THE SEVENTH || (Taekook/Vkook) ||

Chapter 27: Blood, Sweat & Tears

Third-Person point of view

Taehyung didn't know for how long he ran, he just did. He ran.

His head felt like a salad bar, so many ingredients to choose from. But a difficult process of picking everything together to get the perfect product. However, in this case, his thoughts were the floating ingredients and the perfect product, or even a product at all, was nowhere near finished. His mind couldn't piece together the different emotions nor thoughts inside his head. Expect for one word: Run! And Taehyung made sure to listen to the easy instruction his mind had screamed at him without hesitation.

His heart was hurting so much that he'd do anything to get away from the others at this point.

Taehyung ran for ten minutes straight, not knowing in what direction he was running, to the point where he was breathing heavily. He tried to run a bit more, but the bile that was making its way up his throat didn't allow him to do so. He stopped abruptly and hunched over against a tree, emptying his stomach of everything he had eaten. Once everything was out of his system, his whole body slumped against the tree. He was sweating profusely, his head was bleeding and hurting, he was having constant dizzy spells and he didn't know where the fuck he was.

But that pain wasn't enough to dampen the pain in his heart.

Jimin hurt me, he hates me

All of them hate me

They think I'm dangerous

I'm a bad person

Jungkook

"Oh, Jungkook." Taehyung whispered to himself, while tears welled up in his eyes. He was only trying to help Jungkook, he really thought he could do it. He had been by Jungkook's side through all of his nightmares and panic attacks and handled them really well. But this one was so different. Taehyung had never experienced something like this with Jungkook before, he had never seen him blame himself for something that happened in a dream.

Taehyung was a mentally strong person and usually took care of everyone, especially Jungkook. But this time, he just couldn't do it. It was somewhere in between Jungkook having his panic, saying he killed Taehyung repeatedly and then trying to suffocate him with kisses, not allowing him to breathe, that was when Taehyung felt his own panic attack hitting him at full force.

He couldn't bear seeing Jungkook like that, he couldn't breathe and he felt suffocated. That was why he reacted as he did. He regretted yelling at Jungkook, he regretted it with everything in him. But did he really deserve to be pushed by his best friend to the point where he was bleeding down his face? Or have his members call him dangerous to be around and glare at him? Wasn't he human too?

Why could they navigate Jungkook's feelings so quickly, but not realize that Taehyung too was having a panic attack and was clearly out of it.

And God was he out of it.

Taehyung felt how he slowly started becoming more dissociative by the minute. He couldn't figure out what he was thinking and his head fucking hurt. But what he could make up clearly through his jungle of thoughts were that he needed to get back and apologize to all of them.

He didn't know if he was at fault for anything. But at this point, his mind couldn't even remember exactly what had happened before. Taehyung shut his eyes tightly when he felt another throbbing wave make its way around his head. He was positive that he had a concussion or suffered from some type of brain damage because everything hurt and he couldn't fucking think clearly. Everything felt like a damn dream, like he was floating.