters at the gallery the day after you went missing and, Clementine was all too eager to post them all over the building’s exterior.
He shakes his head, settling into the crushed velvet beneath him, “Non. La police n'a rien. J'ai peur qu'ils ne la recherchent même pas.” (No. The police have nothing. I’m afraid they aren’t even looking for her.)
With a tsk of her lips, Clementine shakes her head, “Inutile.” (Useless) She spits the word, leaning back into her chair, “Avez-vous trouvé quelque chose? Je sais que tu as dit que tes amis regardaient.” (Have you found anything? I know you said your friends were looking)
“Nous avons entendu quelques choses, mais nous n'avons pas encore beaucoup de pistes. On se retrouve demain soir pour faire un plan.” (We’ve heard a few things but, we don’t have many leads. We meet tomorrow evening to make a plan.) He feels the disappointment in his heart, wishing he was giving her a different answer, his predicament leaving him helpless.
“Desole.” (Sorry) She replies, pouting her lips and tucking her auburn hair behind her ear, “C'est dégoûtant de voir comment cette ville est dirigée.” (It’s disgusting how this city is run.)
A humorless laugh leaves Taehyung’s lip as he nods, “Oui. Oui ça l’est. C'est pourquoi je suis venu vers toi clémentine.” (Yes. Yes it is. That’s why I came to you Clementine.)
She looks a little flustered by his comment, scooting closer to the edge of her seat, placing a hand to her chest, “Moi? Qu'est-ce que tu as besoin de moi?” (Me? What do you need from me?)
Taehyung feels a little dirty at his next move but, he does it without a second thought.
Smiling, he extends a hand towards Clementine, catching her gaze with his, “Nous venons de mondes différents oui?” (We come from different worlds, yes?)
Against her better judgement, Clementine places her hand timidly atop Taehyungs, nearly shuddering at his warmth, “Oui, mais ça n'a pas d'importance.” (Yes but, that doesn’t matter)
Taehyung pretends to be surprised by her answer, “Non? Pouvez-vous voir au-delà de cela?” (No? Can you see beyond that?)
She leans towards his voice, allured by the way it caramelizes in the air around her, “Je ne vois pas ces choses. L'argent, la couleur, l'âge, ce n'est pas important.” (I don’t see these things. Money, color, age, they aren’t important)
If he were in a different situation, he would notice the ignorance in her statement. But instead, he begins rubbing his thumb over the back of her knuckles, smiling prettily all the while.
Clementine is melting beneath his touch, her body subconsciously slouching in her chair.
“Vous vous souciez de moi malgré ces choses, n'est-ce pas?” (You care for me despite those things, don’t you?)
Eagerly, she nods, licking her lips before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, “Oui mon amour.” (Yes my love.)
Taehyung leans closer to her, mustering up the best smolder he can manage, “J'ai besoin de savoir ce que vous entendez dans votre monde chéri.” (I need to know what you hear in that world of yours darling.)
Bless her, Clementine really is doomed.
“Mon monde? Que voulez-vous dire?” (My world? What do you mean?)
Taehyung delights in her confusion, taking a moment to seal the deal as he raises her knuckles to his lips, “Vous êtes au country club de Chamomile oui?” (You are in the Chamomile Country Club yes?)
As he asks his question, he presses a few kisses to her skin, keeping eye contact with her all the while.
Clementine lets out a shaky breath, placing her free hand to her chest, “Mon dieu...” (My god...) She mutters under her breath, fanning herself before responding to his original question, “Oui, Je suis.” (Yes, I am)
He grins, still kissing over the expanse of her knuckles, “Dites-moi, entendez-vous quelque chose d'étrange lorsque vous assistez?” (Tell me, do you hear anything strange when you attend?)
“Étrange?” (Strange?)
“Oui, etrange. Quelque chose que vous n'êtes pas censé entendre.” (Yes, strange. Something you are not supposed to hear.)
Clementine’s eyes shoot back and forth across the room, looking unsure of her response, “Mon amour, tu sais que je veux t'aider mais je déteste les potins. C'est désagréable.” (My love, I really want to help you but, I hate to gossip. It’s distasteful)
Taehyung pretends to smile fondly at her, stopping at her middle finger, dragging his lips up the length of it, “Il n'y a rien de désagréable chez toi bébé.” (There is nothing distasteful about baby) As he gets to the base of her hand, he parts both her middle and ring finger before licking right between the two digits suggestively, “En fait, je parie que vous avez un goût incroyable.” (In fact, I bet you taste incredible)
Clementine’s pink lipstick is smudging with the amount of times she’s licked her lips but, she does it again anyway for good measure.
“Vous avez une langue en argent Taehyung, prévoyez-vous de l'utiliser sur moi?” (You have a silver tongue Taehyung, do you plan to use it on me?)
The deep timbre of his chuckle sends goosebumps up Clementine’s spine and, her body is stretched across her marble desk in a rather uncomfortable way but, she doesn’t care.
All she wants is Taehyung.
“Voici ma proposition: vous utilisez votre langue pour parler et quand vous aurez terminé, j'utiliserai la mienne pour goûter. Comment cette sonne?” (Here is my proposal: you will use your tongue to speak and, when you are done. I will use mine to taste, how does that sound?)
Clementine’s legs part subconsciously beneath her desk, the pink satin of her underwear stained with her arousal.
With her hand still in Taehyung’s grip she clears her throat, tilting her head innocently, “Le Country Club, que tu dis?” (The country club, you say?)
Taehyung smirks, sending a nod her way, “Oui.” (Yes)
“Je me souviens avoir entendu quelque chose de mal le mois dernier.” (I do remember hearing something wrong last month)
He kisses the back of her hand sweetly before returning it to the desk and, allowing her the proper head space to recall information.
Because, who in their right mind would be able to tell a story whilst Taehyung was kissing on them like that?
Clementine seems to deflate a bit, attempting to compose herself as Taehyung gestures for her to continue.
“Quand j'étais dans le salon de thé, je pouvais entendre les costumes parler de quelque chose qui me faisait un peu peur.” (When I was in the tea room, I could hear the suits talking about something that scared me a little)
Taehyung’s brows furrow, “Les costumes?” (The suits?)
She nods, biting her lip in hesitation, “Oui, c'est ce que les membres appellent les propriétaires du country club.” (Yes, this is what the members call the owners of the country club)
He’s watching her intently, nodding as she explains, “Qu'est-ce que tu as entendu?” (What did you hear?)
She seems to crumble under his gaze like a paper swan; torn between her desire to please him and her desire to remain proper.
“Mon amour, c'est vraiment une chose terrible…” (My love, it’s really a terrible thing…)
Taehyung’s quick on his feet, taking her hand yet again, throwing a yearning look in her direction, “Clémentine, s'il vous plaît ... mon cher ami est absent. Vous pourriez être le seul espoir que mes frères et moi ayons pour la ramener à la maison en toute sécurité. Quand elle reviendra, je te couvrirai de mille baisers pour te remercier de ce que tu as fait.” (Clementine, please…my dear friend is absent. You could be the only hope that my brothers and I have for bringing her home safely. When she returns, I’ll cover you with a thousand kisses to thank you for what you have done)
Clementine sighs dreamily, her hand limp in his grip, her legs parting further at the baritone in his voice,
“Un millier?” (A thousand?)
Taehyung gives her a thin smile, “Un millier. Maintenant s'il te plait, ma rose, dis moi ce que tu as entendu.” (A thousand. Now please, my rose, tell me what you heard)
Clementine shrinks again, looking warily around the room before she finally answers, “Je les ai entendus parler de meurtre.” (I heard them talking about murder)
It’s then Taehyung feels the hot fiery sting of fear stabbing its way into his gut, “Meurtre?” (Murder?)
She senses his uneasiness so; she tightens her grip on his hand as she continues, “Ils ont dit qu'ils prenaient le travail d'un homme important qui allait au-delà de ce qu'ils avaient fait auparavant. Ils étaient inquiets de se faire prendre.” (They said they were taking a job from an important man that went above and beyond anything they’ve done before. They were worried about getting caught)
Taehyung shakes his head in disgust, hoping desperately that you aren’t connected to the conversation she heard.
“Quoi d'autre?” (What else?)
Clementine shakes her head, “C'est tout ce que j'ai pu entendre, mon thé est arrivé pendant leur conversation.” (That’s all I could hear, my tea arrived during their conversation)
Taehyung holds back his anger as he’s reminded of the kind of person Clementine really is.
She’s sweet sure but, she’s tragically selfish.
