Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Never Let Me Go

A/N: This is another request story. If you have a request for one, let me know and I'll write it as soon as I can :) Listen to Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine, It Will Rain by Bruno Mars, All of Me by John Legend, Fix You by Coldplay, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, and Skinny Love by Bon Iver if you want to get into the mindset I was in when I wrote this.

Jungkook

Oh no.  No, no, no.  Please don't let this happen.  Not right now.  Not here.

"Ji...Jimin...Jimin," I gasped out quietly as I reached out for the man next to me.  "Ji..."

It was too hot all of a sudden.  It was too crowded.  I couldn't do this.  I was a fool to think I could do this.  How could I be a dance major when I couldn't even stand in a room full of people, let alone perform in front of them?

I could feel my throat closing up.  Panic climbed up my body as I desperately tried to hide the tremors starting to wrack my body.  I felt the breath in my lungs starting to burn as tears stung behind my eyes.  Shallow pants started to replace my normal breathing. 

Please.  Please not here.  It's my first day.  How can I ever be successful if I can't even attend my first day of college classes without this happening?

"J...Jim...Jimin," I turned to him with wide eyes.  His were already landing on me as his hand gripped the one I had balled in the sleeve of his oversized sweater.

"Shhh.  Baby.  Don't worry.  I'm here.  Look into my eyes," Jimin soothed in a soft, hushed tone.  He scooted his chair closer to mine as he began to wrap my waist with his short, thin arms.  "I'm here, Jungkook.  Breathe with me."

I drew in a deep, shaky breath as my alarmed eyes stayed locked on only him.  His calm, sweet smile.  His ease.  His beauty.  His kindness.  My anchor.  As the waves of anxiety crashed over me, I held onto him as though he were the lighthouse in my darkness. 

My body started to calm as the exhaustion began to hit.  I collapsed into Jimin's shoulder as he pulled me tighter.  "Shhh.  No one even saw, sweetheart.  You're alright.  No one can hurt you.  Nothing will happen to you.  Not so long as I'm here.  I have you, okay?"

"Okay," I squeaked out.

Taehyung scoffed beside Jimin and I was flooded with shame and embarrassment.  I knew I was clingy sometimes.  I knew it had to be annoying.  I knew, also, that my angel of a boyfriend would never say as much.  I didn't want to be a burden on him like this.  I hated the fear that burrowed deep inside me and made a home there.

I'll be better for you one day, Jimin.  I promise.

Fuck.  Not again. 

"Jimin.  Jimin!" I felt the anxiety creep in like a toxic sludge swallowing me and pulling me under, drowning me in the thick, baseless terror. 

I heard his voice around the corner and was just about to run to him when I heard him speak.  "Yeah, I mean, it is hard to deal with sometimes, Taehyung, but he is by no means a burden.  You make it sound like he's some sort of energy leech or something.  It's not like that.  And I knew what I was getting into when I started dating him.  I knew he had anxiety.  I knew he would need me.  I still chose him, though."

I really am a burden.  I knew it.  Jimin deserves better than this.

"Jimin, be serious.  This is ridiculous.  I mean, he's probably somewhere freaking out because we're at the mall and he doesn't have a direct line of sight on you.  He practically hangs off you at all times.  Do you really like living like that?"