𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐃 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

airport - 🥀

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Triggers: anxiety attack
(Sadly) Inspired by a true story that actually happened to our Hannie

Airport? I'm not going to the airport!
~ Bingo Heeler
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Oh, how Jisung hated plane travel. 

He hated flying, that unnatural feeling of being thousands of feet above the ground.

And even worse, airports.

How all of those goddamned saesangs lined up, waiting for them to arrive.

He was already nervous on the plane. Minho sat beside him and squeezed his hand gently, giving him a small smile as he brushed his hair behind his ear.

"It'll be okay. We'll all be right there for you, and the guards will be too. We'll keep you safe," he comforted. Jisung let Minho's honey smooth voice wash over him, inhaling deeply.

"Yeah, it'll be fine. It's just a lot of people, you know?" Minho frowned sympathetically, carding his fingers through Jisung's hair. He brought the boys head to his lips.

"It'll be okay."

And then it wasn't.

Jisung felt the anxiety attack coming, but he wanted to delay it as much as possible. He kept his headphones close by him and Seungmin right next to him.

He was able to fake his way halfway through the airport until someone accidentally slammed into his side. Saesangs were pushing the guards and one had hit him.

Jisung, caught off guard, lost his balance and fell to the ground on his arm.

That was the breaking point.

His breathing went shallow and fast and tears filled his eyes. He couldn't see through his blurred vision and just held out his left arm for someone to help him up. He felt someone grab his hand and help him up. He felt them press their lips close to his ear so he could hear.

"Hyung, it's Seungmin-ah, I've got you, alright?" Seungmin put his arm around Jisung's waist as Jisung cradled his right arm, which was beginning to throb. He couldn't see and there was too much noise coming at him that he couldn't focus and was just dazedly walking with Seungmin, fully trusting him to guide him. Tears streamed down his face and soaked into his paper mask.

Someone had the genius idea to grab his noise-cancelling headphones and slip the, over his ears, while he felt a jacket being wrapped over his shoulders. Finally, the noise subsided a bit and he could focus a little more on slowing his breathing. And the jacket as Minho's. The vanilla cologne gave it all away. He found Seungmin's hand and laced their fingers together, squeezing until his knuckles turned white.

The group was able to get out into their van, a black one where all eight could fit in the back. Seungmin helped Jisung up into the van, which had no windows and was dark inside, perfect to help him calm down. They sat down on the bench like seat, and Jisung his face in Seungmin's neck as the younger rubbed his back carefully.

The next member to get in was Minho, who had run to the van from the back of the group, desperate to get to his baby. He sat in the seat beside Jisung, and Jisung quickly latched on to him instead, settling in his lap. Minho didn't speak, it would be useless to try to work against the headphones. He only wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and stroked his hair, occasionally pressing kisses to his forehead.

Jisung couldn't really tell what was going on around him. All he knew was that he was safe, because Minho was here. Everything would be okay eventually. He breathed deeply, inhaling Minho's familiar and comforting scent, counting in his head.

Inhale 1, 2
Hold 3, 4
Exhale 1, 2
Hold 3, 4

Just like Minho had taught him.

He finally was able to breathe deeply after a long time counting, having his panic under control. He blinked and looked up, pulling his face mask down making eye contact with Minho. Jisung carefully slid his headphones off.

"I'm okay now." He looked in the seat beside him, sliding carefully off Minho's lap. "Thank you, Seungmin-ah." He took both of Seungmin's hands in his and bowed. Seungmin just tsked and smiled.

"It's alright, hyung, I'll do anything to help you out." Jisung looked up at him and smiled, before pulling him into a tight hug. Seungmin gratefully accepted, happy to know his friend was okay. "Hey, what about your arm?"

"Eh, it's alright. It was just because of the attack and overstimulation that it felt worse than it was." Jisung looked forward to see that they were the only ones in the car. "Hey, where are the others? And our driver?"

"Oh, Chan-hyung ordered that everyone stay out of the van until you weren't upset anymore. He didn't want everyone to overwhelm you as soon as you calmed down," Seungmin explained.

"Well, that's very thoughtful but they can come in now! I just might put on my headphones to reduce the noise a bit if that's alright," Jisung said sheepishly. Minho rubbed his thigh gently.

"You can do anything you need, don't feel bad for accommodating what you need, baby, alright?" Jisung smiled and nodded, pecking Minho's lips quickly before slipping his headphones back on. Minho pounded on the wall of the van, signaling for the others to come in. Chan popped his head in, and Jisung saw him ask something, by with the he headphones he couldn't understand it. He felt Minho's voice vibrate his body slightly as he answered that they could come in.

The other five and the driver and assistant piled in, all pulling on seatbelts. Each member looked back at Jisung who smiled a bit and pointed to himself before throwing up an "OK" symbol. Chan, who was towards the front, was still angry, Jisung could tell, but he told himself it was only because he loved him, he wasn't angry at him.

And then, the group was able to finally leave for home.

If only it could be easier.