LOST BOY.

|four

"jimin, your hair for this comeback looks really nice."

i bowed to the interviewer.

even if it was an empty handed compliment, i had a character to portray.

she was no different though.

every word that came out of her mouth was written on a cue card.

"you all did really well up there earlier, how do you guys feel about the choreography? it looks more energetic than your previous dances."

hoseok smiled picking up his microphone.

"we spend a lot more time practicing, so armys better like it." he made a cheesy kissy face and a hand heart towards the camera.

my eyes widened as i felt panic run through my body.

it was happening again.

i looked down at my shaking hands.

i wanted to go home.

i wanted to leave.

i hated these so much.

panic attacks out of nowhere.

i looked down, gripping my jeans with my hands, trying to stop them from shaking.

jungkook rested his hand over mine.

it was hidden by namjoon's back in front of us.

my body actually calmed down from his touch.

"good job everyone." the red light from the camera shut off.

jungkook turned my chair to face his.

he put his forehead against mine and started muttering comforting words.

"you're okay." he whispered, holding my hand.

we were lucky that our manager thought nothing of these acts.

he just thought i was a shy boy and jungkook was my overprotective best friend.

because we came together before the rest of them, he just thought of it as friendly actions.

of course the members knew better than that.

we all knew each other better than that.

after all, they saw us first hand.

both jungkook and you.