"Is that my...?", you mumble in disbelief.

You take a closer look and conclude that you are right. "It's my fucking phone." You instandly forget your pain and grab your phone. Did he really hide it in the shelf behind the bathroom mirror? Why?

You click the power button and it actually turns on. It still has battery. You limp back into the main room of Yoongi's apartment and try to think about what you need to do now.

You whisper to yourself: "I could call the police." But as you think about it further, you realize that it might draw too much attention, you still have no idea where Yoongi is or where he went. He might as well be still in the dorm.

You go to the apartment door and check if it's open. Nope, of course it's locked.

Then something on the drawer gets your attention. You walk towards it and when you stand right in front of it, you notice that it is Yoongi's wallet. You take it hesitantely and look inside.

"Damn.", you murmur in shock, "So much fucking money." Then an idea comes into your mind. You look up a number in your phone and as soon as you found it, you call it.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Key service Seoul, how may I help you?", you hear a man say from the phone. Your eyes widen in the moment someone picked the phone up and you just freeze, but then you realize that you have to act. "Uh yeah, Mrs. (L/N) here, uhm, I kinda locked myself in.", you lie.

"Sure, I need your address and I'll come as soon as possible.", the man from the key service reassures. "Uhm, yeah, I will send you my location. Call me again, when you arrive at the building, because it's a dorm.", you speak into the phone. "Okay, see you in a bit." You stutter: "T-thanks."

He hangs up and you send him your location. God bless GPS. You rebandage your wounds in the meantime and pack a small bag with some important stuff. Some clothes, some painkillers. Stuff like that.

You then change yourself into some jeans and a hoodie, hiding as much of your skin as possible. You put Yoongi's wallet into the pocket of your pants and in the moment you are done, your phone starts ringing.

You pick it up hesitantely and it's the man from the key service. You begin to explain him the way to your door.

After the man arrived at the door, he started to make a copy of the key to open it.

Click.

Your head instandly shoots up when you hear the sound. The door opens and you see a middle-aged man at the opposite. "All done.", he says proudly with a smile on his face, but his proud face quickly turns into a worried one when he sees you. "Miss, are you okay?", he asks seeing you with your crutches. You just nod your head and walk towards him.

You take out your, well Yoongi's, wallet and hand him a random amount of money. "Miss, that's too muc---" You just interrupt him: "I don't mind, but I really need to go now, I'm in a hurry." He gives you a weak smile and you just limp away with just your crutches, your bag, your phone, Yoongi's wallet and now, a copy of a key to Yoongi's apartment.

You finally leave the dorm of nightmares and inhale the fresh air of freedom. In the distance you see a taxi and instandly wave. The taxi pulls over and you get into the backseat.

"Where do y---" Before the driver could ask his routine question you interrupt him: "Incheon airport." The driver frowns slightly, but eventually nods.

As he starts to drive towards your destination, you take out your phone once more and call a number you haven't called in a long while.

"(Y/N)? Is that you? I haven't heard of you sinc--" You interrupt her by hectically speaking in English: "Listen Xhemile. I need your help. I can't really explain right now. There is this crazy stalker. I need to come to your place."

Silence.

"O-okay sure, how will you come here?", she asks worried. "Don't worry I got it. I'm trying to get the next plane to Egypt. I will call you again." She seems to be really confused, which is understandable, and so she just replies: "Okay..."

You hang up and sigh out loudly. You have never seen her in real life, but you have been Army friends, since forever. The last time you thought about her was when you found out that Yoongi, her bias wrecker, is your kidnapper now and how ironic it is. But Egypt, where she lives, should be far away enough from Yoongi. You are so lucky that she lives that far away.

"Sorry Miss, the flight is sold out.", the young receptionist says. You sigh in annoyance and get Yoongi's wallet out, receiving a weird look from the receptionist. You slam almost all the money that's left on the desk and raise an eyebrow. "How about now?" She doesn't react for a few seconds and just bluntly looks at the money. After a few seconds she finally replies:

"Enjoy your flight."

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A/N: Thanks for 15K reads guys! That's amazing!

And by the way, are you all stanning The Boyz already? This rookie group is amazing! 'Right here' is my jam!