Black {m.yg + j.jk}

V

{Possible trigger warning}

The two college students sat in Jungkook's room in an uncomfortable silence. Yoongi obviously wasn't going to be saying anything anytime soon, and Jungkook was too scared to even talk.

Having enough of it, Yoongi grabbed out a notepad from his bag and began writing hastily. The scratching noise of the pencil on paper got Jungkook's attention, and he stared out of curiosity.

He scribbled on the pad for what seemed like a few minutes, even though it was just a mere ten seconds until Yoongi handed over the pad.

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. You probably had someone you wanted to work with, but now you're stuck with me.'

Jungkook drooped his head and sighed. Because of how scared Jungkook felt around Yoongi, the elder took it as regret. "N-No, hyung...I'm just not used to w-working with other people in general."

Yoongi scrunched his eyebrows in thought, and surprisingly, Jungkook thought it was cute. But he argued with himself.

Nope. Not cute. He turned black, remember?

As he continued to bicker inside of his mind, Yoongi was writing something else out.

He quickly finished and tried handing it to Jungkook, but the younger wasn't paying attention, and was staring off into nothing. Yoongi tried waving his hand in front of Jungkook's face, but even that didn't work.

For the second time that day, Yoongi tried to talk. He tried shoving the words up his throat and through his mouth, but before they even managed to touch his tongue, his chest tightened and his throat clenched. And suddenly he couldn't breathe.

He dropped the notebook and his hands grasped as his neck, clawing, as though that would help the air flow.

The sound of the book hitting the wooden floor startled Jungkook from his battling brain. He looked up confused, until he saw his hyung clawing at his throat and turning purple physically. Yoongi's aura had turned an alarming, blaring white that almost instantly blinded him.

Jungkook's eyes widened. "Hyung? Hyung?!"

Suddenly not caring anymore, he reached forward and grasped at Yoongi's shoulders. "Hyung! Look at me!"

Yoongi's frantic eyes met Jungkook's worried ones. Jungkook softened his voice. "H-Hyung. Concentrate on me. Focus, please."

Seeing Jungkook calmed down physically, helped him calm down. He let his eyes trace Jungkook's face, a method he taught himself to do when he began having a panic attack.

Slowly, his breathing started to become normal. The more he traced the lines and crevices of the younger's face, he began to think back to his first panic attack that his mother helped him through, and yet again his throat tightened up.

Seeing his breathing become labored again, Jungkook whispered, "No, hyung. Look at me. Just listen to me. Think about me. Think about the song we're going to write. Think about where you are. Think about anything else."

Tears brimming in his eyes, Yoongi shakily took in breaths and close his eyes, thinking about the traces of Jungkook's face. He'd stared at it so hard that he could probably paint a damn near perfect portrait of the boy if he wanted.

After about a half an hour, Yoongi had his head laid on Jungkook's shoulder, sleeping. The adrenaline that was coursing through him and everything else just sucked the energy out of him. Jungkook on the other hand, had his arms wrapped tightly around the elder.

Jungkook himself was terrified. Yes, he'd experienced more than his fair share of panic attacks in his life, but never had he witnessed someone else have one, let alone calm someone down.

But he just did witness someone have one. And he did just help them calm down, even though they'd nearly passed out twice in the process.

Also becoming sleepy, Jungkook checked the time. The numbers 4:50 blinked in his head like a warning. Beginning to panic himself, he gently shook Yoongi. "H-Hyung. Hyung!"

Yoongi slowly opened his eyes and looked up. His throat and face was sore from earlier, and seeing he had just been woken up didn't put him in a very good mood. Jungkook noticed his aura turning to a dark grey, and he tensed. "I-I'm sorry, b-but you have t-to leave now..."

Yoongi glanced at the clock. He sighed inwardly. He did agree to leave before five o'clock, so this was only fair.

He lethargically stood and began gathering his things.

Jungkook sat in agony as his hyung seemed to take his time. Jungkook thought it might have been to get back at him, for what the younger didn't know. But Jungkook could not stop worrying about how quickly the minutes seemed to pass.

Finally, Yoongi had all of his things and was getting in his car at 4:58, leaving only a small margin of time before Jungkook's father came home. Jungkook waved hastily as Yoongi pulled out of the driveway. Not seconds later did the familiar white sedan pull into the driveway.

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This chapter got kinda deep eh?

Hope it was decent ^-^

Early chapter for you guys, because it's my beautiful Yoongi's birthday ^-^

Love y'all!

-haley