Beautiful

Here's some simple rules
1. Don't ignore him
2. Don't bite the kidnapper
3. Follow the rules
4. What ever you do, do not make him angry

Never trust a stranger

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~Taehyung's POV~

I laid around my apartment, waiting for Hoseok to come back with the food he was going to make me eat. I didn't care about my health right now, I cared about finding my friend. 

I stood up from the couch and I looked around the room, letting out a deep sigh. I didn't know what to do anymore, I took an extended vacation from work, I was constantly checking my phone to see if there was a text or a call from Jimin, but there was never anything. Its like he completely disappeared from my life... Forever. 

He was one of the greatest friends I had ever had and I never got the chance to express to him how much I appreciated him. I never got to tell him how much I crushed on him since he had moved into the building a few years ago. I never got to do a lot of things that I wish I could have with him. 

I walked out of my apartment and I walked down the hallway until I got to his room. I looked inside and I bite my bottom lip. They had removed the door and put two stands of police tape around the door so that people would know that the apartment was under police watch. 

But that didn't stop me. 

I cut through the police tape and I walk inside his apartment. Everything was neat and tidy, classic Jimin. I moved my fingers along the back of the couch and I got memories of us playing video games or watching lame movies just so we could make fun of the scenes and characters. A brief smile came to my face and I looked around the room some more. 

I still couldn't believe this had happened, a sweet and humble guy like Jimin... How could anyone steal such an innocent guy. 

I headed over to his bedroom and I feel tears suddenly fall down my face, looking at all his belongings that he had in specific places cause that's how he liked them. I remember moving them around to taunt him and laughing at how he'd get ticked off at me. 

If I had called the cops when I told him I was going too... He wouldn't be gone... If I had done more for him, if I hadn't left for work that morning. I was so stupid and now because of the things I didn't do, Jimin was kidnapped. 

He's probably dead somewhere, maybe he's up in heaven now looking down on me. I was still hopeful that he was alive, he had to be alive, he couldn't be dead. 

I fell back onto the bed, my face being flooded with tears. "Jimin," I sobbed out and I hugged the pillow next to me. "Jimin, come back here," I whispered and I wiped some tears away into my sleeve. 

"Taehyung?" I hear and I look over, seeing Hoseok walk into the room. "Taehyung I have been looking everywhere for you, you aren't supposed to be in here." 

"Who says?" I ask and I clutch onto the pillow tighter, taking in the sweet scent of my friend. 

"The law, come on, before we get caught!" He raised his voice and he pulled the pillow out of my hands, tossing it onto the bed. 

"No! He didn't like having it like that!" I exclaim and I placed the pillow back neatly. "Im not leaving this room Hoseok." I say and I get up off the bed, "you may be off in your own little world where you're acting like he never exsisted, but I'm not playing that game! Listen to me! You lost your best friend and you're acting like everything is splendid and like nothing ever happened!" I walk over to his dresser and I pick up a picture of the three of us up. I spun around and I showed it to him, the tears continuing to fall, "we were so happy," I choke out and I look at the photo in my hands. "We were the best together, we had so many great memories. Remember when Jimin made you laugh so hard that you spit water out on my face," I laughed through my tears and I hugged the photo to my chest. "Remember when we went to the creak and jimin slipped on a rock a hurt his ass and we laughed for hours on the way home. Remember when I first became friends with you guys and I walked on my own foot and got my face covered in mud. Does all of that mean nothing to you?" 

"Taehyung, stop.." Hoseok said quietly and I shook my head. 

"You're in deniel, Hoseok. I know you are hurting, so why don't you just show it? I'm so hurt, Hoseok. I don't know what to do, I'm hanging on cause there's a small bit of hope left in my heart, telling me that he's still alive." I poked my chest and I looked over at him. "We never got to say good buy, god knows what he's going through right now." I bit my lip and I look at Jimin in the photo, seeing how happy he looked to be with us. "He had such a kind smile," I said and I place the photo back where it belonged. "The cops aren't going to solve this mess, they'll wait a few more days then declare him dead cause there's just no other chance that he's living. Then well all dress in black and sit up at a funeral for him when he's not even going to show up." 

"Taehyung, please." Hoseok said and he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm too tired for this, I really am. I'm so emotionally drained that I don't know what to do. I went back to see how his family was doing the other day and it was so heart breaking to be there. Everyone around me is grieving but I haven't even cried yet, I don't even believe any of this is real yet, there's no way." 

"Its true, Hoseok, if it wasn't true we'd be happy, but we aren't.. Just look at us," I say and I wrapped my arms around Hoseok. "I don't want to believe he's dead... Not now... Not ever." 

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