She’s well off and, only cares for matters that concern her; otherwise she is uninterested.
All he can muster is a tight lipped smile as he suddenly stands from the crushed velvet, “Je vois. Merci de votre temps, appelez-moi si vous vous souvenez d'autre chose.” (I see. Thank you for your time, please call me if you remember anything else)
Clementine rises with him, rushing around her desk, “Tu es en train de partir? Je pensais que tu resterais un moment, tu ne devrais pas être seule en ce moment chérie.” (You’re leaving? I thought you would stay a while, you shouldn’t be alone now honey)
Taehyung gives her the fakest smile he can muster, brushing his thumb across her rubbery cheek, “Je reviendrai te voir. Merci pour votre aide, vous êtes un saint.” (I’ll come back and see you. Thank you for your help, you’re a saint)
She rubs her face against his hand like a cat in heat and, whines for him in a similar fashion, “Mon dieu, nous sommes comme Romeo et Juliette…” (My god, we are like Romeo and Juliet…)
He’s disgusted by her lack of awareness but, he plays the part anyway, tucking a finger underneath her chin, “La séparation est une si douce douleur.” (Parting is such sweet sorrow)
With a brush of his lips against hers, he quickly departs, leaving Clementine alone with her desire.
Taehyung rushes through the afternoon crowd of the gallery, feeling grateful for the crisp air that greets him when he pushes the doors open.
His mind is racing; this is the third mention of the suits and, although it isn’t much, it’s the only solid lead the seven of them have.
They need to re-group as soon as possible because, the likelihood that they fill find you alive wanes with each hour that passes.
Taehyung feels horrified at the thought that passes through his brain:
What if they are already too late?
Act III- Tuer La Grande Maison
“Jungkook, pass me a cigarette…”
Jimin mumbles from across the fire, the light drained from his eyes.
Jungkook’s first instinct is to question him; Jimin quit smoking two years ago.
But, he stops himself just as the words crawl up his tongue and, instead he nods silently.
“Here you go.” He practically whispers, passing the cigarette to Hoseok who then moves it around the circle.
“Thanks.”
There is a stale bit of silence that rushes through the group and, everyone seems to look at Jimin to start things off.
But Jimin doesn’t look up, he just uses his shaky hands to light his cigarette. He takes the first inhale, his eyelids flutter as the nicotine infiltrates his senses.
Through the smoke, Jimin shoots a dead gaze across the circle, “I have nothing else to report. Lady says she has her best guys on it but, I don’t think it matters…”
Yoongi interjects, “Aren’t you wondering about the suits? I mean they have to have something to do with this. It’s not a coincidence that three of our sources mentioned them…”
Jimin lets a humorless laugh leave his lips, “The suits,” He shakes his head, “They sound like a bunch of fucking DC villains.”
Namjoon and Jin exchange something wordless between them before Jin decides to speak up,
“Jimin, I know this is hard for you. It’s hard for all of us but, we need to keep at it. We have good information; we just need to keep digging.”
Jimin feels his eyes burn with the promise of tears but, he just doesn’t have it in him to cry right now.
He’s too exhausted.
With another drag of his cigarette, he meets his hyung’s eyes with a hopelessness that shakes Jin to his core, “We don’t any money hyung, that’s all this town cares about. Maybe that’s all she cared about too…”
Yoongi is known for his tepid disposition.
He’s known for being the careful one, the collected one; so much so, that in high school Jin and Namjoon used to call him Mouse and, sometimes they still do.
But right now, Yoongi is angry and, he’s not angry for the same reasons he was yesterday…
“What are you insinuating?” Yoongi’s tone is clipped and, the intensity of his stare is enough to garner Jimin’s attention.
He flicks the ash onto the ground, “I’m just saying…maybe I should consider the possibility that she left town on purpose.”
“You should consider?” Yoongi bites back and, the tension between the two men immediately disperses throughout the group.
Jimin glances to the side before looking back at Yoongi, “Yes. It’s been almost a week. The police aren’t interested in finding her, no one seems to want to speak more than they have to and, the only lead we have is that she met up with some man in a suit. According to all of your reports, she looked comfortable with him. So, what if she was? What if she was tired of being in this filthy fucking town?” He scoffs, bitterness in his tone, “I wouldn’t blame her honestly, I just wish she would have disappeared before making me fall in love with her. That would have been nice…”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Yoongi stands up, another rare occurrence, and glares at Jimin over the fire, “Do you realize how selfish you sound? You aren’t the only one who lost someone Jimin, she’s like a sister to us. She’s not the type of person to just run away from her problems and, you should be ashamed of yourself for suggesting that she’s that much of a coward.”
Jimin is a respectful man, he honors the age hierarchy amongst his friends but, he disregards formalities in this moment and fights back.
“She isn’t a coward. It’s a brave move to leave your family behind to pursue a better life, I just wish she would have left a note or something.”
“Jimin,” Namjoon interjects, trying to keep the peace as he places a hand on his thigh, “Y/N didn’t run away. She wouldn’t do something like that. C’mon you know her right? She loves you, she loves all of us.”
Jimin crosses his arms defensively, “Did she? I mean…from what I’ve gathered Namjoon, you don’t abandon the people you love. But she left me anyway…”
Yoongi moves closer to him, throwing is own cigarette into the fire, his brow furrowed with his growing frustration, “Why do you think your relationship with her is more important?”
Before Jimin has a chance to respond, Yoongi interrupts him.
“Because you two fuck? Is that why?” He glares at his best friend, with a level of fury that stifles Jimin’s martyrdom, “She taught Jungkook how to drive, she stayed up with Jin and Namjoon for six weeks straight when they were studying for their exit exams, she took Hoseok to work for months while he was saving up for his car. She gave up her studio for Taehyung’s family and, slept in her car while their house was recovering from last year’s flood. She- “ Yoongi starts out with a strong voice but, it slowly begins to falter as he gets to his addition to the list. His black hair moves fluidly with the breeze and, he looks away from Jimin. “She was there the night I- when I was…”
The sentence is loaded and, thankfully for Yoongi, he doesn’t need to complete it.
They all know what he’s talking about.
Jimin feels an enormous amount of guilt wash over him as he sees his calm and collected hyung, fight the tears in his eyes.
“Just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t mean you get a bigger stake in grieving over her, she’s important to all of us, not just you.”
The heaviness is enough to crush the seven men sitting around the fire.
Yoongi is frozen in his spot, staring down at Jimin with the authority of the second eldest but also, with the desperation of a friend in need.
Jimin finally lets the sting win and, the tears fall unceremoniously down his cheeks as he tries to meet Yoongi’s gaze.
“I’m so sorry hyung.” He’s ashamed of his behavior and, he expects Yoongi to scold him further but, instead he kneels down beside him, placing a firm hand on his leg.
“We are going to find her.”
It’s all he says but, it prompts to Jimin to pull him into a hug and, the two of them share a moment before Jungkook says something that shifts the course of the evening.
“Hyung…” He begins, looking up from his phone, “How does your friend know what kind of car Y/N drives?”
“My friend?” Jimin sniffles, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, “What friend?”
Hoseok looks uneasy beside Jungkook as well, staring intently at Jimin as he awaits for an answer.
“Lady. The one you work for, how does she know what kind of car Y/N drives.”
Jimin just shrugs and, with a nod he requests another cigarette as Yoongi returns to his seat,
“She said it was in the news report the police published. I thought it was weird too especially since her car’s been in the shop but, the police have access to that kind of information so it makes sense.” He replies with a narrowed gaze, jerking his chin in his direction, “Why?”
“There’s nothing about her car in the papers.”
With Jungkook’s response, time almost freezes as a few members of the group seems to realize something dreadful.
“Wha- How do you know that?” Jimin hasn’t caught on yet but, he knows his friends well and, there is a change in their posture that he notices, “Why does that matter?”
Jungkook turns his phone in Jimin’s direction as a demonstration and, his voice begins to shake with his realization, “I searched everywhere hyung, it hasn’t appeared in a single article. How would she know something like that? Her car has been in the shop for two months…”
Jimin’s reaction is immediate denial but, something crawls up his throat; something he doesn’t want to acknowledge.
“Are you really thinking Lady had something to do with this?” He guffaws, taking another hit from his cigarette, “You know she’s like 70 right?”
“Have you ever mentioned that she drives a civic before?” Hoseok chimes in, a look of concern on his face.
