"It's okay, jimin." He inhaled
deeply then exhaled feeling
the anxiety loosening up on
him.
His small hands grabbed onto
the dark oak dresser as he
stood in front of the mirror.
"I-It's okay, jiminie." He shut
his eyes tight, wiping away the
tears that rolled down his face.
The sudden panic attack slowly
went away, he felt the weight on
his chest disappear before
opening his eyes to look in the
mirror. "You're strong, so strong."
He spoke to himself which made
him smile at the words.
