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A chaotic whirl of emotions were tearing up Seokjin's insides as he allowed Jimin to guide him from the dining room with hushed words of comfort, a warm hand soothing up and down his back. Everything felt hot. The air around him, the tears that left a train track of wetness on his blotched cheeks, even his interior burned with a fiery hotness that felt as though Seokjin's heart was shattering into pieces bit by bit, like a virus contaminating each vital organ after the next until the victim completely shut down.
Even Seokjin's ears rang painfully, numbing the sound around him. Almost as if he were underwater. Truthfully, it felt like he was with his constricted breath, lungs burning and blurred vision.
"—Hyung, hyung, please drink some water." When Seokjin's eyesight came back into view, he was met with the pretty sight of Jimin's chestnut brown eyes and shell-pink threads of hair. Slowly, he opened up his mouth with intention to speak but was instead cut off when a flow of refreshing cold water poured down his throat and soothed his stinging oesophagus.
Seokjin drank until the liquid came to a stop and he was met with air, although everything felt considerably better. The tightening in his chest had loosened and his airway had opened up, allowed him to take breaths freely. the temperature was cool but the intense, overbearing feeling of panic and worry had failed to disappear.
"It's okay, hyung," Jimin's voice soothed as he refilled the glass. Instead of tipping it up to Seokjin's mouth, he settled it on the table in front of where the older man was situated. "It was just a small mistake, a little burn. Yoongi is fine."
No. It wasn't okay. Nothing seemed to be okay.
While the welcoming embrace of Seokjin's younger friend brought solace, he needed nothing more than to just be in his husband's arms. To rest his head on Namjoon's shoulder and succumb to the sweet, consoling whispers of his lover.
"He's not fine," Seokjin croaked out, eyes dampening again. "I don't think he's ever truly been fine with us, or even at his other home with his abusive father. L-Looking back now he seemed more fine being harassed by students, living on a cup of cheap ramen a day, living in utter fear than being with us —"
A choked sob, ugly sounding but incredibly heartfelt escaped from the back of Seokjin's throat and he reached up to cup his face. Exhaustion and defeat was all that could be seen in the pool of tears glimmering like jewels in his coffee-coloured eyes. As he cried quietly he could barely register the sound of footsteps from behind, and then strong familiar arms wounding themselves around his broad shoulders, engulfing him in a loving hold.
Soft murmurs reached his ears, just enough to make out the simple words of consolation.
"Let it all out, baby." The faint noise of dishes clattering quietly was the only other sound pared with Seokjin's sobbing and gentle shushes of his husband.
And let it all out Seokjin did.
"I expected it, told myself it was normal at first," he strangled out. Namjoon hummed, still wrapped delicately around Seokjin.
