forbidden ↠ baekhyun

forty - eight

"h-how'd they find the hotel?" i ask as they drive away. "i don't know, but this is a major security breach." he was driving rather quickly, swerving around cars, and barely passing red lights.

"baekhyun why are you driving so fast?" i hold onto my seat belt. "because if those three were there, think of how many more there are watching. they have unlimited members we have limited members." baekhyun sits up to take a right turn.

"how come you guys have limited members?" i ask, i should probably stop asking questions i can see him getting stressed out. "you can't trust that many people. this job requires serious training, so most people give up." "oh."

the silence was killing me. could he at least put some music on? i squeeze the handle and start fidgeting. i could've just been killed. i keep thinking of taeyong's voice and start to scare myself. "what's wrong?" he glances over at me.

i don't answer and start breathing heavily. "baekhyun i need a paper bag." "why what's going on?" "i'm having a panic attack." i haven't had these ever since middle school. he quickly pulls into an empty parking lot.

"i'll do a breathing exercise because i don't have a paper bag. remember you are in control of your breathing." he places his hands on my rib cage gently, "inhale slowly through your nose." i follow his instructions. "exhale slowly from your mouth." he counts down from ten. "relax your shoulders."

i start to calm down a bit, "are you okay now?" i nod, "yeah." he sits back in his seat, and starts driving. "what happened? why'd you suddenly have a panic attack?" "i just... scared myself." he holds my hand, driving with one hand.