𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

↳ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ [ʙᴀᴅ]

Warning: This might be triggering for some as it mentions death of a child. I suggest you skip if it makes you uncomfortable or triggers you in any way.

You can play the song above if you want to help set the mood. :(

(Long and a lot of time skips)

Jimin's legs bouncing anxiously in anticipation as he nervously chews on his thumbnail and his eyes dart back and forth from his cellphone on the coffee table to the front door, praying that he'll either get a call from the police that his son has been found or his husband will walk through the door with M/N sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Of course, thinking realistically, a pretty, healthy four-year-old boy weighing less than half a bag of sugar and barely tall enough to reach the middle of Jimin's thighs isn't going to last long out there by himself. Some sick fucks hiding themselves in the shadows are just dying to get their hands on a kid like M/N for their own macabre fantasies, and the mere thought of his baby being violated or hurt or worse by one of them makes his stomach churn.

The world, unfortunately, was a cruel place to be in, but you often forget unless—God forbid—something like this happens to you.

Jimin didn't want to be reminded.

'Please,' Jimin prays, his head falling into his hands, 'please let my baby be okay. Please...'

Jimin wishes and hopes for his child's safe return and the male is certain that he's never wanted anything more in his entire life. But, deep down, Jimin feels a bubbling sense of foreboding in his gut that he doesn't like. At all.

It was odd how just this morning Jimin had kissed M/N on the cheek right before he walked into the elementary school doors with a smile so big it was almost blinding, and now?

He has no idea where his son is.

Jimin startles at the sound of his ringtone and scrambles to answer the phone without checking the caller ID, nearly dropping it in the process.

"Hello? Did you find M/N? Is he okay?" The questions come out in a single breath and Jimin runs a hand through his unruly mane.

A sigh comes through on the other line and the defeated voice of Jimin's husband follows.

"No. I'm guessing nothing from the police, then?"

Jimin's shoulders droop and his eyes sting with the build-up of tears.

"No... I haven't gotten another call in hours. What if—" Jimin sniffles, holding back a sob.

"...What if what?" Taehyung slowly inquires, sounding almost too afraid to even have asked the question.

"What if...what if they never find him? What if we never get him back? What if—"

"Don't say that," Taehyung suddenly snaps and Jimin's next set of words catches in his throat.

A silence passes over the two, the married couple too afraid to breathe at the risk of setting the other one off, one a sniveling mess and the other one unpredictable. Taehyung was never one to be outright angry; opting to just keep his mouth shut and sit on the side with his eyes glaring at the wall and his tongue in his cheek, so it's a shock to Jimin to hear him being nearly yelled at.