Jimin shrugs, annoyed by their inflated reactions, “I don’t know? I wouldn’t remember telling her something like that but, I wouldn’t doubt if it came up especially when her cables were- “ His mouth parts then, cutting off his own sentence, “When her cables were cut…”
“What are you talking about?” Yoongi pipes up and, everyone seems to lean towards the center of the circle subconsciously, growing closer without even realizing it.
“When I was…” Jimin’s eyes are lit up with a thousand emotions as he tries to gather his thoughts, “When I was talking to her about Y/N she asked me if I thought it was the same person who cut the cables on her car. But- I don’t remember telling her why Y/N’s car was in the shop.”
“Why didn’t you tell us this?” Hoseok rushes out, nearly tripping over his words.
“I- I didn’t make the connection, I just thought she was trying to help… oh my god.” Jimin brings his watery gaze around the circle, “Oh fuck. Do you think she knows? Do you think she knows what happened to her?”
“Jimin…” Taehyung finally breaks his silence, “I think she is what happened to her.”
And he wants to protest, because Lady is like a mother to him. She’s always there, helping him through his difficulties; she even gave him advice on how to confess to Y/N properly…none of this makes sense.
“Think about it,” Taehyung continues, “She’s the wealthiest person in town, she knows everyone, she’s always checking up on you…don’t you think it’s a little odd that she’s so involved?”
“I don’t know, I just thought she had connections, that’s why I went to her in the first place.”
Jimin feels weak at this development and, Jungkook quickly takes his hand to soothe him.
“What are we waiting for then? Lets go.” Yoongi stands with a firm look of determination but, Namjoon stops him.
“Wait, we can’t just go busting into an old woman’s house and accuse her of kidnapping our friend. We have to have enough evidence…”
“We have enough evidence.” Hoseok inserts, wearing a similar expression to Yoongi, “And old woman or not, if that bitch has our friend-“
Jin comes through, intervening as things get intense, “Namjoon is right. We can’t do that. Look at us, she’d get one look and, call the police and, then we’d be the ones in handcuffs.”
“Hyung, we literally just established a solid reason to be suspicious of someone.” Jungkook asserts, confusion evident on his features.
Jin rolls his eyes, “All we’ve established is that Jimin may or may not have told her Y/N’s cables were cut. Lady owns half of the city, she’s more than capable of finding out what happened to Y/N’s car. This isn’t a lead, it’s odd yeah but, it’s not enough to accuse her with. She probably looked into Y/N’s vehicle information as soon as she went missing...”
With Jin’s reasoning in place, the group seems to deflate a bit and, Jimin feels slightly relieved that he doesn’t have to suspect yet another person he’s supposed to trust.
“I don’t know.” Jungkook’s small voice asserts, “I still think it’s weird.”
With pursed lips, Hoseok nods along with his statement, looking longingly at the now empty back of cigarettes, “I agree.”
“We don’t have to drop it completely, if anyone has any ideas on how to figure out more information, we should do that. Every lead is worth pursuing.” Namjoon murmurs
“What do you think we should do?” Jungkook’s Bambi disposition is privy to Namjoon’s opinion and, he often turns to him in times of stress.
“I have an idea.” Yoongi speaks instead, running his hand over the back of his neck, “I think I need to go back to the club. Jaebeom said the police might have found his sister if they had bothered to look for her, it kind of made me think that he had an idea of where she ended up...”
“I’ll go with you.” Jimin replies, throwing his cigarette into the fire
Yoongi shakes his head, “I should go alone. He was kind of an asshole when I went the first time, I don’t even know if he’ll talk to me again.”
Jimin chews on the inside of his cheek, wanting to protest but, he trusts Yoongi’s judgement.
Besides, he can’t handle anyone’s attitude right now.
“Anyone else think they need to revisit their leads?” Yoongi surveys the circle with cat-like precision, already crafting his future conversation with Jaebeom in his mind.
Namjoon has glanced towards the direction of the Marquee River several times now and Jin, who is so tuned in to his mannerisms, notices.
“What is it?”
Namjoon purses his lips, “I think I need to speak with the groundskeeper again…”
Hoseok wrinkles his nose in disgust, “The crazy guy with the bad breath?”
He sighs, finally pulling his attention from the direction of the river, “What if his rambling actually meant something? He kept calling me madam…”
“Namjoon,” Jin begins, placing a hand on his thigh, “he’s obviously sick, he didn’t even know who you were. How are you supposed to get anything meaningful from this guy?”
“I don’t know. But, I think I should try…”
“I’ll go with you hyung.” Jungkook vows, his eyes wide with his faith, “If that guys tries anything on you, I’ll kick his ass.”
Jungkook’s very serious statement elicits something that the rooftop hasn’t heard in a while: laughter.
They all laugh for a moment, basking in the tiny bit of innocence still left in their complicated world.
And as the laughter dies down, Taehyung offers a sentiment that they can all agree on,
“Let’s go find our friend.”
After a few more cigarettes and a swig from Hoseok’s bottle of vodka, they all part ways.
Namjoon and Jungkook head to the Marquee River whilst Yoongi prepares himself for a second visit to Ginseng. Jin and Taehyung head back to the night market to see if any of them have more information and, Hoseok finally convinces Jimin to get some rest.
He’s been up for three days straight but, he hasn’t slept a full night since Tuesday.
It’s hard but, after a bit more vodka, he finally passes out on Hoseok’s sofa.
His torn between wanting to dream of you and, praying that he won’t.
He wants to see your face but, fuck, it hurts so bad to do so.
Namjoon and Jungkook- The Marquee River, Sunday 5:49pm
Thankfully, the sun is just on the brink of setting when Namjoon and Jungkook arrive at the river. On Namjoon’s last visit, the moon was out and, very little people were left which left him more vulnerable. Now, not only does he have daylight on his side but, he also has a very vigilant and very protective dongsaeng to keep him company.
“I’m just gonna stand back and, let you do your thing hyung but, if things get a little heated…I got your back ok? You just say the word and I’ll lay him out.” Jungkook vows, puffing his chest out as they approach the area Namjoon last saw the groundskeeper.
He chuckles, patting Jungkook on the shoulder, “Thank you. I appreciate you coming with me. We shouldn’t be too long, especially if he starts rambling again.”
Jungkook just nods, keeping close to his hyung, resisting the urge to hold his hand.
He really wishes platonic hand-holding was more acceptable.
Namjoon tenses up as he spots the groundskeeper near one of the trash cans but, he takes a deep breath and jerks his head in his direction, “There he is…”
Jungkook nods, his expression tightening a bit as he prepares for the worst.
“Hello?” Namjoon calls out tentatively
The groundskeeper is dressed in slightly cleaner coat but, Namjoon still tenses up regardless.
“Good evening gentleman.” The man turns around, smiling brightly, a rake grasped firmly in his hand, “What can I do for you?”
Namjoon is confused.
Is this the same man?
He looks the same but, cleaner?
And he isn’t laughing...
What the hell is going on?
“Uh good evening um...” Namjoon’s eyes flit to Jungkook, “Do you uh- do you remember me?”
The man cocks his head, narrowing his eyes for a moment before shaking his head,
“No, I’m so sorry I don’t. Have we met before?”
Namjoon nods immediately but, for a moment he wonders if the experience he had the other night was some sort of stress induced hallucination.
“Yeah, I came here the other night. I asked you if you had seen my friend?”
For good measure, Namjoon holds up his phone, showing your photo and, the man pushes his glasses up his nose and leans in.
He still has the scar but, his face isn’t greasy.
His hair is combed to the side and, he doesn’t smell like slow death.
Namjoon’s heart picks up at the thought of his own sanity slipping from him until the man finally seems to remember something.
“Oh my-” He pulls back and shoots a wary look Namjoon’s way, “I do remember you. My goodness, I am so incredibly sorry, I probably scared the daylights out of you.”
Namjoon’s polite nature causes him to chuckle uneasily but, he keeps his distance, not fully trusting this guy’s demeanor.
“Yeah you uh, you definitely did. So uh...”
The man cuts him off, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I suffered a head injury two years ago. The damage to my brain causes brief bouts of psychosis and, unfortunately I didn’t have enough money to refill my prescription.” The man extends his hand towards Namjoon and Jungkook, “My name is Nestor, please forgive my behavior. I can imagine it was quite shocking...”
Namjoon and Jungkook were raised to be polite men so, despite their hesitation; they shake his hand, bowing their heads as they do.
“I see. I’m sorry to hear about your accident.”
Nestor chuckles and, something flashes in his eyes that Namjoon can’t quite decipher, “Oh it was no accident son, I was attacked.”
Jungkook narrows his eyes and, although he claimed he wouldn’t speak, his curiosity gets the best of him, “By who?”
