The boy felt his breath hitch, and stutter, as he boarded the plane. His knees felt weak and his balance shifted as he reached for the material of Chan's shirt in front of him. The elder turned his head slightly, before pulling him in close for a hug.
He didn't say anything, just taking his boarding pass and showing both his and Minho's to the people in the plane. There was a quiet murmur around him, and Minho felt himself be lead down the aisle between seats.
Calm, breathe. In, two, three, four, out, two three, four. The dancer whispered to himself gently as Chan unwrapped his arms, and gently pushed Minho into his seat. His breath stuttered again, until he felt a hand link into his.
"Breathe Hyung." He heard Jeongin whisper, rubbing his hand, "We'll be in the air soon. Relax." Minho nodded numbly, trying to breathe again. in, two, three, four. Out, two three four.
When he felt he could breathe without struggling, he looked up, listening to the staff as they went through the safety routine. And clenched is hand against Jeongin's. He felt the plane move, and took another deep breath, dropping his eyes back down to his lap, where his hand was clenched. Where his knuckles were white from how hard he gripped his knee.
"You're doing amazing Hyung. Just breathe." Jeongin reminded him, as the plane started taking off. As they staff reminded everyone about their seat belts.
The next while was a tense mess of clenching the youngest's hand, and breathing. He stared down at the ground below him, taking deep breaths until Jeongin whispered that It was fine. They could move now.
"You did good Hyung. Really good."
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Whispers | Stray Kids
Fanfiction"Breath Hyung, You're doing good." Just a bunch of Stray Kids one shots I have floating around
