Two of You (Vmin)

Breathe. (12)

You don't really know when you inhale or exhale unless you turn your full attention to your breathing. In some cases, being told to focus on your breathing is intended to calm you down when you yourself are unable to control the heaving of your lungs. Sometimes your mind will overthink, will give you negative thoughts as you try to grasp the simple task of comfortably filling your lungs. When you're unaware, you're okay. It's something we humans do without a second thought, like blinking and swallowing. You can't notice your tongue in your mouth unless you decide to notice it. I mean, your mind is able to ignore your nose even though you can clearly see it. What I'm trying to say is, you're suffocating without the intent when you notice those ropes tugging and it's your choice to follow them or cut them. When you've become aware of what's actually happening, you lose control.

"You understand what I'm saying Jimin?"

His words snapped me out of my thoughts. Had me noticing the fact I did not catch a single word said prior. Blinking, I nodded before allowing my confusion present on my face to which had him reacting by the roll of his eyes and a frustrated sigh.

"Jimin you need to pay attention."

I exhaled a deep sigh, softly bringing my eyes shut not wanting Seokjin to see the very rude eye roll I did but, I managed to mess that up. He roughly grabbed my wrist, sparking me to life, causing my eyes to shoot open, to lock with his. Those eyes that were narrowed, staring daggers into mine, reading anger and complete frustration. Not only that but the bags under his eyes were evident and dreadful to the eye. I harshly swallowed, paining my throat along the way but also making myself double over in sudden chest pain as this swallow also caused my lungs to choke up.

I heard him sigh before feeling the tight grip around my wrist vanish only to feel the palm of his hand pressing gently against my back in the attempt to bring my coughing fit to a halt.

"Jimin you really need to win this okay? If you don't even get sympathy from the jury, you'll be in jail for at least a year."

My heart sped up from the mention of jail. That one word had my mind go in a frenzy, questions leaking out of my ears as every worst way possible presented itself in my mind and I was not reacting in a calm manner. I could feel the harsh rise of my chest and tense feeling grow with every exhale. Felt my palms grow sweaty. Peering my eyes open, panning up to lock eyes with Seokjin's, I couldn't stop myself from letting out a soft whimper in fear that this train will derail and I'll end up somewhere I never imagined myself being.

"Hey." He whispered, voice soft, gentle against the soft silence that lingered prior to him speaking.

Lifting my gaze from my hands that were being eaten by the oversized sleeves, I hummed, focusing my eyes on his and tilting my head giving him clear indicating I had my attention set to him. He gave me a close-mouthed smile that slowly and eventually formed into one that rose his top lip over his bright layer of top teeth, putting them on display. The warm feeling in my chest erupted again, had a smile creeping onto my lips and had me reaching over the table to lace our fingers together. Instantly he gripped mine, smile dying down which had me worried so I waited, seeing what he wanted to say.

"Are you nervous? - You know for court."

I nodded almost forgetting to speak, to at the very least try to liven up the moment, to keep a conversation alive.

"Of course I am Tae. I mean if I slip up in anyway or not reach the right conclusion, I'll be in jail." Hearing those words slip off my tongue with such ease sent an electric current through me.

Life hit me in the face and it hurt.

I guess Taehyung noticed the distort look on my face and clasped his fingers tighter around mine, pulling my hand closer but also placing his other hand over the top of it. It had me refocusing on him and watching his worried eyes search mine, watching his lips slightly part in the attempt to speak but only to close, digging his teeth into his bottom lip, thinking. It didn't take long for him to fill the quiet air with his deep voice again as he perked up, words coherent in his mind.