Two Worlds | JIKOOK ✅

5.

JIMIN POV

"I need to be out there." I bellowed, immediately going back to my sobbing.

Dalsu was gone.

He hadn't just wandered off
and gotten lost.

He'd have heard them calling.

He might get lost in his head when he's discovered some
thing new but he always kept
his bearings.

He was not that child who wandered off in a store or anywhere else.

And that left the thing I
dreaded most.

Something horrible had happened to him and I was
going to lose him too.

And fuck it all, I couldn't even help look for him.

And I tried, falling down and gashing my head instead.

Thankfully, the officer let me
go with Joon to their doctor—
who called himself healer so probably a chiro or whatever
but he stitched me up and
there I was, eyes blurry, unable to take a full breath and my
head about to explode.

"Sweetie."

Jin wrapped his arms around
me, his beautiful little one
asleep in a Moses basket I
could see out of the corner
of my eye.

He was perfect and safe.

I needed my boy to be safe.

"We will find him."

I wanted to believe him.

I really did.

More than my next breath.

But something was wrong.

I could feel it.

Call it dad senses or what
have you.

It was like he'd disappeared.

The feeling slammed into me halfway down the road.

Run.

That word kept racing through my head and it wasn't even
my voice.

Was someone telling him to
run?

Was that what was happening?

I didn't give any credence to
the stupid supernatural shows
I tended to fall asleep to on nights I came home late and couldn't sleep.

Now? Now, I was beginning
to wonder.

Did those psychics really hear things?

Could I?

And what did that all mean?

I very much didn't want to
think what that meant.

"Joon has got this." Jin
insisted, his tone so sure.

Like he really believed it.