Warnings: Sad boi hours , hurt/comfort, depressed (Y/N), body image issues, almost anxiety attack???, cussing
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Depression was a constant state of being. A constant level of low that had three layers. Dim, gray and light. Most days you floated on light. Nothing was wrong on those days, but nothing was good. You smiled without having to force it, but it wasn't exactly happy. Today though...today was a dim day. You woke up in the morning and you just didn't want to get up. Now it wasn't like anything had necessarily caused you to feel this way. It was just something that happened. Think of it as a ocean. You are stuck on a raft in the middle of the ocean and sometimes the water is calm and beautiful and nice to look at. Some days its monotone and gray. And other days it stormed. It stormed and shook the little raft the only thing keeping you steady and afloat. It rocked and threatened to tip and throw you off. Sometimes you did get thrown off. Sometimes you almost drowned. But there was always a rope there. Always someone there to hold that rope and keep you steady. Someone there to pull you back up out of the dark and away from the freezing cold. All you had to do was call out for help. But it was a little hard when your lungs were filled with water.
So you forced yourself out of bed. You forced yourself to take a shower and brush your teeth and look presentable for your day. You forced yourself to go to work and to hangout with your friends like you'd planned just yesterday. You forced a smile on your lips when customers smiled at you. It didn't reach your eyes though. You were so tired. You wanted to sleep. Sleep and never wake up. You wanted to isolate yourself. Hide away, leave reality for a while. Get lost in your own world. Get lost in the gray storm that rocked your little raft. But at the same time you wanted comfort. You wanted to be held and you wanted to be rocked and babied. You knew any one of your friends could and would, without hesitation, give it to you. They'd cuddle you into oblivion, yet somehow you didn't want it from them. Your fickle mind was trying to trick you.
You sighed and stepped out of the car. You knew when you actually saw your friends you wouldn't regret it. Maybe some drinks would help. It's loosen up your mind and your muscles and your tongue. You wanted-no-needed to talk to someone. You opened the door to the restaurant and was briefly overwhelmed by all the noises and the sheer size of the place. It was a nice restaurant. It only allowed in people with reserved seating and waiters dressed in crisp white outfits milling around. It was a white and gold theme and for a second you were sure you accidentally walked all the up to Mount Olympus.
You cleared your mind and breathed deeply trying not to let all the stimulation get to you. Your friend Taehyung had reserved seating the other day so the table should already be down on the list. You asked the person standing up front about a reservation for Mr. Kim Taehyung and she informed you that your friends had already arrived. You were lead across the marble floors to a small table in the back of the restaurant. It sat next to a small indoor water fountain and some pretty potted plants. Your gaze flicked to the three others sitting at the table and you smiled your first genuine smile since you woke up this morning. Your boys knew exactly where to sit you at the table and exactly where to sit in the restaurant so that you'd be comfortable.
The seat next to your best friend and oh so obvious crush was open. The waiter stopped in front of the table and offered you a short 'good day' before departing. Your friends immediately looked up and the first thing your eyes caught was that of a small boxy grin, then the wide eyes of your resident baby bunny, and last the happy squinting eyes of that crush of yours.
"(Y/N)-noona! Hi, don't worry we haven't ordered yet. We were waiting for you." Taehyung spat out rapidly. He very much reminded you of a puppy. He was so excitable. These boys were your heart and your heart knew it. Your depression didn't fuck around when they were here. You felt the mental exhaustion and the residual numbness of your day melt away. Jimin stood up to let you slide into the booth. You scooted over till you were across the table from Jungkook and nodded in appreciated when the maknae handed you a menu. Jimin slid in after you and shifted so his arm rested across the back of the booth behind you.
