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breaking point

Wooyoung felt trapped, sufficated, his chest tight, and he couldn't breathe. Not even one bit, and it annoyed him too much that he let out a few couch, waking Mingi, who was asleep on the top bunk. Despite being a light sleeper, he always woke up at any sound, some nights. Not always. Mingi climbed down and took the water bottle, and held it out for Wooyoung to take.

"Thanks," Wooyoung gasped. He took a few sips, trying to regulate his breathing.

"You good? Is it another anxiety attack?" Mingi asked softly, now sitting next to the younger and rubbing his back. Trying to provide comfort, he knew how anxiety attacks felt, and it wasn't pretty at all. Wooyoung nodded slightly. He gasped for breathing again but still couldn't do it. It got more suffocating, and he teared up involuntarily.

"Calm down, I know it's hard, but you can do it. Take a deep breath for me," Mingi said, voice soft and caring as usual. Whenever Wooyoung panicked, he got softer than usual, and the younger was grateful for that.

Wooyoung nodded in response. He took a few deep breaths despite the tears falling down his cheeks, Mingi wiped the tears with thumb and kissed his forehead. Whispering comforting words to help him get over the panic. Wooyoung took a few sips of water. He felt even more sufficated and coughed again. It sounded wetter than before because of water but better than his throat being dry.

"I- I'm ok," he rasped after another few minutes of deep breaths. The grip he had on Mingi's shirt loosening slightly.

"That's good. Drink some more. Are you sick?" Mingi asked. He checked his forehead with his big hand.

"No - just overthinking," Wooyoung whispered. Drinking some more water to calm down. "I'm ok now," he added. Voice weak and groggy, which made Mingi worried even more.

Mingi rubbed his back in circles for a bit until Wooyoung's eye lids got heavier, and he fell asleep, leaning on the tallers side. Mingi laid him down slowly, puffing his pillow and pulling the blanket up. He placed a kiss on Wooyoung's forehead.

"Rest now, it's the weekend tomorrow,"

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Wooyoung woke up with a sore throat and a bad headache, a really bad one. Maybe he was really sick considering sickness didn't bother him for the last months. He healed rather fast if he got sick also so Wooyoung popped a pill for soar throat and kept lying in bed. That's until the door opened, and San came in with a big smile on his face, which dropped immediately when he noticed Wooyoung's condition.

"What's wrong?" San asked quickly. He sat on the bed and held Wooyoung's hand gently, rubbing his knuckles with his thumb.

"Kind of... i think I'm sick," Wooyoung muttered. Eyes still closed and nose clugged from sniffling all morning.

"Do you want medicine? Your voice sounds sick, too. Should i get you a painkiller?" San worried, frowning.

Wooyoung shook his head and turned on his side. He pulled his legs up to his chest and hugged his plushie tightly, trying to lesson the physical pain hopelessly. Though he flashed San a small smile despite how terrible he felt.

"No, it's ok. I'm immune to sickness, plus I wanted to sleep today, so it's an extra point," he shrugged. His voice was stuffy like his nose. San nodded, accepting the answer and kissing his lips softly. He pulled back shortly after so as not to make Wooyoung more uncomfortable.

"You rest then, I'll be in my room or the court yard if you need someone to talk to," San assured him, leaving the room with a small wave. Wooyoung closed his eyes once again and drifted off to sleep.

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Yunho stood at the courtyard watching the lights of the room go on and off every few minutes, a cigarette between his fingers. Mingi was sitting next to him, along with San, who got busy with rolling another cigarette for a Mingi.

"Here," San said. He held the rolled stick to Mingi, who thanked him and lit the end, puffing out the smoke after taking a sip. The three sat in silence, comfortable silence for a good minute until Yunho spoke up.

"Do you have a normal one? These papers need to be burned every five seconds, and it annoys me," Yunho said, a pout on his lips and frowning down at the thin stick. San shook his head and gave the taller an apologetic expression. Yunho shrugged.

"I have one left, but I wanted to smoke that myself...," Mingi offered then. Having been holding the packet in his hand for the last thirty minutes.

"It's ok, you use it. I will manage with rolled ones," Yunho said with a smile. He pat Mingi's head as the younger was frowning. Everyone was frowning these days for no reason. San also nodded at Yunho's response, smiling at Mingi as the taller lit the cigarette and puffed out the smoke shortly.

San watched the two silently. They were good friends, to San and to each other other. Also, to other people, of course, often called "twin towers" because of their height. He liked to spend time with them a lot. Suddenly, a question occurred in his mind, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Is Wooyoung better? He looked really tired and sick when I came over," San asked worridly.

"He's better, said he's going out with Jongho tomorrow to the market to buy snacks and some items to pack his belongings," Mingi replied. Taking another drag.

"Oh, ok. I'm glad, though I don't know what to pack first now that you said that. Should I pack my notebooks and stuff or my clothes," San asked this time. He had to pack as the year was coming to an end in a week. Then summer holidays.

Mingi shrugged at his question. "You can pack your things randomly. Just write your name on the box so that other students don't confuse your stuff with their," Yunho answered for him. San nodded again. In thought.

"Yeah. Should we go in?" Yunho suggested. He sat up and dusted his pants, stretching his arms to get the stiffness away. The two nodded, and they stubbed the cigarettes on the floor and got inside. They said their goodnight and left to their rooms.

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