Freedom- Yoongi BTS

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No matter how fast I drove, how many rules I broke, we still didn't got there on time.

We ran all through the airport , pushing through people while searching for the gate, but when we finally found it, it was already closing.

Yoongi was the faster to get to the receptionist, pleading to wait for him, while I was still running after him.

"You don't understand miss. "

"I need to get on that plane! My friends are there!"

"I'm sorry but the gate is closed." Was the cold answer that he got.

"No, no, you don't understand! I am in a band, I need to get on that damn plane!" he shouted.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't do anything. "

"yes, you can! You know who I am?! I'm Min Yoongi and I must get on that fucking plane!"

"Sir, I am asking you to leave, before I call the security. "

Not wanting to get in trouble, I pulled the boy back.

"c'mon Yoongi, let's go we will find a way."

But I didn't even finish to speak that he was already running forward the exit, and just like that I found myself running after him for the second time in that day.

I found him near my van with tears in his eyes.

I quickly opened the door, and he was fast to enter inside, but after the door was closed and locked behind us I heard his breathing speeding up.

He started to sob, hiding his face with his hands.

I looked at him speechless, the angry guy who was ready to burn an entire airport, is sobbing uncontrollably in front of me.

"they left me, they left me..." whispered words like a mantra leaving his lips.

Before I even had time to think of what to do, his breathing got rugged, chest moving quickly up and down, and his sobs getting louder.

Shit! He's having a panic attack! I found myself thinking while jumping into action.

" Yoongi, I need you to calm down right now, alright?"

"I-I can't br-eath!"

His figure started to shake even more, his forehead sweaty and his skin getting paler.

"I know, follow me, okay?" I said, before taking his shaking hands and placing them on my chest.

I exaggerated the movements, trying my best to help him.

After some struggle he catches up and I sighed in relief.

I moved closer to him, hugging the shaking the figure, running circles on his back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

I feel his head on my shoulder, his body pressed in mine, slowly relaxing and his breathing getting more even.

I took a look at his face, realizing that he cried himself to sleep.

I found myself blushing, suddenly realizing the awkward position that we are in, it has been years since the last time that I was this close to a human being.

I never truly had a liking on humans, and this is probably one of the many reasons why I chose my career.

I sighed, and as gently as I could I lift him up ,with some struggle since he's taller than me, and I place him on the bed.

He need some rest now.

We all do.