That's when it happened.
He was on me.
Invading my space with that intoxicating scent.
His scent.
I could feel his lips the urgency pulling out of them.
The pleading.
Pleading not to walk away from him.
Not to walk away from this.
Us.
I hated that n...
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In all the three weeks Namjoon has been eating in their house, Hoseok and Yoongi had never seen the man less kept than now.
He would constantly get phone calls that forced Mian to take it away. She was constantly calming him down for some reason.
They thought nothing of it when it started and were currently kind of regretting that decision.
It was serious.
"Minnie," Namjoon called out his little nickname for the girl. His voice was low. Yoongi was surprised she heard it considering she came down from her room with earphones plugged deep in her ears.
The second her eyes landed on the tall nail-biting man sitting alone in the living room, it was like her feet had a mind of their own.
Namjoon looked tired, his hair was tousled and his eyes were glossy looking at the vibrating phone sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
"Don't pick it up." She simply told him rushing to where he sat. She took the phone shutting it before throwing it to the couch that sat on the side.
"It-its happening Minnie, she's really doing it." He whispered shaking. He let the tears he had been holding finally fall when his eyes met his best friend's face.
Mian pouted at her friend's lost state of mind. She didn't like it. In most cases, he was the one dealing with bad situations both his and hers combined.
"I'm sorry Joonie. You'll find better." She told him lightly placing his head on her laps running her fingers through his hair in comfort.
He was going to have an attack. That always calmed him down.
This whole situation wasn't new to her. Mian has helped him out of them numerous times while they studied abroad. She knew the root of all his panic attacks.
Right now, he needed to let his emotions out. Mian wouldn't pressure him to think about his next steps.
Namjoon was always thankful for that. She was the only one not afraid to see his attacks.
She felt sorry for him. They had met because of these very similar attacks. Namjoon seemed lost then.
He still was now.
She knew Namjoon didn't know where to stand. He didn't know how to feel about the whole situation.
The man had no single hate bone in his body. Things would've been a lot easier for him if he did.
She hated that side of him most. The side of him that tried to be compassionate with people that never care to think about him.
Mian just couldn't understand why the girl that will not be mentioned chose to give up. She chose to leave him. She left what they had.
"It's okay, calm down. I'm right here."
She cooed still running her fingers through his hair.
Namjoon shook his head as dark thoughts filled his head.
