It was silent.

No one spoke, or made a sound, as Yoongi drove solemnly down the streets, candy colored lips pinched, and eyes narrowed, unbeknownst to the others, but constantly trying and failing to shove down the burning anger rising within him, and just focus on getting them there safely.

Jimin was almost catatonic in the backseat, his head on Jin's lap, legs curled up and resting on Namjoon's and Hobi's thighs, completely still, plump lips wobbling with barely contained cries, lashes closed over his cheeks tightly as he tried to imagine he was somewhere else, tried to keep his panic and his fear from spiraling out of control and tearing him apart from the inside out.

Jungkook and Tae shared a seat in the front, both glancing worriedly towards their distraught friend, squeezing each other's fingers, seeking reassurance.

Namjoon, Jin, and Hobi focused and trying to calm Jimin down, playing with his hair, drawing patterns over his back.

But they all knew that no matter what they did, this was going to be painful for him.

All they could do was hold his trembling hands, and be there.