PROTECT YOU FOREVER/ BTS/ NAMJOON

57. Voice

A/n: (warning: mention of panic attack)

And this chp is in continuation of the previous one.
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Namjoon's POV:

"Saanjh… ? "

She doesn't respond and shakes her head no still leaning down.

"Saanjh… oh shit… am so sorry. " She doesn't budge.

"I didn't mean to… am sorry… please listen. " I say. She just shakes her head no and I hear some sniffling. F*ck.

I get up from my seat and go to hers. I crouch to her and try to call her again.

"Saanjh, please mianhae*" (*am sorry) Why did I do this?

She places her hands on her face and sniffles into it. Please don't cry. I can't see you like this.

I place my hand on her knee, wrong move. She flinches and swats my hand away hurriedly.

"Please don't. " She murmurs. I realize she's hyperventilating. Shit.

I run my fingers through the hair and try to think of a way.

"Saanjh please listen, no one's here. You are safe here."

She just shakes her head again, and wraps her arms around her whole. "Don't touch me…"

"Saanjh listen… follow my voice… it's okay, you are safe. No will hurt you… am here alright. "

A couple notices us and the woman takes out a bottle of water and hands it over. I thank them and turn my attention back to Saanjh, whose body is now pulsating roughly.

"Keep talking to her, say something that would bring her mind off those things." The woman says again.

I just nod. "Stop… " Saanjh says, her voice full of fear.

"Saanjh you are in a bookstore, We were reading,.... Listen am here okay, no one will hurt you. " I say in short intervals. She just shakes her head and curls up more, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The woman takes out her headphones from her neck and sets something from her phone. She hands it to me and signs me to put it on Saanjh. I look at her confused at first, she returns a reassuring nod.

I carefully put it on Saanjh, she first tries to resist but calms a bit. She closes her eyes softly and stops thrashing around.

The woman smiles a bit and urges me to hold her hand. I debate it because touch would be the worse thing to do for Saanjh. After a minute I slowly slip my large hand into hers. She holds it tightly, digging her fingers into my skin, her knuckles turning pale. The woman carefully shifts her fingers so that her tips touch my vein to feel the pulse.

I notice Saanjh has stopped hyperventilating or even crying. She opens her eyes slowly. Her breathing comes down slowly. I get up still holding her hand and rub her back softly. Her trembling slows down but doesn't stop.

"He… " She tries to speak, but hiccups.

"Shh… " I say placing one finger on her lips. "Just listen to the music. " She nods still shaking a bit.

A few minutes pass and she calms down completely, but her hands still tremble slightly. She sits up straight and wipes off her cheeks. Her red eyes soften and she looks better now. The woman offers the bottle of water which Saanjh takes politely and takes a sip.

She takes off the headphones and hands it back. "Thank you" Saanjh murmurs to the woman. The woman smiles softly and then looks back at me. I bow to her. "Take care of her. " She says and leaves with her partner.