"I think I feel worse." Jungkook said as you helped him out of the car. You had arrived in the parking garage of the MIK building. He pushed you away, "No, no, I'm good. Unlike your driving." Jungkook grumbled and stumbled a bit as you guys proceeded to get in the elevator to the penthouse.

It was quiet.

You noticed Jungkook's eyes were closed and his hands were rubbing his temples. "I'm sorry." You confessed, rolling your eyes childishly and faced him. It's not your fault that you were a terrible driver and didn't really know how to drive. You've never had that much practice. He looked at you coldly, annoyed at how bad your driving was, but then his gaze softened slightly when he noticed your puppy dog eyes.

"Whatever. Just know that I'm always going to drive, even with a gunshot wound." He stifled a laugh and the elevator doors opened revealing the penthouse you guys lived in.

"Yah!" You stayed in the elevator and watched Jungkook stumble out and walk towards the stairs. You swallowed your pride, knowing you were the worst driver ever, and helped him. You wrapped your arm around Jungkook's torso and he flinched at the sudden contact.

He instantly relaxed when he realized you were just helping him and you noticed how shaky his hands were as he held onto the stair railings. Jungkook accepted your help and you guided him up the stairs and to his room.

You opened the door for him and he immediately fell onto the bed, wanting nothing more than to lay down in peace. He got into the covers and you helped pull them over his torso. Your forearm became mere inches away from his line of sight. That's when he caught notice of the crusty and dry blood on your arms. The small crescent moon wounds and light bruising from Hobi's grip was starting to leave its mark.

His eyes widened from his drowsiness and he grabbed your arm. You winced as he examined it closely. "What is this?!"

"Hobi oppa wouldn't let go of my arm when they were treating his leg. I didn't even realize it was bleeding but it explains why it hurt so much."

"Hyung is really strong if you didn't know." He said softly and you flinched when he touched the dried blood.

"Yah!" You yelled and slapped him playfully.

"I'm just seeing if your arm is okay!"

"By touching it? Pabo!"

He frowned again and looked up, getting a better look at you. He squinted closer to your face, "Did he also hit you?" Jungkook asked very seriously. You touched your cheeks and felt a bruise, instantly remembering everything that happened before the explosion. That man who set off the explosion, the one who hit me and gave me father's picture.

Hoseok's condition and your adrenaline in fear for his life made you prioritize him over yourself.

You lied, remembering that you couldn't tell any of the boys about that encounter, "Yeah, he accidentally hit me when he was thrashing around."

Jungkook sighed and took your chin in his hands, examining your cheek. "It doesn't hurt too much does it? I'm sure he didn't mean it." His thumbs brushed over your skin.

You smiled and scoffed, "Yes, yes I know oppa didn't mean it. I'm fine but you on the other hand are not. Get some rest Jungkook-ah I mean it." You held his wrists and pulled them away from you.

He conceded and closed his eyes, getting comfortable in his bed. Then a thought popped up in his head, "MiSun-ah, why don't you ever call me oppa?"

"Well I'm noona aren't I?" You asked playing dumb.

"No! I'm certainly older than you! Can't you see how much of a man I look like! I was born in 1997! Therefore you should be calling me oppa. It's disrespectful you know?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Jungkook," You faked gasped, "Oh I mean oppa. You're just so childish and bunny like I assumed I was noona."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'm your oppa so you better call me oppa. I'm going to sleep." You looked back at him and saw him grumbling to sleep. Since Jungkook was already falling asleep, you went to the closet and started to change. You took the shirt off and took out the uncomfortableness in your bra.

It was the picture of your father with the email on the back of it. You clutched your head and felt the bump from when he hit you. Quickly, you changed into random sweats and grabbed your laptop.

You decided to work in the upstairs living room.

You examined the picture of your father for a solid minute. He was looking away from the camera but it was definitely him. He looked dirty and like his clothes hadn't been changed in awhile. The hair on his head looked oily and blood stained his cheek and lip.

You couldn't stand looking at it anymore. You flipped the picture and saw the email. In sloppy handwriting it said

A flashback of what happened yesterday replayed in your head.

"Take this picture. There's an email on the back for you to contact us. I went through enough trouble to cause this distraction to give you this so don't even think about telling Bangtan." He gritted and spike lowly in your ear.

"Distraction?" You didn't understand at first until he mentioned the boys, "The explosion! J-Hope! Oh my-"

You couldn't help but think that you were the cause of this.

No.

You knew you were the cause of this.

Hoseok wouldn't have gotten hurt because the explosion was a diversion to get you alone. You didn't want any one else to get hurt so you had to do this alone. Your mind was made up. As much as you wanted to tell the guys, you couldn't. It was for their safety and for the sake of your father's health.

You got to work on your laptop. You easily hacked into the email within 2 minutes. It only took bypassing the failsafe security questions and restoration procedures. Once you were in, the inbox of the account only had one email. Your heart was racing as you clicked to open it.

