\\ A painful Reunion \\

panic attack

The moment Jin's arms wrapped around you, something inside you cracked.

Tears spilled down your cheeks, your breathing turning erratic. The warmth of his embrace should have calmed you, but instead—

Your chest tightened.

Your vision blurred.

Your body trembled violently as a suffocating weight crushed your lungs.

No. Not again.

The feeling was too familiar—too much like the past.

Flashes of another night.

A locked door. A cruel smile. A hand gripping your wrist, holding you down—

Your breath hitched, your entire body freezing.

Jin pulled back slightly, his face filled with worry. "Y/N?"

You tried to speak, but your throat closed up. Your hands shook, your breaths coming out in shallow gasps.

His eyes widened. "You're having a panic attack."

He quickly cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your damp cheeks. "Breathe, love. Follow me."

You barely heard him over the rushing panic in your ears.

Jin inhaled deeply, exaggerating it for you. Then, he exhaled slowly.

"Copy me," he murmured. "In..."

You tried, but your chest tightened further, and a sob tore through your throat.

His hands moved to yours, gently pressing them against his chest.

"Feel that?" he whispered. "My heartbeat. I'm right here."

The strong, steady rhythm beneath your fingertips anchored you.

Jin's voice was soft but firm. "Nothing can hurt you here. Not while I'm with you."

Your nails dug into his shirt as you squeezed your eyes shut. It wasn't real. It wasn't happening again.

Another deep inhale from Jin. "Breathe, sweetheart. Just a little more."

You tried again. This time, a shaky breath filled your lungs.

Jin smiled softly. "That's it. Keep going."

His voice was so warm, so safe, like a lighthouse guiding you out of the storm.

Minutes passed. Slowly, the crushing weight in your chest lightened.

Your hands stopped trembling.

Your breathing steadied.

Jin never let go.

When you finally looked up at him, his gaze was filled with something undeniable—worry, relief, and something deeper.

Your lips trembled. "I-I'm sorry..."

Jin shook his head immediately. "Don't you dare apologize."

His fingers brushed a tear from your cheek, lingering there for just a second longer than necessary.

Then, softly—

"Who hurt you before, Y/N?"

Your breath caught.

You weren't ready to say it. Not yet.

But Jin just nodded. "It's okay," he whispered. "Whenever you're ready."

Your heart ached at his patience.

You weren't sure when it happened, but you realized—

Jin wasn't just your teacher anymore.

He was your safe place.

And right now, you needed him more than ever.

Jin didn't ask again.

He simply pulled you closer, one hand cradling the back of your head as you pressed your face into his chest. The faint scent of his cologne—clean, warm, familiar—wrapped around you like a soft blanket.

You didn't realize how much you needed this until now.

Not just comfort.

Not just understanding.

But someone who stayed.

After a while, when the silence between you had settled into something gentle, Jin spoke again. "You don't have to go through this alone, Y/N. Whatever it is, whatever happened... I want to help."

You nodded against him, the lump in your throat too thick to speak around.

"I'm sorry," you whispered eventually, voice hoarse.

"Hey," Jin murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "We talked about this—no apologizing for feeling."

Your lips twitched at that. Barely a smile. But it was something.

He tilted his head, eyes scanning your face. "Do you want to sit? Or lie down for a bit?"

You glanced toward the couch, then back at him. "Can you stay with me?"

His answer came without hesitation. "Of course."

You both moved slowly to the couch, Jin keeping his arm around you as you settled beside him. The moment you leaned into his side, he pulled a soft blanket over your legs and reached for your hand again.

His thumb traced slow circles over your knuckles.

No words.

Just presence.

And that meant more than anything.

After several minutes, your voice came out barely above a whisper. "It happened when I was younger. I never told anyone."

Jin didn't push. Didn't interrupt.

He just held your hand tighter.

Your eyes welled up again. "I thought I'd forgotten. But sometimes... when someone touches me a certain way, or the room gets too quiet, it all comes back."

His jaw clenched subtly, but his voice was calm. "You don't ever have to explain yourself to me. Your reactions—they make sense. And I'll never think less of you for them."

"I just..." You hesitated. "I don't want you to feel like you have to fix me."

"I don't," he said gently. "I just want to be here. If that's okay with you."

You nodded again, your heart aching in that bittersweet way—the way it does when someone sees you, really sees you, and doesn't run.

And maybe, for the first time in a long time... you believed you could be okay.

it's first time when you get panic attack like this .