After a thorough inspection of his house, the police left and went to send out warnings on apps and posters around the city. But the police knew it was hopeless finding somebody in the city, buy they didn't want to break it to the already grief stricken boy that his Fiancé either was dead or didn't want to be found.
When night fell, Jimin surrounded himself in the thickest blankets he could find in the house that smelled of Yoongi's scent. He sat on the couch and put something random on the tv. He paid no mind to what was happening, except for the ever present feeling of sorrow and guilt. Jimin's eyes were trained on the door, hoping for any sign of a knock or shuffle. He stayed like that until 2 a.m, when exhaustion finally shut his blood shot eyes.
But right as he fell asleep, he didn't hear the familiar ringtone of somebody texting him.
Bogo Shipda,
Bogo Shipda...
Sorry for making you wait 💜
YOU ARE READING
Serendipity
Fanfiction{Third in the Epiphany Trilogy} In which Yoongi is a fanboy of a group called BTS.