Your heart dropped.

There was a live footage feed of your father sitting in his tied up chair. It was almost identical to the picture you were given. He was currently asleep but this live video had a new angle of whatever room he was in.

At the bottom of the live footage was in all caps: "YOU HAVE 200 HOURS TO FIND HIM." And a timer started just below it. The bright red numbers spiked your anxiety as the clock continued to tick and get closer to 0. You had less than 200 hours to find your father.

That's less than 9 days. You have to find him in 9 days without the help of the boys.

~~~

It was already the next night.

You had been working on your laptop nonstop trying to find your father. Running on no sleep from the previous night when J-Hope was injured, you had accidentally fallen asleep for 20 minutes.

A loud crash had awoken you abruptly. There seemed to be a commotion downstairs.

"Hyung, you can't keep doing this!" A voice sounding like Jimin's echoed from the area you were seated.

"Get off of me, Jimin!" Yoongi shouted and then you heard another loud crash from downstairs. Instinctively, you closed your laptop and ran down the stairs to where they were.

Upon entering the living room, you saw Jimin on the floor with one of the lamps broken on the floor. Jimin looked furious as he scrambled to get up and charged again at Yoongi. You watched in horror as the two boys started to swing at each other.

You ran to get in between the two. You got in the middle of the angry men and held your arms out in shock, trying to prevent them from getting too close to each other. Jungkook ran down the stairs as well followed by Taehyung and Seokjin running in from another side of the penthouse.

You pushed your forearms against both of their chests. They ignored your attempts and easily grabbed each other's collars from above your head. "What in the hell are you guys doing?!" You screamed as they continued to fight with you directly in-between them. They finally noticed the fear in your eyes from the violence but decided that it was a problem for later.

"This doesn't concern-" Yoongi said but was cut off by a harsh uppercut to his jaw by Jimin. Yoongi shoved you out of the way and you fell onto the floor.

Jungkook ran and hugged Yoongi to prevent him from fighting back and Seokjin pulled Jimin back.

"Hyung stop it!" Jungkook continued to hold his brother.

"Jimin-ssi! Get a hold of yourself!" Seokjin glared at his little brother.

Taehyung knelt next to you and helped you up. "Are you okay, MiSun-ah?" You stood up holding Taehyung's hands and nodded. He noticed the dried blood on your arm from when Hoseok's nails had a death grip on it last night. You still hadn't showered or changed, not allowing yourself to take a break with your father still a problem.

"Did this happen just now? Wait ... it looks old. What is this from?" Taehyung and the rest of the boys, except Jungkook, seemed confused. Their attention had been on you now, in fear that they could have caused that.

"No it was from Hobi oppa when Dr. Choi was operating on him. But that's not important right now. What just happened?" You said sadly and looked between the two boys.

Yoongi shoved Jungkook off of him and Jungkook went flying to the floor. He hit his head against the cushion of the couch but wasn't upset.

"Hyung calm down. What's wrong with you?! Jimin said while fighting off Seokjin. "You shouldn't get drunk and go look for those bastards on your own! Do you know how stupid that is?! You're acting like a child!"

Yoongi looked ready to blow up, but seeing as he was usually a calm person, he forced himself to hold back.He ran his fingers though his hair and went off. "What else was I supposed to do?"

There was a tense silence after his outburst. Yoongi clenched his fist, wanting to hit something or drink some more alcohol to get his head straight.

"I was there." He sat down defeated and placed his head in his hands. "I was there. Hobi almost died and there's nothing I can do about it! He should be fine I know b-but b-but ... I don't know... He doesn't deserve that and those sons of bitches deserve what's coming to them." He paused and sniffled when tears started to well up in his eyes.

"I just want to get back at them. I'm sorry Jimin-ah. Thank you for finding me and bringing me back here. I was just scared because what if Hobi was seriously hurt. What if that explosion killed him or something. I couldn't live with myself if he or any of you guys died. I just wanted to make sure any threat to us was eliminated. I can't lose you guys." Yoongi said softly and looked at you all. His gaze stopped at you, still upset at watching the whole fight.

"That includes you too MiSun. I-I didn't mean to push you." Yoongi finally stopped yelling. His voice softened, "You know what Hoseok was saying in the car last night, that's what I meant when we had our talk awhile ago." You only nodded and smiled in understanding.

Everyone softened at his sentiment.

"I'm sorry if we startled you, MiSun-ah. But aish, hyung. I know that you really care about all of us. But it's insanely stupid to be going out on your own. We'll find them together pabo. Just not now, you've drank too much." Jimin pulled Seokjin off of him.

Seokjin clapped, bringing the atmosphere to a lighter tone. "Okay okay you children. Hold hands and then hug it out."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "How about we go visit Hoseok-ah. Maybe he's awake by now."

Jimin nodded, "Mm. And we should relieve Namjoon hyung."

"Good idea. Misun-ah, please look into the explosion from last night." You gulped and nodded. This just meant more work for you.