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𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘳. 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬?
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#. ✯ ~ Jeon Jungkook is a UST Medtech 4th year student who never experienced love until he randomly receives call...
blue it was gloomy, and uncertainty flooded over me, can I ever escape this?
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Jungkook
I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart racing and my mind in a fog. The room was still dark, the faint light of dawn barely filtering through the blinds. The weight of the past few days had finally caught up with me, and the overwhelming sense of despair washed over me like a wave.
I sat up in bed, clutching my head as the memories of the interviews played on a loop in my mind. The pain in their voices, the stories of loneliness, anxiety, and depression-it was all too much. My chest tightened, and it felt like I couldn't breathe. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I struggled to hold them back.
The room seemed to close in around me, the silence only amplifying the chaos in my head. I felt utterly alone, the burden of our project weighing heavily on my shoulders. I had taken on too much, and now it was breaking me.
In a desperate attempt to ground myself, I reached for my phone, my hands trembling as I scrolled through the contacts. I didn't know who to call, who could possibly understand what I was going through. My finger hovered over Indigo's name, hesitating for a moment before pressing the call button.
The phone rang twice before she answered, her voice filled with concern. "Kook? What's going on?"
I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. All that came out was a choked sob, and I could hear Indigo's sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line.
"Kook, are you okay? What's happening?" she asked urgently, her tone laced with worry.
"I... I don't know," I managed to say between gasps for air. "I can't... it's too much, Indigo. I can't handle it."
"Okay, okay, just breathe," she instructed, her voice soothing but firm. "I'm here. I'm with you. Take a deep breath, in and out, slowly."
I followed her instructions, focusing on her voice as I tried to regulate my breathing. It took a few minutes, but gradually the tightness in my chest began to ease, and I could feel the panic subsiding.
"That's it, Kook. You're doing great," Indigo said, her tone softening. "Talk to me. What's going on?"
I wiped my tears away, though my voice still trembled as I spoke. "It's just... all the stories, the pain. It's so much, Indigo. I feel like I'm drowning in it."
