Nineteen

2K 138 34
                                    

Taehyung

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Taehyung

My phone starts ringing and I pick it up. The caller ID shows that it's a private number and I hesitate before answering it. I hold the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello, Taehyung. It's nice to hear your voice again after all these years," The guy's voice sounds familiar but I can't remember where I've heard it from.

"Do I know you?" I ask, if he knows my name then I should know who he is.

"You should know who I am," He says, laughing. I know I've heard it before. "How could you forget your own father?"

I freeze. Now I remember where I've heard his voice before, He sounds just like he used to.

"What do you want?" I ask in a harsh tone. He hasn't spoken to me in 6 years. I thought he was dead. I hoped he was dead. He laughs again. I hate it.

"Have you been looking for your little friend?" He asks and I think of Jungkook, he's been gone for a few days. "The one you ran off with before I could kill you,"

"What did you do to him?" I yell. If he's crazy enough to murder someone once he'll do it again. I can't let Jungkook die because of me.

"Don't worry. He's still alive," My father- if you could call him that, chuckles again. "For now,"

"You better not hurt him."

"I won't," He says. "As long as you make a deal with me,"

"Ok," I sigh and I can feel him smile through the phone. "What's the deal?" I would do anything for Jungkook's safety.

"Just meet me in a week, I'll text you the address. I'll let him go if you replace him."

"Alright," I agree. "I'll do it,"

"Good choice. I'll see you in a week,"

My father hangs up after saying that and my phone falls out of my now shaking hands. I sit down on my bed and put my head in my hands.

I think about what I have to do. I have to save Jungkook, but I also have to survive. I know if I go there, he'll kill me, or at least try to.

I pick up my phone with shaky hands and dial the only number I can think of, knowing that he'll still be awake due to the long hours he spends at the studio during the night.

I press the call button and the phone rings for a minute before they pick up.

"Hello?"

"H-Hyung. My father's back"

Daybreak   ⚣ 「k.th   p.jm」Where stories live. Discover now