Jungkook was gone. No phone calls, no texts, no trace.

Yoongi couldn't shake the thought that maybe this wasn't just about the argument. Jungkook hadn't left in anger. He had run away, yes—but it wasn't a mere escape from a fight. He had left deliberately. And there was a part of Yoongi, deep down, that feared the worst.

Namjoon paced furiously, his hands raking through his hair. "What was he thinking?"

"We weren't exactly subtle, were we?" Jin snapped, crossing his arms tightly. "He probably couldn't take it anymore after the way we yelled at him."

"Don't make this about you, Hyung!" Taehyung's voice rose, his frustration boiling over. "You're acting like it was just you who pushed him! We're all to blame."

"Stop it, both of you!" Hoseok interjected, his voice trembling with uncharacteristic sharpness. He looked as though he was trying to hold everyone together, but the cracks in his own composure were starting to show.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. "He didn't even look at me before he left... I didn't even realize he was struggling this much."

Namjoon finally stopped pacing and turned to the group. "We need to find him. He can't have gone far."

"And if he has?" Taehyung challenged. "What if—"

"Don't," Jin cut him off sharply. "Don't even say it."

They split up into pairs, each member's phone gripped tightly in their hands as they began their frantic search

They had checked all the places they knew he frequented. Parks, coffee shops, and even old, quiet spots where Jungkook used to find solace. But there was no sign of him. Not a single trace.

"Hyung, I can't find anything," Taehyung said, his voice trembling with exhaustion. He was on the verge of breaking, the worry eating away at him. "What if... What if something happened to him?"

Yoongi felt his chest tighten at the thought. He tried to push the thought away, but it clung to him like a shadow. What if he's hurt? What if he's—

"Damn it, Jungkook," he muttered under his breath. His thoughts raced, piecing together the signs he had ignored—the quiet withdrawal, the forced smiles, the unspoken pain.

"Yoongi, you okay?" Jimin asked softly, noticing Yoongi had gone silent. Yoongi blinked, bringing himself back to the present. He had been absentmindedly holding something in his hand—Jungkook's phone. It was broken and dirty as if it had been discarded in a hurry. His fingers tightened around the phone as he lifted it up.

"He... he left this behind," Yoongi murmured, voice tight. His throat felt thick as if the air had become thicker, heavier. "Why would he leave without his phone? "

Jimin stepped closer, his eyes searching Yoongi's face as if looking for answers. "Hyung... what are you trying to say?"

"He's not just angry," Yoongi finally spoke, his voice low and steady, though his insides were in turmoil. "He didn't leave because of the argument. He's gone. And I'm starting to think... he didn't just want space. He didn't want us to find him."

Jimin's face paled, and Taehyung looked at Yoongi, eyes wide, as the realization began to set in. Jungkook had left without a trace, with no intention of returning. No phone, no money. Yoongi had never seen him this determined to disappear.

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked, his voice breaking slightly.

"He's done with us," Yoongi said, though the words were almost foreign in his mouth. "He's cutting us off. He's not going to return."

The silence that followed was heavy, each of them processing the gravity of what Yoongi had just said. It wasn't just a fight. Jungkook had been pulling away for a while. The cracks were there, and none of them had truly seen how deep they ran.

"Why?" Taehyung whispered, voice shaking. "Why would he do that? we have always argued."

The late-night silences, the forced smiles, the days when Jungkook seemed so distant, so withdrawn. The moments when Yoongi had tried to reach out, but Jungkook had always shut him down. He was trying to protect them, but in the process, he had pushed them all away.

What if he's not just running away? What if Jungkook had reached a breaking point? What if he was... contemplating something far worse than just leaving them behind?

 But he didn't voice his concerns. He couldn't. Not yet. He didn't want to alarm the others more than they already were. They needed to find Jungkook—now.

"We need to find him," Yoongi said, his voice hardening, trying to push away the fear gnawing at him. "He's been through too much. We can't lose him. Not like this."

They had to find him before it was too late.