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Chapter 6 (Chuseok Disaster)

Chuseok is the Thanksgiving celebration in Korea

Y/n's POV
I have been dreading this holiday for a while. Because I have PTSD, I can't handle loud noises. Even if I know that it's coming, I still jump. My boss is aware of this and allows me to stay at home during holiday celebrations.

Unfortunately Namjoon doesn't know this, and he has envites me to spend the holiday with him. I wanted to dress up and look nice. He said that his friends would also be at his apartment with us. I was so nervous. I knew my social anxiety was going to act up. I started to get ready.

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I just finished getting ready and I was so nervous. My hands were shaking but I knew how to hide it. I slowly made my way out of my apartment with a bottle of red wine as a gift. I knock on the door and Namjoon opens it.

"Woah" he said with widened eyes. I could feel myself blushing. I tried to change the topic of my attire.

"I brought wine!" I said happily. He invited me inside and took the wine while thanking me. I just smiled and stood awkwardly. He brought me to the living room where I saw his friends. It was the rest of BTS. Namjoon introduced me. My brain wasn't forming words due to my anxiety.

I slightly smiled and bowed to them. They then began introducing themselves to me. Then Yoongi spoke, "I get why you can't stop thinking about her" Namjoon and I both blush. If only he knew that I couldn't stop thinking about him either. The other boys just looked really confused.

Eventually we started eating. They started asking me questions like, "So how did you meet Namjoon?", "Are you guys dating?", "Should I call you noona or Y/n?", "What is your profession?" My eyes widened and I gulped. I tried to tell them, but it all came out as stutters. Namjoon put his hand on mine and started answering their question. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in.

Soon I spaced out into my own head. I unfortunately was having a flashback of my father screaming at me. I unconsciously started crying. Namjoon shook me a little pulling me out of my trance. "Y/n are you okay?" he tried to be quiet but everyone's eyes were already on me.

"Um... where is your restroom?"

"Down that hall. First door on the left."

I thanked him and locked myself in. I fixed my makeup and put a fake smile on my face. I walked out and they went silent. "So what are y'all talking about" I said smiling

"How amazing this wine is. Namjoon said you picked it." Yoongi said. I was grateful that he changed the subject.

"Yeah. It's one of my favorites"

Dinner quickly ended and we all started migrating to the living area. Music started playing from Namjoon's stereo and everyone was laughing. Then...

BOOM

I jumped and gasped at the same time. I looked outside and saw fireworks. They all went to Namjoon's window for a better view. I quietly walked to the bathroom and covered my ears with a towel that was hanging out. I was so overwhelmed that I started crying. I hadn't even realized that Yoongi saw me.

Yoongi's POV
I looked around and saw all of the guys watching the fireworks. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Y/n walking away. I looked over at Namjoon and he had noticed too. He followed Y/n and I went to get a cup of water. I knew that something was up when she was crying at dinner. She couldn't hear us calling her name. She was just staring at her plate with tears streaming down her face. She was also stuttering a lot when trying to answer everyone's questions. I put the pieces together and knew it was anxiety and PTSD. When she left the fireworks, I assumed it was a panic attack.

When I got to the bathroom, she was curled up in a ball crying. "Do you think I should take her to my room?" Joon asked.
"Yeah. I'll turn the music up so the boys don't hear anything. I'll make some random excuse for why y'all aren't out there. And don't worry, they won't think that anything is happening 😏"

"Thank you"