Nestor looks to the side for a moment before glancing back at them,
“I can’t remember.”
“That’s awfully convenient.” Jungkook can’t help but observe with a pouted mouth and, Namjoon lightly smacks his chest.
“Sorry but, you don’t remember?”
Namjoon’s intricate brain is searching for ways to connect the dots but, the man is offering him very little information.
“No, the doctors said I was attacked and, left for dead. I suffered damage to my hippocampus and, this caused a pretty bad episode of amnesia. I couldn’t remember who I was or how old I was, the only thing I could remember is my cat’s name...” He chuckles and, the clouded film over his eyes adds to the pain that flashes through them, “Which is quite funny you see because, my cat’s name is Cognac so, when I kept asking for Cognac, the nurses would try and explain to me over and over that I couldn’t have alcohol in my state.”
Jungkook and Namjoon offer their condolences in the form of breathless laughter but, their level of empathy quickly absorb Nestor’s sadness.
“Anyway...” Nestor gestures to Namjoon’s cellphone as a means to change the subject, “I have seen your friend before but, I don’t remember the last time I saw her. I’m terribly sorry...”
Jungkook pipes up, “It’s ok sir, we understand, your hippo is damaged, that’s not your fault.”
Namjoon’s mouth opens in disbelief and, he wants to correct Jungkook’s mistake but, he has more important matters to attend to.
“I hope this isn’t too much for you but, the last time I was here- “ He hesitates, glancing over at Nestor, “-last time I was here, you kept calling me madam. Is there any significance to that?”
“Oh...” Nestor chuckles, tucking a bit of his gray hair behind his ear, “I’m sure I was talking about my wife. It’s common for me in those episodes to ask for her. She passed away two years ago.”
This is something Namjoon has been waiting for.
Two years ago, this man was attacked.
Two years ago, his wife passed away.
Two years ago, Jaebeom’s sister went missing.
There must be some correlation.
“It was lovely meeting you gentleman. Unfortunately, I have to get back to my duties,” He gestures to the multi-colored leaves littered on the ground, “, these leaves aren’t going to rake themselves.”
Namjoon understands of course and, they quickly shake hands again but, just before the two men turn to leave, Jungkook’s randomized curiosity strikes again.
“What happened to your cat?”
Nestor seems to search his brain and, his features almost crumple with a bit of desperation,
“I don’t- I don’t remember.”
Jungkook just nods, offering him a small smile before him and Namjoon move through the trees towards the street.
Yoongi- Ginseng Night Club, Sunday 8:37pm
As Yoongi enters the club for the second time, he carries himself much differently. He ignores the looks from the patrons littered on the couches, he ignores the bass vibrating in his bones, he ignores the jabs from the bartender as he asks to speak with Jaebeom.
His anxiety is replaced with determination.
When Jaebeom swings open the door a second time, he’s toned body is only covered by a pair of jeans.
With another joint between his fingers, Jaebeom smirks down at Yoongi, “Are you here for business or pleasure?”
Yoongi shamelessly allows his eyes to move over Jaebeom’s figure, admiring it but, also noting that his skin is littered with more than just tattoos.
Nail marks run down the length of his abdomen, purple bruises congregate on the left side of his neck and, his lips are swollen with evidence of kissing.
“Looks like you’ve had enough pleasure for the evening.” Yoongi notes in Korean, forcing his gaze away from Jaebeom’s body, “I need to ask you a few more questions.”
Jaebeom’s smirk never falters as he pulls the joint to his lips. With a jerk of his head, he ushers Yoongi inside, shutting the door behind him, “Make it quick, I have company coming…”
Yoongi wants to make a comment but, he knows it’s not important enough so, he starts with his first question, “I know this might be hard to talk about but when I was here last night, you said something about your sister going missing.”
A noticeable change runs through Jaebeom’s body as he takes his seat, “Yeah, what about it?”
“I thought it was odd that they- my friend and your sister,” He elaborates, “went missing on the same street and the way you spoke about it, it was like you knew something about where she went…”
Jaebeom tenses up with the subject change but, he sees something in Yoongi that he likes, there is an honesty to him that Jaebeom fucks with, “I have a feeling, yes, but I could never prove it.”
Yoongi offers silence as a way to encourage him to continue and, Jaebeom obliges despite his hesitation.
“Her and her boyfriend used to come in to the club every Thursday night for Happy Hour. They had been dating for a while and, things seemed to be going all right. But one night, she came in alone and I asked her where he was and, she told me they were taking a break.” Jaebeom’s expression shifts again and Yoongi, being the empath that he is, senses the onslaught of negative emotion. “She wouldn’t tell me what happened. She just kept begging me to stay out of it and, she made me promise her I wouldn’t confront him. He came in to the club later that night and, some of my guys told me they got into a huge fight-“
Yoongi interjects, “Did you see anything?”
He shakes his head and, before he elaborates, he takes another hit of his blunt, “No, I was up here doing a deal but, the next thing I know, my friends are coming up here and, telling me that my sister ran out of the club, crying and shit. I tried to call her, I even went out on the street and, asked everyone if they saw her but…” His voice tightens before he blows smoke from his lips, “…nothing. I blew up her phone for the rest of the night but, she never responded. I went to the police the next day and, surprise surprise, they were fucking useless. They kept saying that ‘girls like her runaway all the time’ and ‘she’ll be back before you know it.’ I was so angry. I couldn’t believe they didn’t care. I did the same thing you and your boys are doing, I started my own investigation and, I didn’t get very far until, I found her cell phone in the club’s dumpster.”
Yoongi surprise is evident on his face and, it prompts Jaebeom to comment on it,
“Yeah I know right? You’d think that would have helped but, it only made everything more complicated. I looked through her messages to try to figure out what happened and-“ He blows a heavy breath between is lips, shaking his head, “Her boyfriend was cheating on her but, it was with some old chick, like his boss or some shit…I don’t know.”
“His boss?”
He nods, “Yeah, he worked the Upside as a pool boy.”
Yoongi’s heart drops then, down to the pit of his stomach and, he literally feels the sweat collecting in the wells of his palms.
“A pool boy?” He has to clarify, just so he’s sure he heard him right
Jaebeom nods and licks his lips, “Yeah, my sister found out he was fucking her; at least that’s what I got from her texts.”
“My friend works as a pool boy too. It’s his girlfriend that missing.”
Jaebeom’s brows rise before shaking his head, “Shit…” He takes another hit, “That’s a hell of a coincidence.”
“I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”
Yoongi and Jaebeom regard each other for a moment before Jaebeom’s mouth turns up in a smirk, “I guess you have an old lady to visit then. If you see my sister’s boyfriend, slap him around a little bit for me heh…”
Jaebeom seems to gulp the pain he feels down his throat before finishing off the blunt and throwing it in the ashtray.
“Wait, did he disappear too?”
He nods, “Haven’t seen him since that night. I just assumed he was living the high life, I mean, I don’t blame him…I’d suck on some old lady titties too for that kind of money…” Jaebeom quickly replaces the blunt in his hand with a the bottle of beer he had sitting on his side table. He takes a swig before holding out to Yoongi, “You want some?”
Yoongi doesn’t understand his attitude towards his sister’s disappearance. If he knew where her boyfriend was, why wouldn’t he go talk to him?
But he takes the offer, throwing back a bit of stale beer, letting the slight warmth from the alcohol soothe the rawness in his chest.
“Why didn’t you go up there? If that’s where he is?”
“I don’t have contacts up there. There was no way they’d let me in, look at me…” He chuckles, gesturing to his rough appearance, “Besides, I don’t know where that bitch lives and, honestly, it’s probably for the best. I don’t know what I’d do to that guy if I found him…”
A few more words are exchanged before Yoongi decides he needs to leave; he has a lot to report and, he feels as though time is running out.
As he’s moving to the threshold of the door, Jaebeom get his attention.
“Hey-“
As Yoongi turns around, Jaebeom leans forward in his seated position, placing his elbows on his knees, “What’s your name?”
Yoongi’s lips twitch, “Yoongi.”
Jaebeom grins, nodding his head in consideration, “Yoongi. Alright then, well if you ever want to take a night off from your detective work and, uh you know,” He nods to the bed, “have some fun, you know where to find me.”
Desire stirs in Yoongi’s stomach and, he’s flattered honestly, that such a handsome man could take interest in him but, he knows he couldn’t take a night off if he tried.
He’s got a friend to find.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He sends a smile towards Jaebeom, bowing his head slightly, “See you around.”
“I hope so.”
