Jin instantly went into panic mode, bombarding Jimin with questions upon questions of what might be the problem.
"What's wrong Jiminie??"
"Did you cut yourself on glass?"
"Did you trip?"
"Did Yoongi hurt you?"
"Did you hurt Yoongi??"
"DAMN IT JIMIN WHAT HAPPENED?!"
Jimin was crying quietly on the other end of the phone, and when Jin heard the small and barely audible sniffles, he immediately quieted down and said in a very soft voice, "Are you okay Chim?"
Hearing the gentle made Jimin feel a wave of relief, needing some bit of comfort. "Y-Yoongi i-is mi-missing J-Jin.," Jimin whispered, tears slipping down his soft cheeks without him knowing. "Maybe he was out Chim.," Jin replied quietly, thinking that there was a slight hand Jimin might be overreacting. But the worry still crept into Jin's brain slowly but surely, almost like mold with a plentiful breeding ground.
After hearing this Jimin explained about how the house was an utter cesspool, and told him that he had a vague flashback, and not to mention the time difference. Once Jimin finished, Jin was silent for a while, and then a voice cut in. "He might be back tonight Jim, just wait a bit." It was Namjoon. Jimin nodded, "Y-yeah I guess.." he whispered quietly. "Thanks, guys, I-I'm going to go call the others and see if they've seen him." Jimin sighed inaudibly, not knowing how to handle the situation. "Okay Chim, it'll be ok. Good luck." The two said forlornly.
Jimin then called up the rest of the group and expecting the same answer over and over. And with each "no" that was said, Jimin's hope for him returning dwindled little by little.
Jimin's last call was to the police,
"119, what's your emergency?"
"H-hi, my Fiancé went missing and hasn't returned yet.."
"Okay, sir, what's your address?"
"It's *****."
"Okay."