MR. POPULAR AND THE BOY WHO STUTTER [VMIN SMUT AND FLUFF]

Chapter 37

WARNING:

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT AND SCENES ARE A LITTLE EXPLICIT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, PLEASE DON'T TELL YOUR PARENTS THAT I WROTE THIS. LMAO! SERIOUSLY, IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE THEN JUST SKIP THIS FOR NOW.

"It looks like we can't go home tonight, Park. The drive will take us roughly an hour and a half from Gangwon-do back to Seoul but the storm will intensify in less than an hour. We'll be stranded in the road if we leave now." Taehyung explained.

N-N-NO. — The undeniable distress can be seen on Jimin's facial expression. He started breathing faster than normal, running both his hands to his hair and pulling it harshly that made Taehyung worried. He remembered Jimin's astraphobia and how it triggered the anxiety that causes him panic attacks so, he approached the elder grabbing his arms to give reassurance.

"Hey, it's okay, Jimin. We're safe here." 

N-N-No. W-We're t-t-too far away f-from t-t-the city! I-I-I d-d-don't have my m-m-medicine with m-me a-a-and n-n-no one c-can come h-here f-for help! — Jimin's stutter worsens as his anxiety starts to kick in. He suddenly felt all the weight of his body and dropped to the floor sitting while his knees curled up to his chest like a ball.

What do I do now? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No. Taehyung, calm the fuck down. You can't be more terrified than Jimin for fuck sake! — Taehyung is making a mental note to himself. He knows the look that Jimin gives. It was the same horrified reaction that he saw back in the library except that this situation is a lot wearisome because every single concern that Jimin mentioned were true and valid. They are far from the hospital, the rain and wind are unyielding making it impossible for an ambulance to arrive on time, and he does not have his medicine with him. Honestly, Taehyung is so close to hysteria too but he can't let that happen. Not today when he is the only person that Jimin can lean on to.

As the typhoon continues to surge, Jimin lost his battle from his phobia and anxiety. No matter how hard he tries to bottle up his fears and keep it inside the dark closet, he has no match to the thoughts that are chewing him in whole. So, he sobbed. Tears flowed like Niagra falls while he breathes on an unsteady phase. He feels like his lungs are about to give up like someone is drowning him intentionally and preventing him to inhale using a force.

Taehyung, on the other hand, looks astonished while thoughts ran through his brain. He was just standing straight looking towards Jimin, remaining silent and anchored.

Do tears really shine like that? Why do his eyes sparkle like diamonds? He's pretty. So pretty. So, so pretty. What the fuck?! You're sick in the head! He's panicking you, idiot! 

When he finally had a grip of his sanity back, he gathered all the courage that he can get to step closer to Jimin. That's when he realized that the elder isn't just sobbing, he is shaking and gasping for air making a soft screech seemingly suffocated.

"Jimin?! What's happening?" Taehyung kneeled in front of his frantic classmate.

C-C-Can't b-breathe.

"WHAT?! Hey... Jimin, Jimin, look at me. Listen to my voice, Jimin." Taehyung repeatedly calls for the other's name like a prayer but the latter won't look up regardless of his attempts. Thus, he lifted Jimin's chin and his whole being shrunk from seeing nothing but fear in his eyes, coated with glimmering tears, his nose red and cheeks flushed.

"Hey, Jimin pay attention to me. I'm here okay? This is not different from what happened in the library. I'm with you. Don't be scared. I'll protect you."

Jimin is now looking back but still trembling with a hollow visage but didn't respond. Taehyung is not sure whether he was being heard although judging by how he appears, it seems like Jimin is too far gone. As if, his soul has been completely separated from his body.