"Hello? Whoever this is stop calling or I will report this as spam"
"Jungkook it's me Taehyung"
"Taehyung? How do you have this number?"
"I found a phone here and tried to call the last person that they called, and it ended up being you. It was totally unexpected"
"Where are you?"
"I stayed exactly where I was when my tracker stopped"
"I know I'm literally a minute away"
"Please come quick this place is rather sketchy and I can't find '#' anywhere"
"So tell me where are they?"
"Where? What? Who are you talking about?"
"Taehyung and the others where are they, who are you to know our confidential information?"
"How did you know?"
"You said you somehow ended up calling me when you knew who you were calling. You already assumed it was me because you knew. And also if it wasn't your phone, how did you get into it to call the last person which the 'owner' called. If it was Taehyung, he would have called our number since he knows it"
"Come to the location"

*the call has been declined*

"We're here" said Namjoon as I yanked my head back up as soon as I heard it.
"We are?"

It feel too sketchy, this place.

"Let's go I guess?"

We walked all the way to where Taehyung was but as I expected he was gone. Taehyung mentioned something about a computer, can it be a clue?

"Let's go find a computer"
"Oh right"

The longer we searched, more hope was lost. Could it be hidden? But at that moment, all I could think of is calling that number. What if it knows, but it will not tell him until I call them again? So I took my phone out, and called.

"What are you doing?"

"Hello?"
"You called"
"Please tell me where they are"
"You sound like I have taken them"
"You know don't you, give me a clue"
"The stairs, go up and look in the corner, that should be enough"

*the call has been declined*

"The stairs! Have you checked them yet?"
"What was that? Anyway, no"
"Why not?"
"I... don't know, it just feels like I shouldn't go there"
"Let's go there then"

As we walked up the stairs, we noticed drops of blood. Scared, we run up faster... ready to see what it is. Not realising that we were lying to ourselves. And then, the result to all the events that had happened when we got involved. What I thought was the finishing touch. It was a dead body.