Glasses 9

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anxiety attack
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Taehyung wasn't sure why was he having an anxiety attack right now. Just few more minutes till Jungkook would come home from the store. "No, no, no, no. Please not right now." The latter inhaled and exhaled multiple times. "I can do this." He fisted his arms.


He began sobbing and eventually, the sobbing became a loud cry for help. He didn't know why? He didn't know why was he suddenly crying or even having an anxiety attack.


He began to grab his hair and pulled them very hard still crying. "Please stop!" He yelled at nobody. He crawled his toes on the bedsheets. "Please leave me alone!" He yelled again.


"I'm gonna be okay. I'm gonna be okay. I'm gonna be okay." He chanted and took some deep breathes. "Oh-my-god! Please stop!" He cried out loud wanting to stop whatever it was. Nothing was there for him to cry about. He was fine just few minutes ago. Why was he crying his eyeballs out?


The door opened but his cries never stopped. He heard a loud thump and the door to their room was bursted open. "Taehyung!" Jungkook panicked and ran to the crying boy. "It's going to be alright. You're going to be alright." He pulled the boy into a hug.


"I'm sorry I wasn't here." He began leaving kisses everywhere he could. "I'm right here now. I love you." He was always prepared for this kinds of situations. All the elder needed to know was that he was there and that he loved him. This had happened so many times before.


"I'm right here, babe. Jungkook is right here." He shushed. "I love you. Jungkook loves you." The boy in his arms didn't stop crying. "It's okay. Cry all you want. Let it all out." Jungkook smoothly rubbed the boy's back. "I'll be right here waiting for you."


"I don't know why am I crying!" Taehyung began shouting between his cries. "I know, I know. Shhh, baby it's okay." The boy underneath him shook his head. "What is wrong with me! Why am I like this?" He began pulling his hair again. Jungkook quickly took the boy's hands away from his hair.


"Nothing's wrong with you. You're okay. Taehyung's okay." Jungkook calmly said. "I'm not. I'm so stupid. I don't even know why am I crying!" He never stopped crying. "I gotchu, you're okay." Jungkook slowly laid the boy down and pulled the blanket over him. "I'll be right here. Let's cuddle okay?" The boy was still sniffing. "I love you, Tae." He kissed the boy's temple and pulled him in a tight hug.


Even when he had been pulled into warm tight hug, his cries didn't stop. "I- I don't want to cry. Please help me!" He fisted Jungkook's shirt. "I'm here, Tae. It's okay. Everything will be okay. You're here, I'm here." The younger boy softly shushed. "Help me stop." He began hitting Jungkook; the other boy letting him.


"Why can't I stop?" He stopped hitting him and sobbed. "Why is it that I cry? Why do I have anxiety? Why is it me?" He cried.


"It's okay, babe." Jungkook went through his hair. "I love you." The crying boy took a deep breathe and pulled away from Jungkook's grip. He stared at Jungkook and began tearing again. Hiding his face in his hands, he turned away from Jungkook.


"You say you love me, but you're probably hating me so much every time I have anxiety attack. You regret ever loving me, don't you?" He whimpered. "No, I don't regret loving you. I have never thought of that. I love you. Baby, look at me."


"No, go away. I want to be alone." The boy sobbed. "You say you want me to go away and that you want to be alone but you don't mean it. I know. Look at me." Taehyung sighed and turned around. Jungkook smiled and leaned in to kiss the boy. He gave him a quick peck and stared at him with a smile. "I love you."

He then pulled the sniffing boy into another hug. "Let's take a nap. After we take nap, we can eat junk food while watching anime." Taehyung chuckled while nodding his head. "Go to sleep." Jungkook kissed his head and closed his eyes.


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a.n: taehyung isn't being dramatic or anything. i don't know why i had wrote this. the time i wrote this, i had anxiety attack and so i wrote it. Instead , I was alone in the rest room trying not to make much noise so that my Fam wouldn't hear because every time i tell them i have anxiety and depressions, they're always like, "someone like you wouldn't have anxiety or depression." and so i don't let them know.

sorry for this. i didn't write this just so people could pity me. i just wanted to share because they don't believe me when i say i have.

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