Breathe-Min Yoongi x Reader BTS ff

Breathe

All of them looked at you, and you started to feel embarrassed.

"Uh it's just that- it- uh seemed like he was having a panic attack to me, um, I used to get them a lot so- but you didn't need to know that uh-"

Jin cut your nervous rambling off.
"Actually he does, he doesn't like people to know about it so he hides it pretty well. We were just surprised you knew so quickly."

Your face turned serious.

"Oh...well I have a little experience in that area that's all. I can pick up on the signs I guess."

You looked back at the room, and felt the overwhelming need to help him.

You remember being so helpless and scared whenever you'd have an attack
and how you wished someone would've comforted you...
but you didn't know Yoongi or if he felt the same way you did.

But you also couldn't just pretend he wasn't in the next room breaking down.
You knew that it would eat you up inside until you did something.

You cleared your throat and the team looked at you.

"Is it alright....if... I talk to him?" You asked.

Jin scrunched his face up.

"I'm not sure if you want to talk to him when he's like this." He said.

Namjoon spoke up.

"Let her try. I mean she can't make anything worse just by talking to him."

He winked at you and gestured toward the room Yoongi was in.

"See what you can do. We're running out of time for this shoot."

You got up and headed toward the room, but when you reached it, you stopped.
Suddenly feeling your own anxiety rising up inside of you, causing your throat to feel tight and your hands to sweat.

You took a deep breath in and closed your eyes.

Breathe Y/N
You say in your head.

You put your hand around the door knob and slowly turn it.

Here goes nothing.

You open the door to see him sitting on the ground in a corner, knees pulled up to his chest, and arms wrapped around himself like a little kid.

It made your heart sink to see him like this, he always seemed so strong and nonchalant.
But not now.
Now he was curled up alone, probably blaming himself.

"...Hey..."
You whisper.

His head shot up, he looked at you for a second but then closed his eyes and didn't speak.

You nervously fiddled with your hands.

"I, um, I'm here to help....I know that seems weird and I know it's probably not my place, and you might not even want it, but I couldn't help but want to help you."
You spit out the string of words.

He just kept hyperventilating.

Ok Y/N breathe remember.
You reminded yourself.

You slowly walked up to him and knelt down in front of him.

"I'm sorry."
You quietly say.

You saw his body tense up at your words.

You take one last deep breath in.

"Okay, just breathe like me."
You say.

You gently place your hands around his. He tenses up again for a second, but then slowly relaxes.
You make your movements painfully slow, making sure not to do anything outside of his comfort zone.