Jungkook

I search through every single corner of the box labeled "Yoon" with a permanent faded marker, and I finally lay an eye on the thing I was searching for. I picked up Yoongi's old phone and try to turn it on. It didn't come on.

It probably needs to be charged, so I ran into my room and plugged it into my charger and sat for about ten minutes until the screen turned a bright white, indicating life. I pick up the phone slowly and look at it. "Enter Password" it says. I sigh and think about the day he told me his precious password.

"If you tell anyone, I'll hurt you."

I smile at the memory and type in his password. I used to always abuse the fact that I knew it. I would take constant selfies and leave little letters in random parts of his phone.

I look at the unlocked screen and my eyes widen at the numbers of notifications. Social media and messaging was all filled with questions and posts and it was overwhelming. Some of the things would say "I miss you." or an occasional "Hey," with a long message about how they missed him.

It was like they were typing to Yoongi as if he were going to answer back.

I laughed lightly at the thought and sighed. I don't message him, but I do talk to myself as if he's right next to me. As if he will answer..

I click through the messages from months ago to see any signs of him talking to anybody suspicious, and sure enough, I find a message with no ID. I scroll through their messages and see a few chat bubbles, ten at the most.

"Where do you live?"

"Why do you even want to know?" Yoongi had messaged back. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat up at the sight.

"Fine." Was the last message. It was sent on August 11th at almost midnight.

I looked at it with more confusion as I realized how weird that sounded. The whole conversation before it was even worse than that. The person would send repeated messages asking where he was and why he wasn't answering. One other message also stuck out.

"Come back home," the message said. "music won't get you anywhere. It's meaningless."

I tightened my grip on the phone and looked at it. Does Yoongi know this person? Why do they sound like they know him so well? It is a past relationship? Or maybe a stalker?

  But it sounds like family..?

I grab my jacket and head out of the door to make my way back to Mr. Choi's office.

"Come in," He finally said to me as a girl walked out of his office. "What can I do?"

"I have something weird that I want you to see," I said as I handed him the phone with the messages already there. "You can keep the phone to find anything else if you want."

I walked towards the door and thanked Mr.
Choi before walking out. I decided that since I was already outside, I would go get a drink of coffee. I hadn't been to the coffee shop since August, so I decided to finally man up and try to not let the past get to me so easily.

I suddenly remember the day I almost jumped off of the building. What if Jimin hadn't pulled me back? What if Yoongi is alive but I would be dead because of letting things get to me?

Destiny always has a weird way of working. I walked in the coffee shop after ten minutes of walking and the familiar aura that was once there is no longer lingering about in this tiny place. I used to feel happy when I walked in, knowing that Yoongi was behind the counter and would smile up at me as I walked in.

But he isn't behind the counter. Some teen girl with long blonde hair tied behind her head stands there with a resting face and no happiness that I was once greeted with behind the old counter and register. I frown as I get in line to order my coffee for the first time in months. I pay for my coffee and leave.

I couldn't stay there any longer. I thought it would be refreshing air, but instead I got suffocated with lingering memories. Instead, I head to the music studio, (Namjoon had forced me to let him give me my own room,) and I head to the rooftop like I had the other day.

This time, I didn't feel like jumping.

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