BLINDED || MYG ✅

66.Clues

Your POV

"I don't think this is him," Jimin frowns at the note more closely. 

"It might be though," I say. "He might've gotten-"

"Eye surgery?" he lifts his brows. "Maybe. But think about the first note. That was the day we found him gone. Do you really think he got eye surgery that day and wrote the note the exact same day?"

My mouth gapes open but no words come out. 

"Plus, he's never written Hangul in his life either," he points out. "So it could've have been him."

My shoulders slump down and I lose the hope I had in me. I really thought he got the surgery. I really thought he was safe. "Then who?" I look up at him. 

He throws his hands in the air, "I don't know. But it's not him. It can't be him."

I stare at the mysterious box. Jimin's father is the police, so I can trust his instincts. The box is small, a rectangular shape. It's a bit flat, so not really a box. I fiddle with the ribbon. "Should I open it?"

"No!" he takes the box out of my hands and sets it carefully on the coffee table. "You don't know what's in there. It could be a bomb!"

I roll my eyes, "Park Jimin. Do you really think that?"

He looks straight into my eyes, "Yes." He says it with such a powering tone that I feel like I've been just scolded. 

"Alright," I say. I'm really worried now. I'm scared for him. Why can't the police just tell us? No. Why doesn't he want us to know? Want me to know?

These same thoughts have been circling through my mind every day, driving me insane. A person can go crazy when they're with someone they love. When that loved one is gone, the person goes even more crazy to the point where people might mistake you as a psycho and put you in a mental hospital. 

"Y/n," Jimin holds my hand his warm one. If it was him, my heart would've ripped out of my chest. But this, can't be compared with that. "Let's go eat first," he looks back and forth between my eyes. "You look like you'd need some."

I shake my head from side to side, "How can I eat when my boyfriend is missing?" My body starts to tremble again like the other days. 

He grips my shoulders, "Y/n, calm down. You cannot eat and stay in this apartment. You need to go out, get some fresh air." He sighs. I'm sure he's fine. He called in at the station. So we know he's alright."

But those words don't calm me down. They make me dizzier. Anxious. "Jimin, they could've fabricated into his voice."

He just shakes his head and pushes me out the door. "First, you need to eat." He gently takes my hand and we begin to head down the street where most food stands are. There was no food in the house so it never tempted me but now that I can see and smell it, my mouth starts to water. 

Jimin laughs, squeezing my hand, "You look like a lion who's been starved for days." I shove his arm but my arm feels weak like spaghetti. I feel a hand on my shoulder. "What do you want to eat?" 

I look around the busy place. I haven't been out in a while that my head starts to spin from the people, the noise... 

My eyes immediately land on lamb skewers. I try to tear my gaze away and he seems to have noticed. 

"Here, let's go get some real food," he leads me a different way. After a few steps though, he stops abruptly. 

"What's wrong?"

He turns his body around and faces me, "Y/n," he breathes out. I frown at this unusual behavior. It's like he's seen a ghost or something. "See that bench over there?" his eyes flicker behind my shoulder. 

I turn around before facing him again, "Yeah. But why-"

"I want you to go over there," he says through gritted teeth. "Don't look or talk to me." He gives me a push but I almost fall from my weak state. not even giving me a chance to clarify what's happening. But I do what he says. I sit down on the bench and take out my phone, which hasn't been turned on since that day. 

I'm so confused. He said not to look even. So what do I do?

"Hyung? What are you doing here?" I hear Jimin ask someone. I lift my head a little from curiosity so I could at least see his feet. 

"Just running errands for music producers and stuff. Our company is getting busier now too," the guy answers. His voice is familiar. I've heard it somewhere. "How 'bout you?"