Kim Taehyung has been hiding his struggles for years. Ever since a painful time in his life, he's been dealing with panic attacks-moments where his mind shuts down, and fear takes over. But he's always kept it a secret, even from his bandmates.
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The room was filled with tension as he looked around slightly .
He could feel it, heavy and suffocating, even as he tried to regulate his breathing. His chest still ached from the attack and his breakdown, his limbs sluggish as if they weren’t his own. The adrenaline had long faded, leaving behind only exhaustion and a deep, unsettling emptiness.
They were all staring at him.
Jungkook, still crouched beside the couch, his hands clenched into fists against his thighs.
Jimin, biting his lip so hard it had turned pale, his eyes glossy with unspoken concern.
Hoseok and Namjoon stood nearby, tense, as if ready to jump in if something else happened.
Yoongi’s sharp gaze flickered between him and Jin, who hadn’t let go of his hand yet.
Taehyung swallowed thickly, forcing his dry throat to work.
Tae: “I’m fine.” His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. It sounded unconvincing, even to his own ears.
Jin: “You’re not,” Jin said immediately, his grip tightening.
The others nodded in silent agreement. Taehyung’s gaze flickered around the room, their expressions too raw, too worried. He hated it. He didn’t want them to worry, didn’t want them to see him like this.
Tae: “It was just exhaustion,” he murmured, trying to sit up. The moment he moved, a wave of dizziness crashed over him, and he had to grip the couch to steady himself. Jin immediately placed a hand on his shoulder, grounding him.
Yoongi: “Just exhaustion?” Yoongi’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. “Tae, you collapsed. And You were—” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “It wasn’t just exhaustion.”
Taehyung lowered his gaze, lips pressing into a thin line. He needed to make them stop asking. He needed to make them believe him.
Tae: “The concert,” he mumbled. “We were running on fumes… it just hit me all at once.” His voice was so small that they could barely hear it .
There was silence. He could feel their disbelief.
Jimin exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
Jimin: “Then why were you cry—” He cut himself off, clenching his fists. “That wasn’t normal, Tae.”
Before anyone else could argue, the door swung open.
Their manager entered, his usually composed expression laced with concern.
Manager: “What happened?” he asked, his sharp eyes scanning the room before landing on Taehyung.
Jin and Namjoon instinctively shifted, blocking Taehyung slightly as if shielding him.
