Counting The Stars||Taejin✔️

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Hello!!!
Hope you all are well!

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Jin stirred when he heard the knock on his door. Jin frowned when a few more knocks were heard.

He blinked his eyes open trying to make sense of where he was.

He was on the cold floor.

His eyes felt puffy and rubbed raw. His neck stung. And his heart and mind felt heavy.

Everything that happened before hit him in the chest, suffocating him. A lump built up in his throat, not helping the suffocation.

His hand crept up to his heart as he started breathing heavily, trying to get as much air as possible.

The lump did not dissolve nor did it break, it was just there in his throat, restricting air flow.

Jin still on the floor, leaned aginat the door and pulled his knees to himself till unable to breathe.

A few more knocks were heard.

He could not breathe. He was panting like he had run a marathon. The lack of oxygen making him light headed.

"Jinnie?"

Namjoon.

Jin clawed at his hair, trying to get rid of the anxious feeling. If he did not get air soon, he knew he would faint.

Everything around started fading, the edges of his vision blurring.

Suddenly, the lump in his throat broke, tears rising to his eyes and spilling out in steady streams, tracing his cheek to his chin before dropping on his knees.

Jin let out a sob as he finally took a gulp of air. He gulped down trying to not make any sound.

"Jinnie are you asleep?"

Jin bit his lip and tried to control his irregular breathing. His mind still reeling from what happened earlier.

"Jinnie?" A bit louder this time.

Jin gulped down another sob and steadied his voice.

"Yes?"

"Oh! Were you asleep?"

"Ah... Y-yes Hyung"

"Oh sorry, I came just now, but I wanted to see you. It's been so long"

Jin gulped again "I.. I'll be out in a second."

"Take your time, it's dinner time."

Jin nodded then realised Namjoon couldn't see him "Ok"

He took a deep breath once the footsteps disappeared.

He pressed a hand to the floor, supporting himself to stand. His limbs felt like jelly, barely supporting his form.

Once steady on his two feet, he took a step forward, wobbling a bit.

His suddenly felt dizzy. He grunted as he felt a pang of pain.

He did not know what he was feeling, but he hated it.

He managed to make it to the bathroom without falling.

Once there, he supported himself on the sink and looked into the mirror.

His face looked as messed up as his life.

His face was swollen. His eyes too were puffy and red. The cut on his lip was dark red standing prominently against his swollen pale lips.