"Oh no, we made a mess. I'm so sorry, Yoongi-hyung." As Jimin came further in, it was easier to see the blood splattered up his white uniform. Jungkook cringed and flinched, hanging onto Yoongi as tight as he could. Why were there blood splatters like that up Jimin? Did he kill? He looked so tiny, so sweet, even he was a killer? Shit. He was so dead.

"We are, yeah. We have to find Yoongi, Jungkookie and Jin-hyung." Jimin counted on his fingers and then turned his head, raising his voice. "Hobi hyung! I found theeeeem!"

"Oh God." Jungkook thought he was going to be sick with fear. Jimin cooed softly and watched, sympathetic and worried.

"Poor boy. It's okay, Kookie. We won't kill you. Pinky swear!" He held out his little finger to Jungkook, wondering if he'd take it but he didn't make a move to. Disappointing.