The information they have accrued is once again exchanged amongst the group and, there is only one conclusion that everyone continues to arrive at:
They have to get inside Lady’s house.
So, putting their heads together they concoct a plan that just might work.
The plan is simple.
Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung will take Lady up on her offer of a home cooked meal.
Thankfully, Taehyung’s closet is full of clothes that look far more expensive than they actually are; working at a thrift store has its perks.
Jimin is dressed in a gray and black suit, covered in a gaudy brocade pattern.
Jungkook choses a floral blazer and black slacks, complete with a simple white button up he borrows from Taehyung’s father.
Taehyung donns something slightly less subtle; a black and silver blazer with a similar brocade pattern to Jimin’s suit jacket.
They take time on their hair, doing it up as if it were each of their wedding days.
When it’s all said and done, the three men walk out of Taehyung’s room looking like they came straight out of Interview with Vampire.
Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin are dressed in all black.
They will serve as a distraction during dinner to enable the younger men to explore the property undisturbed by Lady’s security guards.
It’s not an easy task but, they are more than ready to attempt it.
An invitation to dinner is of course incomplete without a gift for it’s lovely host.
Tonight, a bottle of champagne is clutched in Taehyung’s grasp as he strolls up the cobblestone walkway.
However, this champagne is slightly modified to fit this evening’s itinerary.
“Doxepin, it's what I take for insomnia. This shit is strong, I only have to take one and, I’m out like a light in 30 minutes...” Yoongi had explained, pushing his prescription bottle towards Taehyung, “Slip that bitch 3 or 4 and, she’ll hit the floor. When she wakes up, just tell her she passed out for a few minutes…”
And so it was.
Lady's home is massive.
It’s the biggest house the men have ever seen.
Jimin has stood in its immensity before but, Jungkook and Taehyung are almost disgusted by its grandeur.
The white paint seems to stretch upwards for miles, the greenery of the vines decorating it in such a way that it almost looks serene.
Nothing could be farther from the truth.
The lawn is immaculate.
Carefully trimmed hedges sculpted to perfection line the walkway that leads to the dark oak that encompasses the front door.
They aren’t here for a lovely dinner inside this massive house.
The true nature of their visit is simply to gather more information.
They aren’t sure how but, Lady is connected to your disappearance.
Tonight, they will gather enough evidence to warrant an investigation.
Maybe then, the city below them will finally pay attention to their cries for help.
Lady doesn’t greet them at the door but, another intriguing person does.
“Noah...” Jimin greets the suited man with a smile that is far too sweet.
But he delights in the man’s surprise and, Jimin connects another piece of the puzzle.
Noah is a classmate of theirs.
He was fortunate enough to land a job in the Upside after graduation.
He was fortunate in that his family had money and connections that pushed Noah ahead of his fellow alumni.
Noah knew you well.
Noah is dressed in a suit.
Noah works for Lady.
It seems there is a connection but, instead of pummeling Noah like he wants to, Jimin simply bows his head as he steps through the threshold of Lady’s home.
“Wh-What are you guys doing here?” Noah stutters, trying desperately to compose himself.
Taehyung offers the same smile adorning Jimin’s mouth, “We’re here for dinner. What are you doing here?”
It’s a loaded question and Noah knows it but, he’s helpless to act on this knowledge because, he is required to treat Lady’s guests with respect.
“I work here.” He mutters, gesturing towards the dining room, “She’s uh...she’s right in there.”
“Aren’t you going to offer to take our coats?” Jimin feigns innocence, nodding to the coat rack beside the door.
Noah nods and with shaky hands and, he accepts each of the coats before hanging them up.
“Enjoy your evening gentleman.”
The three of them walk away with a sense of satisfaction but, they are also sick with the knowledge of where one of their former friends ended up.
Money can create the most dastardly of monsters.
“Oh my goodness you’re here! Come in, come in.”
Lady appears at the archway, dressed in a red satin gown, her grey hair piled elegantly atop her head.
Time has been kind to her, Jungkook thinks, she doesn’t look 70.
But then again, age seems to be less of an issue when you have millions of dollars at your disposal.
“Lady these are my friends, Jungkook...” He gestures to the man on his right, who bows respectfully offering a boyish smile.
“Thank you so much for having me Lady Noona, you have an incredible home.”
Lady is already flustered; she can’t believe Jimin has friends as handsome as he is.
“And Taehyung...” Jimin continues, smirking at Jungkook’s acting skills.
Taehyung, takes her hand, keeping eye contact with her and lowering his lips to her knuckles, “Enchanté, votre maison est belle oui mais pas aussi belle que vous.” (Enchanted. Your house is beautiful yes but, not nearly as beautiful as you.)
Lady’s face rushes red and, she giggles like a demented schoolgirl, fanning herself as Taehyung releases her hand.
“Oh mon dieu tu l'es aussi. N'hésitez pas à continuer...” (Oh my goodness, you are too much. Please don’t hesitate to continue.)
“My lord Jimin, you didn’t tell me your friends were so handsome and, that one of them speaks French- “ She eyes Taehyung teasingly and he responds by winking.
“He was adopted when he was younger by a French family, he actually doesn’t speak English very well.” Jimin lies, strolling into the dining room and, beginning his search for something incriminating.
She nods, her eyes alight with intrigue, “I see well,” She leans into Taehyung’s frame, lowering her voice slightly, “Ne t'inquiète pas je n'aurai aucun mal à communiquer avec toi.” (Not to worry, I’ll have no trouble communicating with you)
Taehyung chuckles at that, bringing his lips to her ear, “Bien sûr, vous en avez déjà dit beaucoup.” (Of course, you have already said so much)
Lady is floored and, enlightened with desire.
So much so, that she arranges for Taehyung to sit right beside her.
The dining table, Jimin remembers, is smaller to create a more intimate setting.
Jimin takes a seat across from Lady who sits at the head of the table whilst Jungkook and Taehyung settle into the two middle chairs between them.
The first course is a salad topped with fancy ingredients the men barely recognize but, they dive into it anyway as Lady begins the conversation.
“Any word about Y/N?” She ventures solemnly, giving her best look of concern.
Jimin smiles, saccharine as ever, “Nothing so far but, I’m sure your men will give me an update soon.”
Lady nods mid-chew, pouting her lips slightly, “Of course sweetheart, they send me updates whenever they have something.”
Taehyung interjects, “Ne parlez pas encore d'elle, ça ruine mon humeur. Je t'ai apporté quelque chose. L'homme du magasin a dit que c'était sucré, peut-être que nous pourrions l'avoir avec un dessert?” (Don’t talk about her yet, it ruins my mood. I brought you something. The man at the store said it was sweet, maybe we can have it with dessert?)
This surprises Lady of course but, as Taehyung hands her the bottle of champagne adorned appropriately with a twist off cap; She smirks salaciously and nods.
“Tout ce que vous voulez...” (Whatever you want...)
Taehyung arches a brow, leaning in towards her once more, “Tout ce que je veux?” (Whatever I want?)
This is part of the plan of course, to disarm her and, Taehyung is doing an incredible job.
“Oui.” (Yes.) She practically coos in response, shameless to the presence of the other men.
He chuckles darkly and, beneath the table he places a hand on her thigh, “Et si je te veux pour le dessert?” (What if I want you for dessert?)
Jimin wants to hurl a little bit because, although he can’t understand what they are saying, he knows something inappropriate is going down.
“Jimin, your friend is going to make me misbehave.” Lady giggles, licking her lips as she eyes Taehyung hungrily.
He plays it off though, this is part of the plan.
“I’m sorry about him. He’s a shameless flirt.” Jimin chuckles lazily, eyeing Jungkook from over his water glass.
“No apology needed.” She smirks, flushing a further shade of red as Taehyung sends a wink in her direction, “Now, tell me Jungkook, what is that you do?”
Jungkook smiles brilliantly, looking eagerly at her, “I work as a paralegal for a law firm a few cities over but, on the weekends I work as a personal trainer.”
The lie is so well executed, Jimin and Taehyung want to cackle but, they hold it together, sticking to their script.
“Oh that is so impressive. I hear Law careers are increasing by 18% over the next 5 years, it’s an incredible industry to get into.” She compliments, stabbing more of the lettuce onto her fork.
“I’m glad you think so Noona, I can imagine someone as successful as you has a lot of wisdom for someone like me.” Jungkook’s Bambi eyes are on full display as he stares longingly in Lady’s direction, licking his lips.
His words have a double meaning and, Lady knows it, she wonders how she got so lucky to have two handsome men flirting with her.
