You walk into the door of your home “jimin I’m home!” You call and set your bags down. You see two pills on the counter…. Jimin didn’t take his Schizophrenia meds.. “oh no.” Tou sprint everywhere “JIMIN!? JIMIN BABY WHERE ARE YOU!?” You suddenly hear soft crying from a cabinet and open it seeing his body in a tiny ball small enough to fit in the cabinet…