Fake It...Easy, Right? [DISCONTINUED]

ONE

YOONGI POV

I groaned in irritation as my alarm went off, indicating it was 6 am. I sighed and looked at my room's window coverd by dark curtins yet light still seeped through and managed to burn through my eyes. I turned my head and picked my phone up off of the desk by my bed, silencing any other alarms for later times in case I didn't wake up to the first one. I wasn't a deep sleeper nor a light one, it's complicated. I slowly sat up and scrolled through Twitter, going to my last post three days ago. (A/N) I dont bother with the posts like this in informal books, note to self. c:
I sighed as I saw millions of nice and supportive comments, yet I did see some negative ones. I tried ignoring them and pressed my phone's home button, it of course didn't help my thoughts which I was drug out of when Jin hyung came into my room.

He smiled at me, I immediately gave him a gummy smile.
"I'm done with breakfast. Come on."
I nodded and got up, dressing in a long sleeved, light grey turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. I walked out with a small smile plastered to my lips, going into the kitchen as others piled in behind me. Jin made a big breakfast, considering we had hours and hourd of practice later in the day.

Jungkook ran in, playful fighting with Taehyung as he did, both of then giggling.
"Yah! Don't run in my kitchen, you could break something!" Jin exclaimed, making us laugh. Jungkook immediately sat down and glared at Taehyung, which in return stuck his tongue out. I didn't say it, but they yad so much more of a relationship than me and any of the members did. Even though I seem really out there to them, they have yet to give me half the attention as each other.

Jin set everyones plates and set them all on the table. I looked at the food and slowly ate, thanking Jin hyung. I didn't want to eat as I wasn't hungry but for the sake of the others views I forced it all down. Once I was done I excused myself, setting my plate in the sink and going to my room. It had been twenty minutes and nobody came to my room so I decided to go and throw up, I was starting to get uneasy anyway. When I washed my hands and face, I didn't seem to notice that someone was in my room, worry on his face as he heard me throwing up. I walked in my room and froze, staring at Hoseok sitting on my bed.

I quickly came up with an excuse.
"I felt bad, I think I have a stomach bug." I gave a gummy smile. He nodded yet visibly skeptical, Hoseok wasn't oblivious and I of all the members knew that. I went to sit next to him and tilted my head.

"I came in here because I heard you throwing up, are you sure it's just a stomach bug?" I nodded. I couldn't give away that I couldn't keep food down.
"Yeah, Hobi. I'm okay though."

"Do you want any medicine? I can get you some." I smiled and shook my head.

"If it getd worse or keeps going I'll glady take some but I'm okay for now. You should go get ready for practice, you know how the choreographer is when we aren't in the room a minute early." He chuckled and nodded. Waving and going to his room. I got up and closed the door, my smile immediately dropping as I teared up and slid down the door. I couldn't keep my front up long after anyone left when I was in a bad state. Yet, I wiped my tears and got up, taking a deep breath and putting a smile back on, going downstairs to wait with the others.

We got to the dance studio 5 minutes early, the choreographer pleased and let us stretch. Afterwards, we worked on "DNA", yet for some reason on my part, I got footing wrong and almost fell. The choreographer seemed to be irritated already today and it showed when he yelled at me for messing the practice up.

"YAH! Yoongi, you were doing so well, why did you mess it up?! We have to restart. Positions!"

In my childhood, I had bad experiences from yelling so I tried hard not to break, I just smiled and bowed, apologizing and getting in starting position. We practiced again and again, I failed and he yelled everytime. After the 5th time of my troubles, this time early on, the choreographer yelled at me as well as my best feiend, Namjoon.

"Dude, what the heck is up with you today? Are you sick or something?"
I cleared my throat and took in a deep breath, smiling.

"No, no sorry. I'm just a bit tired."
Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"We're all tired! Don't give a lame excuse, own up to what your doing, Yoongi." The look he gave me, menacing, along with the yelling had sent me over edge as much as I didn't want it to. My smile dropped slowly, the members noticed and were about to scold Namjoon but their attention was back on me as I was starting to quickly breath.

My vision was getting dizzy, my heart racing and I felt hot. I had tears daring to fall and eventually did, I was hyperventilating by now, I felt like I was dying.

Anxiety attack, common for me but alone. Not with every other member in the room as well as the choreographer. I slid down a nearby wall, my senses hazing together in one big mess as I could feel eveything but nothing all together. I couldn't hear what the members were telling me, they ran around, handing each other things and what not before coming to me. I felt like I was being held from the warmth, and I hissed as a cold rag hit my forehead. I was slowly coming back and coming down from the high I experienced.

Looking around, I saw worried expressions. I heard a voice of which owned the hands and fingers on my face, wiping my tears.

"Hey...Yoongi? Have you ever had an attack before?" Jin spoke soothingly.

I gave a small smile but didn't answer, instead clearing my throat and giving an answer apart from the question.

"I'm okay, I'm okay. We should get back to practicing." I slowly got up and wiped my face with my backhand.

Taehyung stepped in.
"Hyung, no. You just had an attack, you can't just go immediately back to practicing."

I sighed. "Tae I'm fine. Okay? Let's go." Normally, when I had an anxiety attack, I would faint due to not having help calming down. This time I did unexpectedly so I was sure I would be fine. Little did I know my body disagreed and when I was back on the floor to practice, giving a gummy smile to the rest- my brain shut off and I only witnessed pitch black.

(A/N) I said this was an informal book but I'm still doing word counts. What do you think so far?

Word Count: 1221