Jungkook:

The next morning I decide to come downstairs. I can't remember the last time I came downstairs to eat breakfast with my family. I've isolated myself in my room for so long now...

I drag my feet down the stairs, eyes hung low. When I turn the corner to walk through the living room through to the kitchen, I see my Mum almost drop the plates she was carrying out of the pure shock that I had actually come out of my room.

'Jungkook!' You're...here.' She says confused. My dad looks up from his newspaper and sets down his coffee.

'Wow - the lesser spotted Jeon Jungkook has actually emerged from his natural habitat!' He jokes, although his face falls when he sees my dead expression. My mum takes out another plate and sets it down at the breakfast table. I pull out a seat and slump into it, eyes still fixed on the floor. I can feel that my parents are wary of me, they both won't stop staring at me. Mum hovers around me, trying to find any sign of life in me. Trying to find any trace of her son.

She spoons food onto my plate. I stare at it. Why was I even here? It's not like I had an appetite. It's not like I've had an appetite for the past months. I poke at it with my fork, until dad speaks.

'Jungkook. I know you miss him. But it doesn't mean you should lose hope at everything you do. He can still be found.' He says softly. Mum throws him a look, one that says 'How dare you bring this up to him, he's already on the edge as it is!'

'How?' I say bluntly, as I continue to prod at the breakfast. My dad sighs.

'Maybe there were more witnesses? Or maybe someone else close to him who knows where he might have gone to or why he left.' He tries telling me. Mum still throws him deathly looks: 'You're treading on thin ice!'

I don't reply. I don't have the effort to. And I certainly don't have the effort to put up with these empty reassurances. Unless you can bring Jimin back, don't try and pretend like you can. It's fake and it's cruel.

'What about Taehyung - he was close friends with Jimin. Maybe he knows something.' Dad asks. Taehyung? What does he have to do with this? I look up, suddenly more curious about my dad's reasoning.

'Huh? They've never been close friends. In fact I don't think they even like each other.' I say, correcting him. It was almost humorous, thinking about how far from the truth my dad was. Jimin and Taehyung were always complaining about each other.

Dad sips his steaming coffee. 'Oh...really? I mean I just assumed they were since I saw Taehyung at Jimin's house once.'

Taehyung? At Jimin's house? You were more likely to see the Pope at a rave.
'Really...when?'

'Well, just before...' He sets down his coffee and furrows his eyebrows, trying to think back. His eyebrows raise again as he realises. '...before Jimin went missing... He was pushing something through the letterbox. That's all I saw, I remember because I was coming home from work late that evening so I took a shortcut through Jimin's road. And I know it was his house because I remember him telling me he lived in the middle house that morning he stayed for breakfast.'

Pushing something through the letterbox? What would Taehyung have to push through the letterbox? It's not like him and Jimin even spoke to each other - so why was Tae at his house?

I stand up sharply, almost knocking over my drink. 'Kookie! Mind the drinks!' Mum snaps. 'What are you doing?' She asks.

'I'm going to school.' I announce, rushing away from the breakfast table and up into my room to throw on fresh clothes.

'What?! You're...actually going in?!' Mum calls behind me in disbelief.

In my room, I quickly throw on whatever I can. I don't even bother packing my bag. I pace down the stairs and Mum runs up to me.

'Jungkook! You're actually going to school?! I'm so proud!' Her smile beams as she fixes the collar on my jacket. I guess she was just over the moon to see me making an effort for the first time in months. And actually attending school again.

'Mum I'm gonna be late.' I wanted to let her have this moment but I really did need to go.

'Oh of course of course!' She raises a clenched hand in support as I leave the house and jump into my car. I didn't want to go back. I still didn't feel up to it. In fact I dreaded going back. But if it meant I could find something out - anything to give me a clue as to where Jimin went, then it was worth it. I clip on my seat belt and push my foot down on the pedal.

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I arrived at school. I pace down the corridors. This felt...awful. To walk down the hallway knowing that every eye is on you. I wonder what they've all been saying about me. All the rumours that have been made up surrounding my hiatus from school. I feel like a carcass surrounded by vultures, each one ready to pick at me, ask me for all the details as to why I've been away for so long. I push through the crowd as quickly as I can so no one can approach me and rush to class. Today was in my favour. I had art class first. Taehyung was in that class. 

I get there early, and instead of sitting in my seat, I sit in Sena's. I know she sits next to Tae. I sit there, jogging my leg up and down and biting my nails. I stare at the clock, waiting for class to begin. Before the class arrives, Mr.Lee walks in, stopping dead in his tracks.

'J-Jungkook...you're back?' He stutters, stunned that I'm actually here. By the way he was staring at me he must of thought he was seeing the ghost of Jeon Jungkook. I don't blame him though. I'd been gone so long I may as well of been dead.

'Um...Hello.' I reply, not knowing quite what else to say. Mr.Lee takes a seat at his desk, not breaking his eye contact.

'Are you...okay? I know you've been coming to copes with your friend Jimin...' He begins. 'I hope to see the old Jeon Jungkook back and ready to learn...okay?'

'Yeah...' I reply half heartedly. I wasn't about to go making promises to be 'the old Jeon Jungkook'. Just as he was about to speak again, the bell rings and the students pour into class. Once they realise I'm here, they slow their walks, each one taking a long look at me. Was that really Jeon Jungkook? I thought he was never coming back. What was up with him? They're probably thinking. I ignore them. I see Sena begin to approach her seat, only to see me sitting there. She doesn't question it, and shuffles on awkwardly to find another seat.

Taehyung follows in behind the student and looks my way. He smiles as he sits next to me. The class stays quiet when Mr.Lee speaks, unlike usual. The whole atmosphere was just...weird. Did I cause this much of a stir? God this was awkward. When Mr.Lee finishes talking - something about the art project deadline being soon - the class go on to talk quietly. Probably whispering about me.

Taehyung turns to talk to me. This was it. Where I find out some answers.

'Jungkook! I'm glad you're finally back! I knew I'd bring you out of that hole eventually.' He leans in, and slings an arm around me. I shrug it off, not saying a word. He pulls back and frowns. 'Hey - What's up with you? You can't be in your sulky temper tantrum forever.'

Play it cool Jungkook. Stay calm. Just until you get answers. Why was he at Jimin's house? Does he know anything? Maybe I'm being too quick to judge him. I decide to bring Jimin into the topic. To see what he knows.

'Sorry, I'm just getting over Jimin. That's all.' I say. He turns up his top lip slightly in a face that almost looks like disgust at the mention of Jimin's name.

'How long are you going to be getting over him Jungkook? Forget him. He left you - do you need anymore of a sign that he's not into you?!' He snaps. I want to turn round and punch him just for saying that. Stay calm.

'I guess. I'm just worried. He was having a hard time - I'm pretty sure his dad threw him out, they fought before he left. I wonder why his dad was so angry?' I pause, eyes flicking over to Taehyung.

'Well obviously his dad was angry, I mean he saw photos of you two together all lovey dovey so...' He laughs.

Photos? What photos? No one ever said anything about photos?! I remember what dad had said this morning. About seeing Tae pushing something through the letterbox of Jimin's house just before he went missing...

Could it be...he was pushing through photos? And how would he even know that Jimin's dad had see photos...
How would he know that?

Unless he was the one who took them.