Eternally Yours

34) Namjoon - We're Right Here

TRIGGER WARNING: Goes through a panic attack with some flashes of war images, blood, and wounds. Please do not read if you don't feel comfortable!!

It was a really bad day. Like, really, really bad. These days were really bad, but they were also really rare, which was a good thing. These boys were already fucked up enough, and these days didn't help either. It was a day when Namjoon and Jackson fell into an episode together. Those days were hard too. With no one to help and pull them out of their heads. They were just stuck to their rooms, or different corners of the living room so they could make sure the other was still there, or sometimes huddled up together in one another's arms trapped in the same but also different memory, battling their demons on their own.

Namjoon had his arms tightly wrapped around Jackson as his mind went through horrific images of different wounds spreading all over his best friend's body. Namjoon frantically tried to stop the "bleeding" that was happening as tears rapidly flowed down his cheeks.

Jackson on the other hand was trying to get out of Namjoon's grip and "protect" them from the "enemies" coming to attack them. Shouting orders to the imaginary soldiers around him as he tried to pull Namjoon down behind the turned-over couch for cover.

Overall, it was just a huge mess. They were so caught up in these nightmarish daydreams that they forgot that they were supposed to go out with Jin and Mark today to hang out. The knocking on the door and the doorbell ringing through the dorm room fell on deaf ears. But their shouts could be heard from outside, where Jin and Mark stood.

"What the fuck is going on in there?" Jin muttered to himself as he knocked on the door again. Mark was standing silently and worried as fuck next to him.

And then it clicked. It clicked and Mark moved so fast to dig through his little backpack, looking for his keys.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," Mark muttered over and over again as he desperately searched.

"What? What's wrong?" Jin asked, a rush of worry and panic settling over him with Mark's desperate movements.

"It's a bad day. A really bad day," Mark breathed, ripping his keychain from his bag and hurriedly searching through the keys trying to find the one for the door in front of him.

"What do you mean?" Jin watched Mark's shaking hands and reached over to steady them.

"I-its- they're-" Mark's eyes started to tear up a little bit as he tried to put the words together. "It's a really, really bad PTSD day. Jackson told me about them and what normally happens. This is one of them. We- we have to get in there and help them." Mark rambled out in one quick breath, pulling his hands from Jin's so he could get the key and open the door.

"Ok," Jin nodded. "Ok, we'll help them. But I need you to calm down first. We can't go in there to stop their panicking if you're panicking too. It'll just lead to more of a mess." Jin gently coaxed, laying his hands on Mark's shoulders gently to get him to calm down.

"Right," Mark breathed and nodded. "You're right." Taking a deep breath, Mark relaxed and finally found the key to the dorm. Sliding it into the door and unlocking it, the two stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind them as the yells and sobs got louder.

"Alright, you get Jackson. I've got Namjoon." Jin ordered, creating a plan of attack instantly. Mark nodded and the two carefully charged their way into the living room where all of the noise was coming from.

The sight they found broke their hearts. In the middle of the living room, the coffee table was on its side, the couch was in the same kind of fashion, blankets and pillows were thrown all over the place, and in the middle of it all sat a sobbing Namjoon and a cowering Jackson huddled as close together as they possibly could be, holding each other almost like their lives depended on it. Well for the way Namjoon was mumbling and sobbing as his fumbling hands frantically roamed all over Jackson with bruising grips, it seemed like Jackson's life did depend on Namjoon's grip.