“I know my way around sure,” She remarks with a smile, “I can introduce you to some of my colleagues, many of them work in your prospective field.”
“Really?” Jungkook beams, “That would be an honor Noona, thank you so much.”
Lady nods and places a well-manicured hand over his, “Of course, any friend of Jimin’s is a friend of mine.”
She turns to Taehyung, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her, “Et vous, quel est votre métier?” (And you? What is your job?)
Taehyung pouts slightly, eyeing her in a way that suggests embarrassment, “Je suis un artiste. Je vends mes tableaux. C'est un travail très difficile mais, je l'aime tellement, je ne peux pas imaginer faire autre chose.” (I am an artist. I sell my paintings. It’s a very difficult job but, I love it so much, I can’t imagine doing anything else.)
Lady melts at his words, a longing sigh leaving her lips, “Bien sûr. C'est tellement admirable que vous poursuivez ce qui vous passionne.” (Of course. That is so admirable that you pursue what you’re passionate in.)
Taehyung smirks, eyeing her as he takes a sip of his water, “Merci. Je suis curieux maintenant, de quoi êtes-vous passionné?” (Thank you. I’m curious now, what are you passionate about?)
Before she can answer, the second course is served: roasted beef with a béarnaise sauce on a bed of microgreens.
Rich people shit, Jimin thinks but, he smiles graciously none the less.
He isn’t hungry, he hasn’t been hungry for the past week so, he pushes the meat around the plate as he continues to survey her dining area.
There is nothing out of place but, then again, he isn’t sure what he’s looking for.
The only thing he can do is wait for dessert…
Once Lady is out, they will be able to search for what they need.
“Lady, do you live here all alone?” Jungkook feigns concern, tilting his head.
She smiles sadly and nods, dabbing her lips with a silk napkin, “Yes I do. My husband, Nestor, died two years ago of an aneurysm. I’ve been alone here ever since, well minus my guards of course. I’m sure you saw them outside but, they don’t live here full time.”
Jungkook has to stifle his shock.
The name Nestor, isn’t a common one.
In fact, he’s only ever heard it once before...
Jungkook kisses his teeth, pouting his lips slightly, “Oh noona, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”
She pouts too, mirroring his expression, soaking up all of his sympathy, “That’s alright dear. I manage just fine, I have to admit though, it’s so wonderful having company. It gets lonely up here.”
The youngest smirks, “Oh of course Noona, I can only imagine…” He places a hand on her thigh beneath the table, rubbing gently over her dress, “A woman like you should never be lonely.”
Jimin and Taehyung have to physically repress their reactions to Jungkook’s acting abilities; it’s a side of him they have never seen.
Anger is something Jungkook doesn’t encounter very often.
But as he looks into Lady’s face, he feels rage coursing through him.
Because, he knows she isn’t genuine.
He knows there is something off about her.
Jungkook would normally never dream of harming another person but, when his friends are getting hurt, his morals begin to loosen.
“Oh my, you boys make me feel young again.” Lady chuckles before taking a bit of her beef, “You know…I have the resources to assist you, I tell Jimin this all the time but, he’s just so modest.” She winks at him and, Jimin pretends to shy away from her compliment, “I could really help you with your chosen career paths. Taehyungie,” She turns to him, flashing the pearl white of her dentures, “Ma sœur Clemtenine possède une galerie au centre-ville, je suis sûr que je peux lui faire acheter une partie de votre art. Je sais que j'aurais certainement adoré en acheter ...” (My sister Clementine owns a gallery downtown, I’m sure I can get her to purchase some of your art. I know I’d certainly loved to buy some)
Taehyung’s stomach drops at her statement but, he remains composed and arches his brow, “Clementine? C'est un nom tellement intéressant…” (Clementine? That is such an interesting name…)
Lady giggles once again, “Oui, nos parents étaient des gens excentriques.” (Yes, our parents were eccentric people.)
“Ils étaient probablement beaux aussi…” (They were probably beautiful too…)
Taehyung winks again and, he must admit, he’s getting off on how easy she is to trick.
She fans herself through her uneasy giggle, nudging his knee with her own, “Oh arrête de me flatter, je suis sérieux, je pourrais vraiment t'aider” (Oh stop flattering me, I’m serious, I could really help you.)
Taehyung pretends to be touched as he places a hand to his chest but before he can reply, a loud voice rings in through the intercom above the dining table.
“Mam this is Noah. There is a disturbance down at the main gate, we have to leave to go check it out, are you alright in there?”
Lady rolls her eyes, unbothered, “Of course Noah, I’m with my friends. Go take care of it, update me when you’re done.”
Anxiety swims into the stomachs of the three men; phase one is complete.
The guards are due to be distracted and, all they can hope is that Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon and, Jin stay safe in the process.
“Is everything alright?” Jimin tilts his head, glancing towards the speaker.
She smile reassuringly, waving him off, “Of course, this happens all the time. It’s probably just the homeless, poor things, they beg at my gate sometimes. I don’t engage with them though, as much as I want to help, I don’t believe in handouts you know? It teaches them nothing.”
This both confuses and enrages Jimin all at once.
She has no problem offering her resources to the three of them because, lets face it, it’s obvious she is partial to their good looks.
But he’s disgusted with her way of thinking.
Everyone deserves a fair shot.
He can’t understand how people, especially fortunate people like Lady, could have this outlook.
But then again, without the abuse of the working class, how would people like her make all of their money?
“I’ll drink to that.” Jimin smiles, raising his glass and, the rest of the table follows suit, sipping from their crystal goblets.
Then, something peculiar happens…
Beneath their feet, against the expensive lacquer on the wood varnish, there is a banging sound.
Lady tenses up but, deflects immediately, her surprise quickly smoothing out of her features, “Forgive me, I’m having a wine cellar built beneath the dining room, they’ve been measuring all morning so, it looks like they are getting started on the construction.”
Jimin’s expression shifts and, he stares across the table like a snake honing in on his pray, “Oh? That’s so weird, I didn’t notice any construction trucks outside.”
Lady smiles gracefully, “They have been working for quite awhile, part of their team left to gather more supplies. I’m so indecisive, I changed my mind about the interior several times…” She turns to Taehyung, feeling uneasy under Jimin’s gaze, “Que pensez-vous du marbre noir?” (What do you think of black marble?)
Taehyung’s eyes light up, “Ah, marbre noir? Excellent choix, si séduisant.” (Ah, black marble? Excellent choice, so seductive.)
She entangles her fingers with his beneath the table cloth, shooting him a suggestive look that makes Taehyung sick to his stomach, “Oui, vous l'êtes…” (Yes, you are.)
All Taehyung can manage is a smirk and, a thumb over the back of her knuckles.
His patience is running out.
“L'heure du dessert?” (Dessert time?)
He nods to the kitchen and, Lady immediately blooms with excitement.
“Oui, oui…” She smiles, craning her neck towards the kitchen, “We’re ready for dessert now, what’s taking so long?”
Crème Brule is served alongside a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream and, Taehyung whispers something in her ear about her being similar to the French dessert.
With flushed cheeks, Lady giggles (for the millionth time) and, begins eating.
“Chérie, es-tu prêt pour le champagne que j'ai apporté? Il ira bien avec ce dessert…” (Darling, are ready for the champagne I brought? It will go well with this dessert…)
With her approval, Taehyung pours the bubbly liquid into each of the flutes, smirking devilishly at his friends as he does.
Taehyung watches her like a hawk and, picks up her glass, getting dangerously close to her as he lifts it to her lips, “Boisson. Dis-moi ce que tu penses.” (Drink. Tell me what you think.)
Like saucers her eyes widen and, she’s so enthralled with Taehyung, she doesn’t notice another round of banging beneath the floorboards.
But the rest of them do.
Her eyes flutter as she sips some of the bubbly liquid but, Taehyung isn’t satisfied.
“Ah ah…Avale tout pour moi.” ( Ah ah…Swallow it all for me)
She obliges, practically spluttering at his double entendre.
“Bonne fille.” (Good Girl) He chuckles darkly, his heart thumping in his chest, he likes this.
He has to admit.
There is something so satisfying about fooling an opponent.
He’s turned on by it.
She gulps as she continues to stare at him, completely captivated.
“C’est delicieux.” (It’s delicious) She finally manages, dabbing her lips with the silk once again.
“Tu fais un bon show…” (You put on a good show) He remarks, smirking before pretending to sip some of his own champagne.
There is a bit of silence that moves throughout the table before Jimin takes the reigns once again,
“Lady, I really appreciate you having us tonight. We needed a night off; things have been so difficult lately.”
