"t-taehyungie??"
JIMIN weakly managed to mutter taehyung's name through the phone although it most likely came off as a whisper. his lungs were violently constricting, not allowing oxygen to freely flow in his system. instead, he involuntarily took gasps of sharp air. beads of sweat trickled from every patch of his skin as heat radiated from his small body. he feels lightheaded. as if he's slowly being lulled unconcious. his extremeties were cold and numb - shaking even. he felt his knees weaken and hit the cold bathroom floor as it failed to support his weight. he clutched onto the cubicle doorknob until white slowly seeped into his knuckles but he didn't care -as if he'll lose his last bits of sanity if he releases.
this attack may be his worst,, yet.
"jiminie?"
the voice behind the other end of the line sounded gentle. so so gentle. it gave jimin a sense of security. it soothed his 'bad thoughts' that bites onto jimin with such venom. it was overwhelming.
"bubba, don't worry taetae is here. now, breathe with me."
breathe in
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
"bubba, where are you right now? taetae will be there."
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soulmates; vmin imagines
Hayran Kurguvminists and fairycubs out there !! let's get this smutty, fluffy, angsty bread ! - real short drabbles
