𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

#.. SEVEN

"Okay, Seungmin.. Follow my lead, breathe with me. Slowly in.. Slowly out.." "No, fuck I can't! It hurts so much.. I am dying, Gunil. I can't!"
The door flung open as Hyeongjun and Jungsu immediately hurried inside towards the panicking boy, who was sitting on the floor and crying freely. "Take off his shirt, tight clothes make it harder to breathe" Jungsu ordered Gunil, who did what he was told immediately. Everyone was shocked to see his skin when his shirt was taken off; Bruises and scrathes all over his chest, which was lifting itself up and down in matters of not even a second.

Jungsu could think of what happened and why Seungmin couldn't breath. "Seungmin, I know it hurts.." Jungsu spoke carefully, caressing his shoulder, in order to comfort him. "But I promise, you'll feel better after properly breathing through. You can hold Hyeongjun's hand in the process of that, he'll support you, okay?" His soft voice halled inside Seungmin's head, not understanding the meaning behind them. The only thing that he was thinking of was him slowly suffocating and not getting enough air. As he was breathing quickly, he was feeling an insane amount of pain - It wouldn't be any different if he'd breathe regularly. Yet he felt how Hyeongjun grabbed his hand and smiled at him, trying to encourage him. "You got it", he whispered and caressed the back of his hand with his thumb.

So with the help of his friends he managed to calm down, still feeling like he didn't get enough air but at least he wasn't panicking anymore. His breaths were deep and long, and he slowly came back to his senses - He started to understand what he was told. "... 're so great. You did it.." Hyeongjun smiled and pressed his hand. Seungmin thanked Jungsu for his help and let himself fall backwards. "That's so exhausting.." he hissed. And everyone could believe him. "Why were you beaten up like that, though?" Gunil asked, still looking at the injuries on Seungmin's bare chest.

"I wrote a note to the newbie and Mrs Pae got mad.."