Jungkook Hurtfics / BTS

School = my tears.

This story shows the fear of school . 

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding as the realization washed over me: another day of school. Another day of battling my greatest enemy—math. I lay in bed, my stomach churning with anxiety. I could already feel the nausea creeping in, the familiar tightness in my chest making it hard to breathe. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything but go to that place.

The sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow that did nothing to soothe my nerves. I dragged myself out of bed, each step feeling heavier than the last. The thought of walking into that classroom, facing those numbers and equations that mocked me, was enough to make me feel like I was going to be sick.

In the bathroom, I leaned over the sink, trying to calm myself. My reflection stared back at me with wide, panicked eyes. "You can do this, Jungkook," I whispered, but the words felt hollow. I splashed some cold water on my face, hoping it would help, but it only made me shiver.

Breakfast was a blur. The sight of food made my stomach turn, and I barely managed a few bites before giving up. I could hear the rest of the members talking in the kitchen, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. They were my brothers, my family, and I knew they wanted to help. But how could they understand this fear that consumed me?

Jin hyung looked up as I entered, his smile fading as he took in my pale face. "Jungkook, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, trying to force a smile. "Just... a little tired."

He didn't seem convinced, but he let it go. I appreciated that. Sometimes, the hardest thing was talking about it, admitting how terrified I was. The ride to school felt like a march to my own execution. The closer we got, the more my stomach twisted. By the time we arrived, I was on the verge of tears.

I barely made it through the gates before I had to duck into the bathroom. The nausea hit me like a wave, and I barely made it to the toilet before I was throwing up, my body wracked with heaves. Tears streamed down my face as I leaned against the cool tile, my whole body shaking.

"Jungkook?" Namjoon's voice was soft, concerned. He must have followed me. "Are you okay?"

I couldn't answer, my throat too tight. He sat down beside me, his hand on my back, offering silent support. I felt a little better with him there, but the dread of facing that classroom still loomed over me.

When the bell rang, I felt a fresh wave of panic. I wiped my face and forced myself to stand. Namjoon walked with me, his presence a small comfort. But as we got closer to the classroom, my breaths came quicker, shallower. I could feel the edges of a panic attack closing in.

I slipped into my seat at the back, hoping to go unnoticed. The teacher was already at the board, writing out a problem that looked like it was in a foreign language. My vision blurred, and I could feel my heart racing. My hands were clammy, and I tried to take deep breaths, but it felt like I was suffocating.

Halfway through the lesson, I couldn't take it anymore. The walls seemed to close in, the numbers on the board dancing mockingly. I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Everyone turned to look at me, their eyes like daggers.

"I need to go," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I didn't wait for the teacher's response. I bolted from the room, the panic overtaking me. I found refuge in the bathroom again, sinking to the floor as sobs wracked my body. I felt so weak, so ashamed. How could I face my fans, my friends, when I couldn't even handle a math class?

I lost track of time. Eventually, Jin found me, his eyes full of worry. He didn't ask questions, just helped me up and took me home. The car ride was silent, but his presence was comforting.