The sun had set by the time Yoongi arrived at his apartment, thanking whatever gods were listening that his complex had an elevator as well as stairs. He was also grateful they didn't encounter any of the other residents as they surely would have raised an eyebrow at the sight before them. Jimin sat in a supermarket trolley with a large blanket draped over his tail and around his chest. After a lot of brainstorming, surprisingly it was Taehyung who had come up with the idea to push Jimin around in a trolley. When they reached Yoongi's small apartment, he awkwardly unlocked the door and pushed Jimin in.

"I know it's not huge or glamorous or anything, but its home. I hope you don't mind staying in a bathtub for a couple of days." Yoongi looked at the merman, Jimin was looking around the room in wonderment. When he noticed Yoongi staring at him a red flush covered his rosy cheeks and ears. "I've never seen anything like this before it's so amazing. I always wanted to venture close to the shore to see what all the fuss is about. Sometimes I saw boats but only in the distance because..." Jimin clamped his mouth shut and looked down at the soft white carpet covering the floorboards. He had started rambling again, he tended to talk excessively whenever her got nervous or embarrassed.

"Umm, well I guess I should run the bath so you have somewhere slightly more comfortable to sit."

"Thank You."

Yoongi walked into his bathroom and began to fill the bathtub. It wasn't huge but Jimin would probably fit he was pretty small after all. As water poured into the white tub he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked exhausted. What the hell was he doing, looking after a merman. Jimin was an incredible discovery and Yoongi understood that if some of the greedier scientist got wind of his discovery he would end up on an operating table and then stuffed in a museum. He understood that but why his place. He was bad enough at communicating with other scientists and acquaintances and now he was expected to babysit this man who he didn't know and wasn't even human. He sighed and turned the tap off, he couldn't back out now he had promised Namjoon to look after him.

"Hey Jimin" he called "Do you need salt in the water?" He had assumed that he would have to so he bought a bag of salt from the lab back with him, but figured it best to double check with Jimin.

"If that's not too much trouble, I'm sorry for inconveniencing you like this Yoongi-ssi."

"Drop the honorifics, just call me Yoongi, hyung or whatever."

"Okay, thanks hyung."

Yoongi blushed at Jimins words. He felt a warmth spread throughout his chest. He grabbed the bag of salt off the bench, shooting the tailed man a small smile as he past. It was returned with a huge smile that stretched all the way up to his eyes turning them into crescents. He couldn't help but notice the way Jimins face lit up when he smiled. He looked like an angel, albeit a fishtailed one. He knew his bathtub held about 80 litres when full and that to recreate an ocean like environment it required around 35 grams of salt per litre. Okay so 35 times 80 was 2,800, he needed 2.8 kilos of salt. Thank fuck he thought ahead.

Once he had finished dissolving the salt, he proceeded to push Jimin into the bathroom. Right this was going to be awkward, he would have to lift Jimin out of the cart and lower him into the tub. This would be quite the feat considering Yoongi really wasn't that much taller than Jimin and he was never the strongest or most athletic person. "Sorry I'm going to have to lift you out." Jimin shifted in the cart so most of his tail was hanging out as much at it could. Yoongi slipped his arms underneath Jimins' arms, slowly lifting him up and over the edge of the trolley. Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck clinging on in fear. He wasn't used to this strange feeling of weightlessness around him without the comforting presence of water blanketing over him. Yoongi manoeuvred the two of them so Jimin was pressed flush against his chest. He decided it would be easiest to slowly lower both of them, so he could sit on the edge of bath and then swivel Jimin around into the water. He slowly began to lower himself onto the edge, gradually taking on more of the merman's weight as he leaned into Yoongi, arms still around his neck. When Jimin completely left the trolley, he jolted forward a little. Yoongi felt himself drop to the edge of the bath, except he was leaning too far back and the momentum of Jimin leaning onto him caused him to fall back into the bathtub, pulling Jimin down with him.

A sickening crack resonated throughout the bathroom and red began to swirl in the bathwater. Yoongi felt a sharp pain as the back of his head connected with the rim. His head slowly slipped further and further until it was almost beneath the surface. He could see Jimin on top of him, hands cradling his head lifting it above the water. He looked to Jimin, still held in his arms, and realised that he wouldn't mind getting used to this. Slowly everything started turning hazy and an inky blackness was creeping in from the corner of his eyes. The last thing he saw was a beautiful silver-haired angel with puffy eyes talking but he couldn't hear what was being said.

As soon as Jimin heard the crack and saw the blood he knew something was very wrong. He panicked. He was never good in situations of pressure and knew nothing about human medicines. As he saw Yoongi's head slip under he knew he had to do something. Jimin lifted his head back into the air and flipped them around so Yoongi was floating on top of him. He pushed Yoongi out of the tub and onto the bath mat, rolling him onto his back. Jimin knew he had to get help for the unconscious man but he had no idea how. He knew very little about human technology and there was no way he would be able to drag himself to find help. Not to mention what he feared may happen if anyone saw him. He hovered over Yoongi. He looked so pale and small, lying their soaking wet, eyes shut. He was breathing but it looked to be shallow as far as Jimin could tell. He decided he had to do something. He wasn't about to let him die. He started to drag his tail along the floor as he made his way into the central room of the apartment looking for something that could help.

After about 20 minutes of dragging his body on the floor looking for something and checking on Yoongi to make sure he was breathing a ringing sound startled him. It was emanating from a bag that Yoongi had dropped by the table earlier. He opened the bag and found a large silver rectangle brightly lit displaying the name Hoseok. He had no idea what to do, it was still ringing and it was beginning to hurt his head. His fingers brushed past the bright green circle and he could hear a voice start talking from the device.

"Help! Please, Yoongi is hurt and I don't know what to do. Please come quickly he needs help."

Jimin was spluttering and crying into the silver device, and after a moment of silence the voice on the other end replied.

"I'll be right over."