Lady immediately smiles, forcing her eyes away from Taehyung, “Of course sweetheart. You know I’m always here for you.”
Another sound is forced against the wood below and, for whatever reason, this startles Lady.
“Goodness, they are loud…” A nervous laugh leaves her lips and she attempts to stand up before faltering a bit, eyeing Taehyung immediately as she seems to stumble.
Taehyung reacts, standing with her and, holding onto her waist, “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chérie?” (What’s wrong darling?)
She mumbles something incoherent which prompts a sadistic grin to appear on Taehyung’s mouth, “Vous sentez-vous un peu endormi?” (Do you feel a little sleepy?)
She nods, clinging to him helplessly as he guides her to the settee beneath the window,
“C'est bon chéri, dors pour moi. Je promets que je serai là quand tu te réveilleras.” (It’s ok darling, sleep for me. I promise I’ll be there when you wake up.)
Lady’s eyes are growing heavier when Taehyung lays her down and, as he does, he places a kiss atop her forehead, “Si jamais tu le fais…” (If you ever do…)
Her eyes widen at his threatening tone but, before she can process it fully, she passes out in his arms.
Taehyung, Jungkook and, Jimin all look at each other for a moment before, they spring into action.
They shove the dining table aside, disregarding the sound of the expensive china as it crashes to the floor.
There is a Persian rug that covers the sound and, that is quickly shoved aside to reveal something that makes their stomach turn.
Because, beneath the dining table, there is a cellar door.
Jimin swallows his fear and with shaky hands, he leans down, “Hello?”
Silence.
He tries again, his chest numb from the force of his beating heart, “Is there- is anyone down there?”
Nothing.
Jimin frantically looks for a way in but, the hatch is sealed with a padlock.
“It’s locked, we need a way to-“ He begins but, a voice interrupts him.
A voice he is longed to hear for what seems like eternity.
“Jimin?”
The men look at each other with such heightened emotion that it could power the entire city.
Because, that voice belongs to you.
“Y/N? Baby? Oh my god…” He clutches the wood, banging on it without a reason why, “Baby? Is that you?”
Down in the cellar, beneath the big house you were taken to, you begin to cry at the sound of your boyfriends voice.
You must be dreaming you think.
He can’t be real.
Is it possible?
Is the nightmare finally over?
“Jimin!” You cry weakly, using all the strength you have.
The woman who forced you down here hasn’t fed you since your arrival.
She’s just left you down there, along with the rest of her secrets.
The room you’re in isn’t very big.
It’s constructed crudely and made of stone.
There are only two things to keep you company:
A pile of bones and, a pile of money.
When the woman laid you beneath her home, she said only one thing to you,
“You will die down here. You will die beside the life you will never have and, while you do, I’ll make sure he gets everything he could ever want.”
Jimin chokes back a sob as he pounds against door yet again and, he doesn’t notice that Jungkook is already scanning the room for solution.
“I’m right here baby, I’m right here, I’m going to get you out ok? Just hang on…”
You cover your chapped lips with the palm of your hand, sobbing into it.
You couldn’t believe it.
He found you.
He actually found you.
You didn’t know how and, it didn’t matter.
You just want to go home.
“Jungkook and Taehyung are here with me, we’re going to get you out!” He calls and, as if on cue, Jungkook appears beside him with hammer, “Watch out.” He grunts, determination in his eyes, “Y/N! I’m gonna break the door in ok? I need you to move aside so you don’t get hurt!”
You laugh in disbelief at the sound of your friend’s voice, “Use that brute strength of yours Kookie! Show that door who’s boss!”
He chuckles at that, tears collecting in his eyes, “I got you Noona, just make sure you’re not in the way!”
Taehyung is smiling too, trying not to lose it at the sound of your voice.
He keeps a careful eye on Lady, who is still passed out on the settee.
If he hated her before, he wants to kill her now.
Taehyung knew she was involved yes but, he never suspected she had you locked in her fucking cellar.
Jimin is itching to get you in his arms, he wants to claw through the wood himself but, instead he stands back and, lets Jungkook hack away at the cellar door.
You can see it.
The expensive wood slowly splintering above, light pouring in through the jagged cracks.
The only light you’ve had down here is a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.
It’s been torture.
But, none of that matters to you right now.
The only thing you can focus on is the sight of your boyfriend’s face as he tears the remaining wood away from the frame.
“Jimin…” You whimper, ignoring the weakness in your body before crawling your way up the stairs, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms.
Jimin breaks down, reaching out for you…
You’re still in the same outfit he last saw you in.
“Baby, come here…come here…” He pulls you into his arms, his body shaking with his cries as he holds you so tight, it’s almost painful, “I got you, I got you. You’re safe now, you’re safe…”
You’re face in his neck, sobbing whilst your fists clutch his blazer.
You don’t fully understand what’s going on, or why they are here dressed like little princes.
But, you’re not in the headspace to ask.
You just want to stay in Jimin’s arms and, never let go.
“We’re so sorry…” Jungkook sniffles, wrapping his arms around you and Jimin.
Taehyung follows suit, letting his tears fall, “We’re going to make sure they pay for what they did to you.”
Time seems to stand still as you relish in the affection of the people closest to you.
“Don’t ever be sorry. Look what you guys did…you found me. You saved me.” You whisper weakly, your face remaining in Jimin’s neck.
“Jimin? Taehyung? What on earth is going on?”
The sound of her voice makes your blood run cold…
Lady is sitting up, disorientated but before she has a chance to process what’s going on, Taehyung grabs the carving knife from the dining room table and holds it up to her neck.
“Funny, we were going to ask you the same question.”
Lady’s mouth parts in shock, her eyes widening in fear, “I- I-“ She glances around the room before she spots you and, her heart stalls, “I can explain…”
Jimin wants to freak out on her, he really does but, he doesn’t want to let go of you.
“Lady…” He spits from the floor, setting his piercing gaze on her, “Why the fuck is my girlfriend in your cellar?”
She hesitates and, Taehyung can tell she’s looking for a way out so, he presses the knife into her skin, “Answer him.” He hisses through his teeth
Jungkook stands as well, prepared to back him up should he need it.
“Jimin please, you must know. I was only looking out for you…women like her, they ruin men like you. I was trying to protect you.”
“Protect me?!” He barks, shaking his head in disbelief, “By murdering the only woman I’ve ever loved? By putting my friends and I through the worst week of our life?!”
Taehyung holds the knife steady as he jerks his head towards her, “Stand up…”
She obliges, mouth parted in disbelief, her hands up in front of her submissively, “You’re working three jobs to support yourself, I’ve been trying to help you but, I knew you wouldn’t accept it unless you had no other choice. I knew she…” She sends a glare your way, “…would always be in your ear. She was all you ever spoke about, I needed to get her out of the way so, you could start focusing on you.”
“She has a name you crazy bitch…” Jimin lets out a humorless laugh, helping you to your feet, “She has a name and, a life and, people who love her and, you…” He points a finger in her face, “…you tried to take that from her. How many people have ended up in your basement huh?! How many lives have you ruined?!”
Her expression shifts to one of pure malice, a devilish smirk appearing on her lips, “Why don’t you ask your little girlfriend?” She turns her gaze towards you, “Tell him, tell him how many skeletons you found beneath my house.”
This angers you.
Initially, you didn’t understand.
You didn’t understand the significance of running into Noah that night.
You didn’t understand why he offered to call you a Taxi.
You didn’t understand why the driver intentionally missed your turn.
And after you were knocked out, you didn’t understand why you were brought to this place.
The big house.
But now, it makes sense.
This pathetic excuse of a woman, gets off on kidnapping the less fortunate.
She breeds new monsters in the process, taking their loved ones and capitalizing off of their grief.
She takes them in and, turns them to stone.
“You wanted them to think I was dead…so you could convince them to leave their lives behind.” Your voice isn’t a hundred percent but, your gaze is steady as it pierces into her.
She chuckles despite the knife being pressed to her throat, “Hmm so it does have a brain. I knew I couldn’t convince Jimin to work for me unless I broke his heart first. Men are much easier to manipulate when they feel like they have nothing left.”
Taehyung practically snarls, “Let’s waste this bitch, we can tell the police that-“
Lady’s cackle is abrupt, her eyes crinkling with delight, “The police! Ha! The police work for me, why do you think they never looked for your little friend hm? They knew where she was, I pay them a pretty penny to keep their mouth shut.”
Another almost cartoonish voice interrupts the conversation as it crackles over the intercom, “Mam is everything alright in there? We heard a commotion.”
