"Well, yes and no. When they found him, he was barely breathing, and his heart even stopped twice, but they were able to bring him back." Jungkook let out a breath.

 A loud, anguished sob from Jimin could be heard in the background, followed by a low shush and then a soft singing. The singing was nice, it even calmed you down. You don't remember Yoongi walking into the room, but you felt his hands as they pulled at your fingers, uncurling them from where your fists had been clenched. Small dots of blood appear from where your fingers had dug themselves into your palm.

Yoongis's low voice murmured to you, helping you up, one hand around your waist as he helped you across the hall to the bathroom. He pushed you down on the closed toilet lid, grabbing what he needed from the medicine cabinet to clean out the cuts on your hand. 

"It's ok, Mo. He's alive."

"B-bu... but h.... wrists." The tears just kept pouring out. All you could think about was how much pain he must have been in to do something like that. How hurt he had to be from what happened to him, what he did to you, how his parents treated him, how you treated him. "Oh god," you wailed, suddenly clinging onto Yoongi's arms. "I yelled at him. I called him a horrible person!"

"No Mo, don't do this to yourself. You didn't have all the facts when you said it, so you didn't know. For all you knew, he was a giant fuckboy. You couldn't have known what happened. And even if you did and had you been nice and forgiven him, I imagine he was in so much pain he still might have done this. Maybe not last night, it could have been a week from now, but he wouldn't have lasted much longer until he broke. You had nothing to do with this, do you hear me? Nothing!"

You didn't get a chance to answer back before you heard Joons voice from the doorway. "She's ok Jimin, I'm looking at her right now. You all can come over if you want, but she's ok I promise. Yoongi is taking care of her."

Hearing a whimper from the other end of the phone you finally spoke up, albeit shakily. "I'm ok Jimin I promise. But I would like it if you came over. We could keep each other company."

"Hear that, Jiminie? We're going to go see Mo, Joon, and Yoongi." A low, soothing voice said, the same voice that sang so prettily earlier. "We'll be over after a bit, guys. We're going to get Jimin cleaned up. The baby boy is a cute little mess right now."

"Hyuuuung, stop. I'm allowed to be a mess."

 Those words, finally spoken without breaking, were followed by a loud gross sniff. The look of disgust on your face caused Yoongi to giggle, his shoulders going up and down as he laughed. 

"Ew, hyung, go blow your nose. That was nasty." 

"Oh, hello, Tae. I didn't know you were there, too!" Joon commented, the surprise clear in his voice.

"It was kind of hard to talk with Jimin clinging to me like a koala. It wasn't even the type of clinging where he had his head buried in me; he had his arms wrapped around my head, not letting me pull away, and I was starting to suffocate with my head in his chest. Who knew dancing gave you such strong muscles?"

You couldn't help it; the loud laugh that sort of flew out of your mouth almost sounded like a dying seal, but it was enough to make Joon smile at you. 

"Ok you guys go clean up Jimin, we'll do the same with Mo. Just come over when you get done."

"We will, Joon, thank you." Jungkook hung up.

 The silence that took over the bathroom seemed louder than your sobbing had earlier.  You three just sort of stood there looking at each other, knowing you needed to get moving, but not quite being up for the task. Until Yoongi spoke up.

"Ok, Mo, in the shower. Joon, clean up any mess downstairs. I'll get Mo some comfy clothes. We'll talk about ordering pizza or something when the others get here. Chop-chop missy, I'm not above stripping you down and getting you in there myself."

"Ew, babe, no."

"Ew, Yoongi, no."

"Yep, you two are related." Standing up on his tippytoes Yoongi pressed a quick kiss to Namjoons lips, making Joons face go all red and dreamy before tugging him out of the bathroom and closing the door. "Shower, Mo!"