"What do you mean she's not answering?" Namjoon asks as Mr. James returns to the limo.

Namjoon went all out tonight. He's sporting a sophisticated Dolce and Gabbana tuxedo, looking absolutely breathtaking with his eyes behind green colored contacts and dirty blonde hair slicked back.

"I knocked for five minutes and no one came, sir," his driver says nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"The hell?" Namjoon huffs. "Did she fall asleep? Drive me to the employee entrance."

As soon as the vehicle pulls up Namjoon sprints to the elevator, making it up to your floor in record time. He knocks a couple times before entering your code and stepping through the door.

He walks around in search of you, but you're nowhere to be found. He nervously paces in the living room, wondering if you're somehow pranking him. Pulling his phone out he dials your number, which goes to voicemail after a few rings. He tries again and again, really starting to fret.

Did she run away again? He thinks to himself.

He dials another number and presses the phone to his ear.

"Hey what's up?" Jimin answers.

"Is Nanami with you?" he asks, Jimin hearing the panic in his voice. "I need to talk to her."

"Uh, yeah," he mumbles. "Here."

"Why the fuck are you calling me?" A snarky Nanami huffs. "Aren't you supposed to be on a date?"

"She's not here," he groans. "Did something happen? Is she upset with me?"

"Wait what?!" Nanami exclaims. "No, I called her like an hour ago when she was getting ready. Nothing was wrong. You're sure that dumbass isn't asleep?"

"I'm in her apartment right now and she's gone," he sighs, pinching between his brows. "Her purse and phone are gone too."

"Hang on, let me track this bitch."

Namjoon impatiently taps his foot up and down as he waits.

"Oh, fuck," Nanami whispers. "Her location's off."

"Dammit!" Namjoon yells, frustratedly running his hand through his hair, gripping the back. "We were fine! Why would she run like this again? Why wouldn't she talk to me?"

"Namjoon I really don't think she planned to run from this," she assures him. "She was so excited she couldn't sleep last night. Look around and see if she left a note or something."

Namjoon sighs before checking the rooms again. "There's nothing here," he says shakily, anxiousness swelling in his chest. He heads for the door but something stops him in his tracks. A smell.

That's bleach.

He looks at the floor, noticing the area where people leave their shoes is suspiciously clean. Leaning down he drags his finger across the tile.

"Did [Y/N] clean her place recently?" Namjoon asks into the phone. "Like really clean it? Like deep cleaning."

"I don't think so," she answers. "I mean she's pretty clean but doesn't deep clean super often. Plus she's been at your place most nights, she wouldn't even need to."

Namjoon's brows furrow in confusion. He's about to stand up when his eyes catch something that makes his stomach churn. It's small, splattered onto the black slippers you'd bought him. A tiny drop of blood.

"Oh my god," Namjoon exhales.

"What? Did you find her?"

"Nanami, call the police," he pleads. "Tell them to come here. I think she's hurt."

"Wait wha-"

"Do it now!" He yells, hanging up on her to dial a different number.

"Hey man Kim Namjoo-"

"Hyung, it's [Y/N], I think she's hurt. Send the team over," Namjoon begs, his voice trembling.

Namjoon hears rustling in the background, moving to speak to someone. "Send me the address, we'll come now," Jin says calmly.

"Okay," he whimpers, hanging up to dial your number again and again.

It only takes 30 minutes for Jin to arrive with four other men carrying briefcases. HYBE has their own investigative team for emergencies just like this. Namjoon figured they would be quicker than the police.

"Hyung, her blood-" Namjoon trembles. "There's bleach and there's blood and I-"

"Namjoon," Jin grips his shoulders, locking eyes with him. "Calm down. Breathe. Tell us what happened."

Namjoon takes a couple breaths before speaking, trying to calm his nerves. "We were supposed to go to dinner tonight. When I came to get her she was gone."

"She didn't message you or anything?" he asks. "What about her friend?"

"No," he shakes his head with tears brimming in his eyes. "Nanami doesn't know either. She wouldn't have missed tonight, hyung. She knew I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend."

"Sir, come look," says one of the men in suits, calling the two over.

Namjoon's knees hit the floor as they shine the UV light over the entryway. The cleanup must've been sloppy because remnants of your blood are sprinkled across the floor and up the wall. Every ounce of air Namjoon had in his body is gone. He's paralyzed on his knees, beginning to hyperventilate.

