Fake It...Easy, Right? [DISCONTINUED]

SIX

Yoongi's POV

My body felt sore and my mind was a bit hazy. I groaned quietly as I did my best to open my eyes, landing on the small boy next to me that was fast asleep still. I couldn't see much of him as he was holding me like his life depended on it, making it difficult to see anything but his face and shoulders.

It felt nice, I'll admit. For once. I noticed a warmth embracing me, not just body heat but...something else. I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked back up at the relaxed expression on the sleeping boy's face, that feeling coming on stronger, but gently at the same time.

My eyes widened as I realized what it was, in slight panic because this was too unnatural for me. I untangled myself from the little arms and rolled out of bed, perhaps too quickly and with a bit too much force, as when I ran to the bathroom, I could hear the small mumbles from behind me questioning what I was doing.

Before I knew it, I was sitting on the white tiles of the bathroom floor. The door locked shut to my left. Even if I focused on one solid color in the room, or closed my eyes even, everything was still so blurry and spinning around. My breathing was fast and I was shaking harshly. I've been through this a millon times, a panic attack. But this one was different, this one was like the one I had years ago, before I had even met Jimin and the others.

My eyes shut tight, I tried not to think about it, I tried not to remember. But it kept replaying in my mind over and over. Those words. Everything that happened. I couldn't forget no matter how hard I tried.

I shook my head and covered my ears, sobbing and mumbling words that were incoherent to myself. I barely felt the arms wrapping around me, things being said that I couldn't understand.

I wanted so dearly to get away, to run, to hide, to do anything. But I just gave up, how pathetic is that. The one thing I've trained myself for years to do, and now I was letting that go too.

I let myself fall too well into the arms holding me, it felt like hours before I finally calmed down and just laid there with wet cheeks and hiccups. Before long, I was asleep once again.

Jins POV

I heard running and yelling upstairs. I looked at the time and it was just about to be midnight, standing up and walking upstairs after telling the others I'd be right back. I walked to where the noise came from, Yoongi and I's room, knocking and soon I was met by Jimin.

"Is everything okay?" There was slight concern laced in my voice, but it was in right because I was worried.

Jimin shook his head and looked at the bathroom door, closed with light seeping under it, then back at me.

"Yoongi went in there a few minutes ago and hasn't come out, I tried to open it but he locked it and hasn't come out. And I heard heavy breathing and crying, I think he's having a-"

Before Jimin could finish, a sob came from the bathroom. I rushed over and knocked on the door, trying the handle a few times with no luck.

"Hey, Yoongi, I need you to open the door. Please? I wanna make sure you're okay. Can you hear me, Yoong?" I attempted to talk to the boy on the other side of the door, but I got no response. Even if he could hear me and chose to ignore me, I wouldn't let it go.

I ran out to the hall and to a desk, grabbing a spare key to all the doors in the house for emergencies, then ran back and opened the door. Stuffing the key in my pocket as I went to the boy curled up on the floor. Sitting by him and gently pulling him in, hugging him with a loving tightness and doing my best to calm him down.

"You're okay, it's okay. Breathe, sweetie. Everything's okay." I spoke to him in a quiet voice, not caring if Jimin or anyone else came in and is seeing or hearing what's happening. My priority was to calm Yoongi down, then check if he did anything to himself. I was surprised to feel him relax against me, when usually he'd fight even in worse situations.

Not even five minutes later, he calmed down fully and now just hiccups left him. His eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks tear stained, but that was okay as I knew he needed to cry. I gently pulled his arms one by one and checked them for any harm within the last hour, but there was nothing, and relief filled me for that part.

I picked him up and went to lay him on his bed, wiping his cheeks and covering him up so he could sleep peacefully. I sighed and turned, seeing Jimin was the only one in the room, everyone else probably didn't want to intervene as they know not to when I'm the one helping. I saw how Jimin's eyes were slightly red as well, staring at the boy on the bed and hugging himself before looking at me. I know he tried, but his smile couldn't hold any real happiness, it was obvious to me it hurt to see his hyung in the state he was in.

I gave a small smile back before looking down to think, back up before walking over and guiding Jimin out to the living room. Where I decided to cuddle him until he eventually fell asleep as well, shaking my head to the others as I could tell they wanted to question me. I mouthed for someone to go sleep with Yoongi to watch over him, just in case, as I had a sleeping Jimin. Willingly, Hoseok stood up and walked up the steps.

I sighed for what felt like the millionth time that night, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes as I thought of what to do, of what could help everyone. My thoughts soon lead to me falling fast asleep.

A/N
Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I know this is a more saddened one and focused on one thing purely, but the next one will be different. Have a good day/night lovelies ♡

Word Count: 1106