Jimin burst into his room, expecting Jungkook to be engulfed in the grogginess of slumber, wrapped in the comfort of the quilt to the edge of the rumpled bed.

But it was empty.

The bed was rumpled as if he had gone out to get something from the fridge. He had tears in his eyes after seeing an image of Jungkook a few minutes ago.

"Hyung, Jin Hyung!" he screamed as he dashed out of his room to find the elder. He discovered him in the living room, engrossed in a cooking show.

Jimin called out to him, "Hyung..."

"What is it, Jimin?" The male turned his attention to him, wiping sleep from his eyes and blinking like an owl.

"Where is Jungkook, Hyung?" Jimin inquired.

"I thought he went to the party with you?" Jin said, frowning.

"What exactly are you talking about, Hyung? He wasn't invited to the party, and he's not much of a party animal, to begin with," Jimin mumbled, becoming more agitated.

"....he left a few seconds after you, and when I inquired, he said he was going to a party," Jin said, trying to recall his previous conversation with Jungkook.

"We'll have to notify the police right away," Jimin said as he grabbed his phone and prepared to dial the station.

"Chim, if he doesn't return home in a couple of hours, we'll call the cops. Can you wait that long?" Jin suggested, attempting to calm him down.

****

Jimin woke up in his room, unable to recall how long he had been crying.

'Jungkook was already dead, and looking for him will not help. He'll be labeled as another runaway, but he deserves better,' Jimin thought, looking for more clues.

The muffled sounds of a deep voice called to him, drawing him into a quick spring towards his pleading cry for help.

He walked over to the restroom and turned the knob to enter. As he took in his surroundings, the screaming stopped. Bloodstains adorned the tub's edges, and the bathtub was overflowing with blood. A figure lay sprawled, covered in blood from head to toe.

"H-hello?" Jimin murmured, his breath becoming shallow as he approached the tub. To his surprise, the figure turned his head to face him. His mouth opened as if to speak.

Suddenly, however, he was struck by a voice coming from behind him, and its tone was so weak and quiet, "SAVE ME!"

His gaze returned to the empty bathtub. His heart was pounding against his chest as he reached for the faucets to close it. He gasped suddenly as a hand lurched forward, tightly wrapping around his arms and pulling him into the bathtub.

****

Jimin woke to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant invading his nostrils. Aside from his heavy breathing and the beep-beep sound that is commonly heard in hospitals to indicate that he was alive, the room was silent. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting to sharpen the blurred images in front of him. He took in the deserted blue and white color-schemed hospital bedroom by glancing around. 

'How long have I been here?' 

He closed his eyes, trying to recall what had happened. Then it hit him.

The boy in the bathtub.

Jin's eyes welled up with tears as he gazed at the boy in the hospital bed, "Ji-Jiminaah..." he whimpered as he sprung up to the side of Jimin's hospital bed, completely ignoring the officer he was speaking to.

"I failed to be your Hyung," Jin said, hugging him even tighter as the familiar scent of strawberry shampoo permeated his senses, "P-Please don't leave us again..."

Jimin was perplexed as to what he was talking about, "What are you talking about, Hyung?"

"Y-You tried to drown yourself in the bathtub."

"Did you call the cops?" mumbled Jimin.

"I'm right here," Jimin yelped as he heard the chair scrape along with an unfamiliar voice.

Turning to his right, Jimin noticed a young man who appeared to be no more than twenty years old.

"Excuse me," the officer turned to Jin, "I need to speak with him in private." 

After a few minutes of Jin's Hyung love, he exited the room as the officer requested.

"Hi," he extended his hand to Jimin, "My name is Min Yoongi."