no note...
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hoseok was shocked. he quickly excused himself, saying sorry for jin's behavior, and seemingly following him down the hall.

tsuki was left confused, dazed in thought. what if...no! hoseok doesn't like her, that's insane! but...what if jin's right? what if hoseok does like her? her thoughts seemed to be louder than haneul calling her name. he didn't get her attention until grabbing her shoulder.

"what?" she sounded annoyed, furrowing her eyebrows at him and shaking his hand from her shoulder.

"are you okay? i mean... what the hell was that?" haneul asks, ignoring her rude response.

"yes, i'm fine," tsuki dismisses his concern and walks away, into another room. he stands astonished. what is wrong with her?

jimin quickly follows after, being the good friend he is. entering the room behind tsuki, he spots her eyeing a large box.

"tsuki," he sighed, pulling a hand trough his blonde hair, "are you okay?"

"i'm f-"

"oh, dear god... please don't say you're fine!" he exclaims, interrupting her lie.

she looked back at him and frowned, "what am i supposed to say, jimin? no, i'm not fine. i haven't been since his disappearance."

he rubbed the back of his neck, looking around the dining room. a long mahogany table in the middle, a case of china plates and cups, a box in the corner- the box in the corner.

"i just want you to always be honest with me."

"it's hard to be honest to anyone, jimin."

they weren't looking at each other. tsuki, focused on how she would get this box off the ground... and jimin, lost in worry.

haneul came in being impatient. his straight face eyed the two, and then he sighed, "what are you doing?"

"we're getting this box," tsuki said, picking up the box and stumbling forward a bit, jimin steadying her.

"i'll take the box," he told her gently, rubbing her arm as a reassurance, "you lead the way." haneul rolled his eyes at the two and made his way back into the living room, tsuki and jimin following behind.

tsuki takes items out of the box one by one, setting them on the table in a neat order. they can't miss anything. not a single thing. and, oh, she wouldn't want to see the look on jin's face if they'd done it some other way.

"can't we just, i don't know," haneul mockingly shrugs, "dump the whole thing out and start from there."

tsuki looks a him and crosses her arms. "we could... but jin-" she was too late, everything was on the coffee table and spilling off the sides, onto the ground.

"ta-da! same deal here," haneul told her, setting the box down and raising his arms at the mess.

tsuki shook her head at him before continuing to sort through the pile. so many pictures of taehyung were in the pile, it almost- almost!- made her cry. she kept face, though. there were sealed envelopes and more post cards, plastic bags full of seemingly useless things, and a ton of junk, most of which couldn't lead her to taehyung.

soon, hoseok and jin returned, and sat down opposite of each other. the red haired guy sitting by tsuki, and the ex sitting by jimin, who glared discreetly at him. haneul sat on the other side of jimin, eyeing the tv drama happening before his eyes.

jin's eyes darted to the table and widened. "why'd you make such a mess?!" tsuki just shrugged while hoseok smirked at jin's distress.

"what are you smirking at, cherry head?" jin snapped, glaring at hoseok, who merely snorted back.

their little feud was cut short as a gasp escaped tsuki's lips. holding a plastic bag far away from her face, she cringed at the sight. the vile of red, broken and seeping into the bag, seeping onto the note inside. blood.

"w-what?" jimin mumbled, shivering at the sight.

"i-" he didn't want to ask this, "i-is it taehyung's?" tsuki, once strong and confident, whimpered and threw the bag into the table. immediately shielding her face away in her hands, turning her head toward hoseok, hiding as much as she could. he rubbed her back and held her close.

of course, thought jin.

"there's a letter," jin says, as he picks up the bag, distracting himself from punching hoseok right then and there. tae wouldn't want that. "i can't read it."

"we... we should get it out and clean it off," jimin suggest, trying not to think of his hands in the blood.

the four boys looked at each other, tsuki crying into hoseok's chest. the silent conversation was being made with their eyes. "who will touch the bloody note?"

haneul sighed, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, "i'll do it."

and so, everyone's eyes diverted away, even hanuel's, the letter was retrieved.

haneul wiped some of the blood away and sighed once more, a calm sigh. "it's not in japanese for once. all it says is 'taehyung's' and it's signed by Theodore V. Karn..." he quickly dropped the letter back into the bag, and stood up to clean his hands in the kitchen. he grimaced at his hands. what could this mean? taehyung is dead? no... theodore has to be taehyung... he has to. what is he playing at?

tsuki, tears still in her eyes and mascara smeared down her cheeks, glanced up at the two in front of her. "please tell me he read it wrong." jin shook his head and she went silent. "m-maybe he's being held captive. let's look for another note around the house." she make her way out of hoseok' arms and searched the whole house, getting more frustrated as nothing showed up.

"we-" she couldn't accept that it was his blood, "we should check my place!"

"tsuki," haneul stood behind her, along with the other three, "calm down."

"please? we have to, okay? it's... i need another letter." with her sad eyes glistening, she convinced the four.

in her house, the searched... and searched again, but nothing appeared. no note.

the group made it back into seokjin's living room, sulking and plopping themselves onto the couch.

"i-" tsuki stood up, "i should go clean my room."

"what if!" hoseok stood up, "what if we only get letters at night? that would make sense, right? then we'd just have to wait until tonight."

"yeah, you're right!" tsuki agreed, a small smile on her face. "but, i should definitely clean my room while we wait."

jimin stood up, too, asking, "do you mind if i come with? i definitely need a nap."

she smiled at him, nodding. "come on, kitten." jimin and yoongi often reminded her of cats, jimin for his sweetness, and yoongi because of the amount of naps he took. although, one was a kitten and the other was more of a big cat... like a puma.

they made it to her room, jimin going to sit in her bed, and tsuki fixing up the mess on the floor.

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not too long after the duo made it out of the living room, someone had arrived home, a small box of possessions in his hands.

the black turtle neck fitting his upper body, light jeans and black boots worn with it.

yoongi.

"yoongi! welcome home!" jin greeted, smiling at him.

he ignored jin, asking, "what's with the mess? and who's that?" he nodded his head toward haneul.

"this is haneul, a friend of tsuki's."

"oh, you're haneul. yeah," he recalled, then turned his attention to jin, "so, tsuki's here? i'd like to apologize to her."

"she's in her room with jimin."

"jimin?"

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"jimin, i-" her apologetic look told him everything.

"it's okay, really." he stood up, walking to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"i just miss him so much..." she looked away, remembering the blood, "do you really think it was his?"

jimin looked into her teary eyes. he couldn't let her down. "no," he shook his head, pulling her in for a hug, "no. we'll find him." pulling away from the hug slightly, they looked into each other's eyes, and leaned in.

it's strange, the things sad, lonely, jealous people do to have comfort.

their kiss was long and deep, but don't be mistaken... it wasn't of the right emotions or intentions. it wasn't of love.

the door clicked open, but it wasn't heard by the two...

"tsuki i- what the hell!"

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what just happened?? yikessss