"friends" - a yoonmin ff ENG

panic attack

They gave me 10 days. 10 fucking days to finish a track I only heard once. To say I'm more than horrified would be an understatement. Aish! I'm almost shitting my pants!

Fuck, dude, I'm messing with Mr. Kim's track! If anyone ever dared to touch one of my creations, I would jump right in their face. 

Seriously, how am I supposed to build up the courage to walk into the library I'm standing right in front of? I just can't bring myself to push down the handle. Mr. Kim is the most crazy yet amazing teacher I've ever met and I respect him bigtime! How am I gonna tell him that I'm gonna be the one editing his already self-produced track?! Fuck, I simply can't! 

My whole body starts to shake. I let go of the handle as I feel my heart beat at its max, my lungs yearn for more air and cold sweat forms on my temples. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!!!! I can't do this!

The door to the library suddenly bursts open and reveal his beautiful brown eyes staring right into mine. Him being none other than Jimin.

Without hesitation he grabs a hold of my shoulders and gives me a concerned look. 
"Panic attack", I yelp... well... in panic.

"Shit, hyung! How can I help?!"

I can't seem to say anything, my legs just give in and I cower on the floor, shaking like a madman. I can't even think straight. I can't breathe. I need to breathe. Why is it so hard to breathe?! Oh god! Oh god, I'm gonna die! 

Suddenly I feel two hands holding my head in a firm grip. Two fear-filled eyes burn themselves into mine when I remember that those are Jimin's. No! Nonononono! He's not supposed to be scared! 

"Yoongi, look at me."

I try to keep my eyes locked with his but my chest just hurts. It hurts so bad. Tears threaten to fall when I gasp and shut them close in pain. 

"Yoongi. Look. At. Me."

Again, I lift my eyes to search for help. My tears already running down my cheeks.

"Breathe."

I blink.

"Breeathe."

Okay, you can do this. 

"In."

I try to breathe in.

"Out."

I try to breathe out. It's shaky but I can manage.

"Again. In."

In.

"And out."

Out. 

I keep following suit. In and out. In and out. 

"You're doing great. Keep going. In and out."

It feels like forever, but at some point I can breathe without his guidance. My chest rises and falls without me trying. It also doesn't hurt anymore. Jimin lets go of my head, now gently caressing both of my upper arms. He's smiling and my breath hitches once I realize that he freaking saved me right then and there. 

"You okay now?"

I take another deep breath and nod, my eyes never leaving his. 

"Yeah... thank you."

He shakes his head and looks down at the floor.

"Jimin."

His eyes shoot up again.

"Thank you. I mean it."

He just stares at me for a while before suddenly turning away and blushing. God, how much I'd love to kiss those cute red cheeks. Wait... what?

A moment later, he holds onto my shoulders and helps me to get up while asking me what that was all about.

"Panic attack."
"Yeah, I was there. But why?"
"Uhm... the.. the track. I feel as if I'd steal it from Mr. Kim."

 Not even a moment later, Jimin bursts out laughing. The hell..?

"Hyuuung! No need to stress yourself over that! Namjoon is a perfectionist. If someone has an idea for his songs to improve and get even better, he'd gladly take their advice, I swear!"

I want to believe him, really. But I just can't. I am a perfectionist, too, and if anybody even dared to criticize a song I wrote and produced, I'd smack them to the moon and back. 

Well, but I can't back out now. Plus, Jimin has my back... right? 

So I close my eyes for a second before breathing out audibly and grabbing the handle once again.