"Where is sh-" Nanami's voice gets caught in her throat as she runs up to the door. She sees the UV light illuminating the tile and Jimin gasps as he runs up behind her. "Oh my god."

A few police officers come from behind them as well, quickly calling for backup.

"We'll find her," Jin assures Namjoon, guiding him to stand up and head to the couch. He sits down and blinks at nothing, unable to form a single thought. Jimin's got Nanami wrapped in his arms as she sobs into his chest; the police work with the investigative team to collect samples and make some phone calls.

"Kim Namjoon!" Seokjin claps his hands in front of his leader's face, snapping him from his trance. "You need to get it together. We can't find [Y/N] if you just sit there like a zombie. The police want to ask you some questions."

Namjoon's throat tightens as he nods, knowing he needs to get his shit together for you. It was a good idea to call Jin over. He knew his eldest brother would be his anchor and voice of reason.

It's been a little over two hours since you disappeared, only two from the investigative team remain while the other two have headed back to headquarters. The police are still scurrying around, taking photos and collecting evidence.

Namjoon, Jin, Nanami, and Jimin sit in your living room as they nervously watch the HYBE team type into their computers and make phone calls.

They're trying to track your phone. They know your location services have been shut off so they're hoping to find you through a ping off one of the cell towers. They know your phone is at least turned on since it rings before going to voicemail. Namjoon's been calling continuously, foot tapping anxiously. His phone is hooked up to one of the computers in hopes of you answering so they can trace the signal easier if the lines connect.

The whole room gasps when a stern voice blasts through the speakers.

"Hello?" The voice says through the phone.

"Keep her on the phone as long as you can," one of the investigators whispers to Namjoon and he nods. Namjoon's quick to calm his voice. He's had time to process everything, and has been waiting for this opportunity.

"Hello?" Namjoon responds gently. "Who is this? Is [Y/N] there?"

"Yes, unfortunately Miss [Y/N] is really sick. She came to our hospital but she is okay now."

Nanami has her hand clasped over her mouth in an attempt to contain her sobs. The whole room has to stay silent so their cover isn't blown.

"She's in the hospital?" Namjoon's voice raises in a panic. "Where is she?"

"Unfortunately I cannot disclose her location due to patient confidentiality," the voice says coldly. "I can let you speak with her though."

"Yes, please," Namjoon begs, but keeping a steady voice. "I need to know she's okay."

There's complete silence for a few moments, the whole room holding their breath while the investigators type furiously into the keyboards.

"Hey Namjoon."

It's a good thing he's sitting, his knees would've given out otherwise. Your voice sounds so fragile and scared, sending needles through his chest.

"Ah, don't worry about my voice. I've thrown up a few times so I sound like a toad."

He knows you're lying.

"Baby are you okay?" He asks shakily, trying to contain his trembling. "Where are you?"

"I'm fine, Namjoon. I'm in a hospital, it's too crowded for you to come here."

That's twice now. He knows you're using his name on purpose, making his heart sink to his stomach.

"I'm sorry, Namjoon, I'll need to reschedule our dinner. Also, I know Nanami will try to track me, but I dropped my phone in the parking garage. My phone's cracked pretty badly, I'm lucky I can even use it for a phone call. Please tell her not to panic. She can't track me on my phone."

Namjoon glances at Nanami, who seems confused by her words. He shakes his head to get rid of his thoughts.

"Okay, [Y/N]," he says softly. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay Namjoon. I have to go now. The patient next to me is asleep."

Namjoon panics when he sees the investigators still haven't found your location.

"Shit," one of them mutters. "They've tampered with the towers. I have a general location but not an exact one. Keep her on the line."

"Can you step out?" He asks nervously, tears streaming down his face. "I don't want to hang up yet."

Namjoon almost comes out of his skin as he hears you gasp into the speaker, knowing you're being hurt. His fear is now mixed with rage as he clenches so hard his knuckles turn white. He's imagining how he'll rip the perpetrators alive for touching you.

"No, I can't," you whimper, your voice shaking. "I think I'm going to throw up again. I'll talk to you later."

"[Y/N] wai-"

He's cut off by the blank dial tone ringing mercilessly through your apartment.

