TAEKOOK ¦ i'm not straight

i'm not: presenting

now playing... superhero, perc%nt

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JUNGKOOK:

Run. Run. And run.

That's all I do as I hear the door to Mr. Kim's classroom close shut. Run.

It might not be my brightest idea, but there isn't much else my body will let me do in the current moment. I'm not sure what took over me, but I know I won't be stopping anytime soon. I need to escape from whatever's there.

Once I reach to an assumed safe place, the cafeteria, I find a table and sit. Catching my breath once again, I lean my head onto my crossed arms and let the tears flow down. Them rolling down my cheeks, I ignore the fact that I'm crying and erase all thoughts from my mind.

I feel my heartbeat grow faster and faster, then slowing down. Then going faster, and the process repeating itself. I don't know what to do, I don't know what happened. I just know that I won't stop.

My forehead warm, both sweat and tears streaming down the sides of my face and uncontrollable breathing, I feel as though I've given up. I have no strength left in me, and I have no idea why.

- What is wrong with me? -

A simple presentation in front of the class, and I can't even have enough courage to withhold my fright. I know it's scary to be up there but to this extent? What happened?

Suddenly, from the silent cries, I hear footsteps dragging across the cafeteria floor. Not bothering to look up, I safely assume it's Mr. Kim or some other figure of authority.

"Jungkook?" I hear from the undetermined body. "Jungkook, are you okay?"

I immediately recognise the voice as he pronounces my name once again. On any other occasion, I would've raised my head as fast as one could but now, I can't help but bury my head deeper into my arms.

"Jungkook, I know you can hear me. Please," His voice stable and calm, although I might not see his glossy eyes at this moment. "Please, I need you to look at me."

With a voice as sweet and caring as Kim Taehyung's, nobody could ever ignore his commands. I, as all, am no different and force my head up. Teary eyes, red puffy cheeks as well as sweaty 

"I don't know what happened," I start "But I have even less of an idea of what you're going to do about it."

Taehyung then sits down next to me, gently places his hand onto my back and delicately rubs circles around my shoulders to the middle.

"Trust me Jungkook," He goes, leaning closer to my ear, whispering softly into it, as a way to make me calm down and focus on him and only him. "You might not know what just happened, but I've had many experiences like this before. I know ways to calm yourself down and avoid stuff like this happening again."

My eyes grow wider as he says that, my curiosity getting the best of me, making me stop and just look at the kind guy comforting me.

"What's going on Tae? Tell me, what's wrong with me? Why am I like this?" I beggingly plead to him, all form of pride slipping away.

"Hey, hey, calm down shhh" He mumbles, not losing contact with my back, nor looking away from my eyes. "Jungkook, although who knows, it could be something else, I believe you've just had your first panic attack. Or maybe your first noticeable one, but a panic attack either way."

"Why? I've done millions of presentations before, why now? There's nothing wrong with this one, why?"

"It must be more than just this then," Taehyung chuckles, sweetly smiling my way. "You're new here, you don't know many people, plus you had to speak English fluently in front of 29 people. All of these could be little triggers piling up in your little 'freak-out' bottle, and as the last drop had fallen.. bAM! It exploded and here we are, right now"

I let a small laugh escape my lips from the image my friend had planted into my mind. But what he's saying does kinda frighten me. Given the fact that I've never experienced something of the sort, I'm really confused as to what's happening.

"No need to be scared Kook," He says quietly, almost as if he were reading my thoughts. "But whenever you start to feel as though that bottle of yours is gonna overflow again, come to me. Come to me, no matter what.

"I've been through these moments multiple times before, no worries though, look at me." He says pointing to himself and placing his hands to form the flower pose, indicating how great he's doing. "I can help, Mr. Kim can help, Namjoon and Hobi can help and I'm certain if you were to talk to your family about this, they'll no doubt drop everything to help you."

"I hope..." I mumble under my breath, knowing my family far more than Tae. "Thank you Tae, I'll make sure to advise you next time. I just didn't know what was going on, I felt fine before."

"That's usually how it is, but sometimes it really isn't fine. And there's nothing wrong with that."

After a few more minutes of Taehyung rubbing my back and me grabbing to his shirt, letting my last few tears roll down, I finally look up and sit properly. Making eye contact with my friend, I give him a nervous smile, trying to recover from our previous moment.

"Thank you and I'm sorry," I say as I rub the back of my neck. "I know you wanted to present today, and I kinda... messed that up."

"No need to be sorry, your health and well being is more important than some silly DAY6 English presentation." He then gets up from the table and puts his hand onto my shoulder, shaking it a little. "Now let's tell Mr. Kim that we aren't going today."

I nod and follow Taehyung from behind with a slight smile on my face.

I like him...

He's a good friend

now pausing... mikrokosmos, bts

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A/N:

Pfffft 'a good friend' Jungkook really makes me laugh

And that's the 'straight' tea,

- Tea