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Father hasn’t called.

My head was resting on one of the arm rest of the couch while my feet occupied the other. The pitter patter of the rain hadn’t resided since morning and it’s understandable for everyone to still be snoozing in their rooms. 

I held the flip phone over my face, staring blankly at the number on the screen. I waited for the small screen to go black before flipping it close, throwing it aside.  I sighed and mumbled to myself, “What’s he so busy with?”

I heard the sound of a door creaking open. I lazily rolled over to see who it was and my eyes landed on a groggy V closing the door behind him, still in his black pajamas. We locked eyes for a brief second, as some kind of greeting, before he staggered his way to the fridge fishing out leftovers.

It’s been a whole week since that whole fiasco with Cypher and I seemed to have adapted to my new routine in the apartment which turned out being quite domestic, given the kind of people I shared the place with. The first couple of days offered me everything on any bachelor’s menu, from Chinese take out to dry cereal, so I took it upon myself to drag Jimin along with me to the nearest grocery store for some actual food. The two boys were very much grateful—Jungkook was almost in tears tasting a home-cooked meal—but V wasn’t as expressive.  Ever since that conversation we had, we didn’t really talk much. The others could plainly see that he had built some kind of wall separating us from him, which Jimin explained was what he usually did when he got defensive.

I rolled my eyes when I heard that. Those kinds of sulkings don’t last that long.

I spent the next couple of days learning, educating myself on the know-hows and how-to’s related to the world of the underground. Jungkook was more than happy to explain to me how he handled his counterfeiting business, even throwing out tips on how to get through security for high class events. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him sneaking into many of the parties father had hosted in those fancy hotels. 

He was pretty adamant in making sure I took in all the information, too. He would quiz me in the middle of his talking, asking me the steps needed for a clean getaway and I would just tell him something I saw from a movie once. He would let out a disappointed sigh and it had the same effect on me as the time I failed my lecturer’s test. Needless to say those couple of days were brutal.

“Hey,” V said in his sleepy voice, almost making me jump. He had a bowl of yesterday’s fried rice in his arms, the true love of his life. “You should call ‘em,” he noted as he made his way back to his bedroom.

“What do you mean?”

“Call him. Right now,” his voice was a lot clearer that time, but his eyes were barely open so I didn’t know what to make of his little advice.

The door closed and I was once again by myself. I grabbed my phone, looking at it like it was a foreign object. Does he want me to call father? Or Namjoon? Do I even have Namjoon’s number? A quick scroll through my contacts proved that wasn’t the case. So okay, V all of a sudden wanted me to check on father. He probably thought I missed the man. Or maybe something had happened to him… 

Dammit.