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(The picture above is supposed to be Erin...okay? If you know who it is, don't say! I mean, if you want to, go ahead. I'm not judging XD)

ERIN'S POV

I got to work extra early today in hope of seeing (Y/N) or Jimin. But no. They weren't there! And they haven't been for almost 3weeks!

I stood at the front door, not daring to unlock the door that seemed to be begging me to open it. I leaned my body against the door, pressing my left cheek on the glass. Pulling out my phone, I dialed (Y/N)'s number.

"Come on...pick up, pick up, pick uuupp!,"I groaned loudly. I sighed in defeat as I heard it go to her voicemail.

If she's not answering, then Jimin definitely won't answer either. I shook my head, not knowing what else to do. I feel so helpless. I can't go to their house, can I? (Y/N) told me she has an alarm every time she leaves the house.

"Erin."

My head immediately raised up and whipped around to see familiar faces.

"Yoongi? Namjoon?,"I whispered, slowly walking towards them,"Any sign of them, yet?"

Yoongi and Namjoon have been working here since the day after the two hadn't shown up for work. With the knowledge that they both are related to Jimin, we all have been trying so hard to find him.

With (Y/N) and Jimin gone, we at least need some fill-ins until they return. Hopefully nothing bad happened to them.

"Ne,"Yoongi replied quickly,"We found out that Jimin usually updates where he is on his Twitter account..."

"And the last place he's been reads 'On a Mission',"Namjoon finished for Yoongi.

I crossed my arms as I huffed in disappointment,"Wow! That really helps!,"I cheered sarcastically.

Seeing that they actually believed me, I hit them with the truth. "No! We need specifics, you dummies!"

Aish...how do I manage to work with these pabos?!

JIMIN'S POV

"A-and this is the exit,"the girl, whose names was apparently Joy, told me nervously, skipping over one room.

"What's in here?,"I asked, pointing to the room.

"I-It's classified,"she stuttered. "If y-you would l-let me call h-him--"

"Joy, sweetie, your phone has already been confiscated by yours truly, and you know you're not getting it back,"I stared down at her, speaking with my most intimidating voice. "Now open the dang door."

Hesitantly, she reached her hand up to come in contact with a hologram keyboard. Surprisingly, her hand came into contact with it, and she began to type in a code, but she stopped.

"Um, this is kind of secret,"she whispered.

I turned around for about 3seconds. Me, being a bad little boy, craned my head to the side to catch a glimpse of the code: 1099.

I smiled, realizing the code was two-thirds of my birth date. Dad loves me so much.

The door slid open, revealing a long corridor with steel walls and a concrete floor. I didn't know some of these rooms were unfinished...or did dad not really care about them?

I heard faint screaming coming from above me, and Joy went crazy. "Sir! D-don't go up there! There's nothing--"

Before she could finish, I was already bolting up a long, winding staircase that led me to the victim.