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Yoongi had slapped Taehyung....
I stood there, not feeling my legs. I started to shake and I was afraid of getting what I despise the most.
Taehyung held his cheek, his mouth turning into a mocking smirk. He turned back his head to look at Yoongi, chuckling once he saw his expression.
"You raised you hand on me for that moro-" Taehyung snapped.
But he was cut off by Yoongi, "you better think before you speak. I'm sure you don't want another slap on the other cheek."
I felt so guilty in myself. I was starting to get my panic attack, yet I had to stop the situation. Both my friends fighting because of me!
'What can't you fuck up? You can't even let your friends enjoy a night out!"
I had to stop this. And Now.
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, trying as much as possible to suppress the rise of my panic attack. My breathing was still fast, but I managed to concentrate on the moving objects around me.
With my legs shaking and my breathing sped up, I had the courage to walk to the angry pair of friends. I made my way slowly between the two.
I felt their heavy hot breathes on both sides of my face. That didn't help my situation but I just relaxed my mouth for a moment to let out one pleading sentence.
"Can we all just calm down? Please?"
"You little peace of shit!" And that was when I knew I was about to have a bruise when I reach home.
And then it hit me. Taehyung's fist just hit my bottom lip. Everything went too slow after that. I saw Yoongi starting to shout while I had my body slowly being pulled to the floor by gravity.
I would've gotten up after the fall, but my panic attack rushed in. My body started shivering and my breathing was increasingly fast yet heavy. I felt the world spin around me, not being able to make out any motion. My hearing as well turned down. —————————————————— A hand held mine moments later, the person saying things that I couldn't make out. I tried to open up my ears and loosen up my body, but it's something I just can't control.
My vision started becoming clearer minutes later. The person that was holding my hand was still saying something, but I still wasn't hearing it.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. I started thinking of happy thoughts in my foggy brain. I thought of my younger self being happy. Thought of all the plushies I saw in stores and on the internet that I couldn't afford. I thought of Yoongi...
My body stopped shaking and my hearing was slowly coming back to tune. I opened my eyes, looking at the person speaking to me. I started to tear up. I felt ashamed for him to see me in this position. Helpless.
"It's ok, I'm here" was the first thing I heard, yet I still heard it as mumble. But I kept trying to hear more and all I could think of was,
'I should've tried to open my ears a little while ago'
Yoongi was helping me calm down with words, and I'm glad he did because it was working.
"I'm here, no one can hurt you now got it?" I just stared at him and slightly nodded. The tears in my eyes were still pouring but I still tried to listen to him.
His hands still holding mine, he held it tightly as he raised it towards his chest. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, holding my hands in place.
"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."
I tried. I really did. Yet I just lost it. My sniffles were too shaky and I coughed occasionally in between my tears, I just felt too ashamed.
"Hey~ now there. Just breathe alright? It's ok, they're gone now." He muttered.
I laid there for a few more minutes with my eyes closed, still trying to clear out my foggy thoughts.
Moments later, I felt much better. Yoongi's heartbeat calming my own heartbeat. I opened my eyes and started sitting up. His body following mine.
"Can we get the fuck out of here? Please?" I begged.
He took hold of my wrist and wrapped another hand around my shoulder for support as I got up and looked at him with puffy eyes.
"Let's get the fuck out of here then." Was his reply before we both walked out the door of the arcades. ——————————————————
Yoongi took me in for coffee. I was glad he did because nothing helps with my attacks more than a warm cup of coffee.
It was silent. I stared down my cup after every sip I took, still not having the courage to look him in the eyes.
"Hey jimin, you ok?" His soft voice rang in my ear. I nodded while still looking down, trying to hide my red ears.
We then sat in silence.
Just.
Silence.
"Why are you doing this?"
Yoongi just stared at me, fumbled by my question.
"Doing what?"
"Treating me like a person?"
He chuckled. Then sighed.
"Because you deserve much more from this cruel world. And because I know what you must be feeling. Jimin you always feel guilty about everything people do and you always think you're at fault. Why jimin, when you can just let them go and be happy?"
"Be happy? Easy for you to say. I've suffered a lot Yoongi, you know nothing!" Fuck, my eyes started to tear up again.
"Then defend yourself and don't let them get to you. Tell them you don't like what they're doing!"
"You think I didn't?" I smiled sadly.
"Then what? They kept doing what they were doing and you suffered alone. You didn't even talk about it to anyone." He remarked.
"I wanted to talk about it. Damnit! I wanted to scream! I wanted to fucking yell! I wanted to shout about it. But all I could do was say 'I'm fine'" I yelled, yet loud enough for him to hear and not the whole place.
"I understand. I'm here now, if you need to talk anytime. Even if you don't have a reason. Just please stop crying" he frowned. "Here" He said as he gave me his phone, implying to save my number on it.
I finished saving my number, but that didn't distract me from crying.
Yoongi suddenly started to look around, and as if he was relieved no one was watching, he let out a sigh and stood up.
I thought we were leaving, so I started to wipe my tears and get up. But Yoongi just pushed me down back to my seat and grabbed his own.
I was fuzzed by the sudden action, but it all became clear when a pair of hands engulfed me. It all happened so fast.
My face against yoongi's broad chest, his head resting on mine, his soft breathes, and his warm hug.
I must admit, he was the first person I've hugged with passion in 10 years. The first after him.
But for the first time, I actually hugged back. Liking the feeling and the warmth it brought soon to me.
"Do you know how hard it is to be friends with someone like him?!"
A/N: hey guysss!! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I was busy and stuff. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't forget to VOTE and COMMENT🙏🏻❤️😭