Shit.
It’s one of the guards.
Jungkook is prepared to fight, he looks around for a weapon and, grabs the hammer from the floor.
“Noah! No everything is not ok! It seems as though my guests have overstayed their welcome…” She seethes before another smile appears on her lips, “Kill them…”
Jimin grabs you immediately, pushing you behind him and, Taehyung’s grip tightens on Lady’s waist, keeping her in place.
“Uhhh yeah I don’t know who the fuck Noah is but, uh- oh wait! Yah, Hoseok! Isn’t Noah the one you hit with the Range Rover?”
The voice morphs again and, you actually laugh at the sound of Yoongi’s voice echoing through the speaker.
“Holy shit…” Jungkook chuckles in disbelief
“That scrawny little blonde dude??” Hoseok’s voice literally warms your heart as it reaches your ears, “Yeah he’s out like a light sorry, anyone else you’d like to speak to?”
“Who the fuck are you?” Lady hisses, panic settling into her senses, “I’ll have the police here in minutes, you’ll be thrown in prison for the rest of your lives!”
“Ouch, we were afraid you’d say that. See, but the thing is, we destroyed all of your fancy ass cameras but, we left the audio running so…” Jin’s voice chimes in next, explaining her demise, “the only thing the police will hear is a taped confession, you wrinkly ass bitch. And let me just say my dear, you look like your pussy is covered in dust and, that’s why you’re going down, all because you thought you might get some dick...pity.
Jin’s insult causes laughter to move through the four of you and, you can’t help but, feel moved at how dedicated your friends are.
“You filthy bastards, you better get your grimy hands off of my cars before, I add grand theft auto to your long list of charges.”
They laugh hysterically on the other end of the line before; Namjoon speaks up, “Ok boomer.”
In the next moment, Lady takes advantage of the distraction and, quickly lunges at you, her hands going for your neck but, before she can reach you, she’s knocked out of the way by Jungkook.
It’s an instinctual reaction but, it does the job
Because instead of landing on you, Lady falls down the hole in the floor to the cellar.
The four of you rush over to the entrance to see her body laying still at the bottom of stairs.
There is a bit of silence before you speak up, staying close to Jimin, “What do we do?”
He smirks, wrapping an arm around you, “Leave her. Let her die alone with her all nice shit.”
Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon and, Jin rush in finally and as soon as they spot you, they sigh out in relief.
“Oh my god.”
“You’re ok.”
“We knew we’d find you. Fuck, we missed you so much.”
“If you ever get kidnapped again, I will beat your ass.”
You just smile, giggling at their comments, holding them close.
“Thank you for looking for me. I love you guys so much.”
Yoongi nods to the cellar door and, him and Jimin exchange glances, “Here.” Yoongi tosses him a small black hard drive which Jimin catches seamlessly, “Throw that down there too. It’s the audio from tonight…”
The rest of you aren’t sure how they managed to do it.
But, those questions are reserved for later.
Right now, you just want to get out of there.
Jimin smirks, standing over the edge of the hole in the floor before dropping it in, relishing in the sound it makes as it clatters down the steps.
“Should we call the police?” Hoseok asks, slightly breathless from all the excitement.
“Why would we?” Yoongi grins, shrugging his shoulders, “Girls like her disappear all the time…”
“Good point.” Jin nods returning his grin, and everyone’s eyes are still trained on the hole in the floor.
You aren’t sure if she’s dead but, you’re hoping she isn’t.
She deserves to spend the rest of her life suffering for what she did to you, for what she did to so many others…
“What happened to the guards?” You ask, lacing your fingers with Jimin and, he responds by tightening his grip on your hand.
“We knocked em out. They’re tied up in the garage.” Namjoon remarks coolly
“Let’s get out of here. We need to leave town for few days until the police figure everything out.” Taehyung says, finally dropping the knife to the floor.
“Good thing we have a ride then…” Hoseok holds up the keys to the Range Rover and, the eight of you are giddy with the promise of freedom.
Jungkook stays close to Namjoon and, as rest of you exit the house; he spots movement in the corner of his eyes.
Near the coat rack, sits a long-haired white Persian cat.
Jungkook can’t help himself.
If he isn’t going to kill this terrible woman, he’s at least going to take her cat.
Hit her where it hurts you know?
“Hyung…” He stops Namjoon and, he looks confused for a moment until he spots what Jungkook is pointing out.
Jungkook doesn’t wait to reach out to the furry creature, “ Here kitty kitty.”
The cat rubs against his hand, tiny purs erupting from it’s mouth and, Jungkook smiles as he takes it into his arms.
Namjoon smirks fondly at the two of them before his eyes light up when he sees the name engraved on the cat’s golden collar.
“Cognac.” He breathes and, he and Jungkook share a moment as they exit the house.
The eight of you pile into the Range Rover, with Jin in the driver’s seat and, immediately, you find yourself beside Jimin.
“I thought I lost you…” He whispers desperately, placing a few kisses to your lips.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You whisper back, smiling into his lips before leaning forward to make an announcement to the rest of the car, “Hey guys uh…I think I have a way we can leave town for a bit.”
“How?” Hoseok furrows his brow, leaning around Jimin to see you.
“With this…” You grin and, from the middle of your bra, you pull out several bundles of money, each of them labeled $20,000.
You left the bones in the cellar for the police to find.
But the money?
The money, you took with you.
The police wouldn’t need it for their investigation right?
The seven of them look at you in shock before Yoongi lets out a sound you’ve never heard him make before; it’s pure unfiltered joy.
“Oh fuck yeah…”
Plage de Maeva, Tahiti- Two Months Later
Justice came in pieces.
It started with Cognac and, the massive fortune Lady left behind; both of which were returned to their rightful owner, the man at the river.
Then came Jaebeom; the eight of you dropped off a few thousand for him at the club, along with your findings.
A different precinct responded to the distress call from Lady’s home.
She survived the figurative fall yes but, the fall from grace that would soon follow completely destroyed her.
She was brought in on 9 counts of first degree murder, 7 counts of kidnapping, stalking, conspiracy to commit fraud and, a myriad of other charges.
The suits were brought in as well and, suffered similar fates.
Between them, 293 years of prison was to be served.
The staff at the motel, the patrons of the Chamomile Country Club and, even Clementine herself were all publically humiliated when the news broke of Lady’s true nature.
She had been paying them all for their silence.
No charges were brought against them but, their statuses as pariahs seemed fitting enough.
The news came to all of you quite late because, you were far too busy enjoying your own personal victories…on an island called Tahiti.
520,000 was certainly enough to get you out of town and, by the looks of it, you may never return…
“Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!”
Yoongi’s voice echoes loudly with the help of his microphone as he raps the lyrics to a rather befitting song by Kendrick Lamar.
It was karaoke night on the rooftop of your resort and the eight of you, along with your loved ones are enjoying every second of it.
Hoseok rushes on stage with Yoongi, laughing as he does, “I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis with-“ He holds the mic out and, the rest of you scream the lyrics with beaming smiles.
“POETIC JUSTICE, POETIC JUSTICE- IF I TOLD YOU A FLOWER BLOOMED IN A DARK ROOM WOULD YOU TRUST IT?”
Jimin is behind you, with his arms secured around your waist, giggling through the words.
He’s euphoric at the moment, he’s never been so happy in his entire life.
Namjoon hits the stage next, and the song continues with the help of your friends and the crowd,
“I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name….”
Jungkook and Taehyung are at the front of the crowd hyping them up whilst Jin sings loudly with his fiancée.
The next part Jimin croons into your ear, tightening his grip on you as the words have so much meaning:
“And anytime…” He sings, kissing into your neck, “You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it- And I know just know just know just know just what you want…poetic justice, put it in a song, alright.”
You turn in his arms then, kissing him deeply, pouring everything you have into it.
“You kept your promise.” You whisper, grinning against his lips.
“My promise?” He giggles, kissing you back, his eyes deep with emotion.
You cup his cheek, biting your lip as you hold back your tears, “The night I disappeared, you promised me, we’d get our break…”
His smile widens and, rather than use his words, he just kisses you again.
Because, he can.
Because, you’re safe.
Because, you’re his.
The rooftop is a place you often end up.
It’s a little cliché, you think: a bunch of rich kids corralled onto a fancy ass resort building on a tropical island, the waves crashing in the background.
But you and your friends aren’t ordinary rich kids.
The worst any of you has ever done is rob an old lady’s house, push her down the stairs, leave her for dead and, then ruin her life but…
To be fair…
That bitch deserved it.
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