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 NEXT MORNING;
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Taehyung groaned, his body shifting under the heavy warmth surrounding him. His limbs felt tangled, buried under layers of blankets that seemed way too thick for his liking. He grumbled under his breath, shifting slightly to kick off the suffocating heat.
As he moved, something—or rather, someone—tightened their hold around him. He blinked groggily, his still-dazed mind trying to register the familiar weight draped over his side. He turned his head slightly, only to find Jimin curled up beside him, one arm wrapped securely around his waist as if shielding him from the world.
Taehyung groaned dramatically, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
Tae: "Ugh, hyung, it's so hot," he muttered, pushing at the blankets until they slid down his body.
Jimin made a displeased noise in return but didn’t wake up fully, his grip loosening just slightly. Taehyung took the opportunity to wiggle out a little, attempting to create some space between them, but Jimin’s arm instinctively pulled him back.
Tae: "Yah, Jiminie, let go," Taehyung whined, his voice muffled as he buried his face into his pillow.
Jimin: "Mmm, stop moving, Tae," Jimin let out a sleepy hum, barely opening his eyes in response. "Sleep more." he mumbled, voice raspy with sleep.
Tae: "No, I’m boiling. And—" Taehyung huffed, his lips pursing in mild irritation. "You stink." He wrinkled his nose.
That got Jimin’s attention. His eyes cracked open, and he immediately scowled.
Jimin: "Excuse me?"
Taehyung stretched his arms above his head, yawning.
Tae: "I said you stink," he repeated, pushing Jimin’s arm off him completely this time. "You’re all sweaty and gross."
Jimin sat up slightly, blinking down at him before scoffing.
Jimin: "Yah, you stink too, you know? We didn’t shower after the concert because someone got sick, and someone had to stay up all night taking care of that someone."
Taehyung blinked at him, processing the words.
Tae: "Wait. Sick? Who?" He asked with a confused look.
Jimin: "Who do you think, idiot? You!" Jimin said rolling his eyes.
Taehyung sat up slowly, still feeling a little sluggish, rubbing his eyes before giving Jimin another confused look.
Tae: "I was sick?" He asked, genuinely confused.
Jimin: "Do you ever remember anything?" Jimin asked sighing, and smacked the back of his head lightly.
Taehyung pouted at that, rubbing his head where Jimin had smacked him.