"Did you find her?" Nanami asks through her tears, moving towards the laptop.

"No," the man grunts, running his fingers through his hair. "I have a general location. She's in the southernmost part of Seoul, but there's hundreds of buildings within the area. I have the police already heading that way but it'll be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Namjoon's head falls into his hands as he begins to quietly sob, Jin rubbing his hand over his back. "Let's not give up hope yet," he says softly. "We know she's alive and in Seoul."

"I'm going to replay the tape," the other man says. "She might've been giving us clues."

Namjoon's stomach churns as he's forced to listen to your voice again. He hates himself for how powerless he is.

"Her sentences aren't usually that choppy," Nanami says sternly. She's stopped crying and has become furious listening to your voice over and over again.

"She keeps talking about her phone," Jimin chimes in. "Is there something special about it?"

"Oh my god," Namjoon breathes out, working that high IQ. "She's telling us that tracking her phone is useless, we won't be able to find her that way. We're wasting our time."

"Does she have anything else on her that could be traced?" the investigator asks.

"Her watch!" Nanami jumps off the couch, scaring everyone. "I'm not sure but I think it's separate from her phone! She was bitching about the bill the other day."

Not even two seconds later one of the investigators is on the phone with your cell phone company, getting your information. The police are now crowded around them in awe of how fast they move. This team has more power than the government.

"Yes, yes. Thank you," the investigator says before hanging up, the two of them still furiously typing into their keyboard.

"I've got a signal!" The other one jumps up, causing the whole room to cheer. "She's in a parking garage next to an abandoned museum."

"She mentioned she broke her phone in a parking garage!" Jin exclaims.

Tears of relief stream down Namjoon's face as they all head for the police cars. He's so proud of you. They were only able to find you because of that phone call.

Mr. James speeds behind the police cars, driving just as fast as them all. It's probably pretty alarming to the pedestrians watching the police lead a limousine through traffic at 90 miles per hour.

Jimin's got Nanami's head resting against his shoulder, stroking her hand in his. Namjoon is leaned forward with his elbows against his thighs as Jin pats his back.

All Namjoon sees is red. He's scared, he's anxious, he's sad, but he's mostly boiling with rage. He has plenty of targets on his back but there's only one person he can think of that would do this to you. Only one person he has every intention of destroying.

The cops turn their sirens off as they get closer. The police chief had explained they want to enter silently so they can catch the perpetrators off guard; so they won't have time to run away. They're also worried they might kill you on the spot if they hear sirens. Namjoon opens the door to stumble out of the limo as soon as Mr. James pulls over. He's sprinting behind the police, all of them running as quietly as possible.

Everyone comes to a halt as your screams fill the parking garage, bouncing off the cement walls. "Don't touch me!" You cry out, screaming at the top of your lungs. "No!!!"

The noise makes Namjoon's skin crawl as they sprint silently up the stairs. There's only two officers that reach the floor before Namjoon, and they already have their guns pointed at the center of the floor. "Hands up!" they scream.

An officer has a grip on Namjoon's arm as his blood runs cold, frozen in place as he takes in the sight before him. You're stripped to your underwear, bleeding profusely as the two men quickly release you and put their hands up.

They're still fully clothed, not having touched you yet.

"Step away from the girl!" another officer yells from behind them. They're completely surrounded.

Namjoon's got his eyes glued to you, making sure to burn this into his memory. He's going to inflict the same amount of pain you're experiencing onto the person behind this tenfold.

The men slowly step away and your eyes flutter open, searching around the room. Your gaze lands on him, tears flowing down your face.

"Joon," you croak, trying to move towards him.

Namjoon rips free of the officer holding him back, sprinting towards you as the police arrest the other men. He throws his jacket over your body, getting on his knees in front of you as the officers cut the zip ties restraining you.

"I'm here baby," he exhales, tears streaming down his face as he clutches your knees, making sure to avoid your wounds. "You're okay now."

As soon as the police cut the zip ties you fall forward into his arms, sobbing into his chest. The police wrap a blanket around the two of you as you clutch onto his clothes for dear life, bawling your eyes out.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," Namjoon weeps, stroking your hair. "You're okay now. No one's ever going to touch you again, I'll make sure of it."

And Namjoon means every word of that.

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