"I bullied you for some freaking three years! Why... Why are you doing all this for me...?
"Because the love you invested in our relationship for seven years is beyond those three years of pain... I'll do anything to bring you back, bestie..."
Jungk...
TW: panic attack (in between mild and moderate), ragging.
A little reference for korean words: 1. Sunbae-nim: a very polite way to address a senior at school/workplace. 2. Hyung: older male (you as a younger male) 3. Noona: older female (you as a younger male)
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"But these voices, these strange noises They followed me in here" _____
Jungkook
Run!
Run!
Run Jungkook!
I bashed into the boys washroom and locked it from inside, panting so loudly as though my heart was beating outside the ribcage. I leaned forward and hunched over the sink with my eyes shut tightly, blocking any possible light rays to pass through.
My insides were trembling vigorously, nausea overtaking the remaining sane portion of my brain. I wanted to puke my guts out. I wanted to bang my head against the wall nonstop till every past memory was vanished.
The man I was head over heels for, the man I had almost got control over, had been thrown away by me for no reason. He didn't do anything I had an issue with. Above all, it was me who initiated it.
What went wrong?
"Kookie... Kookie~ C'mon boy."
"Tsk tsk... Can't you even bear this much?"
"Arghhh... SHUT UP!" I heard that feminine voice again, playing over and over in my head and transforming into a piercing headache.
"Noona, it hurts! IT HURTS!"
Horrendous screams and devilish laughter was what followed that painfully sweet voice. I felt the world was spinning, dizziness spreading to every corner of my brain. I couldn't feel my weight, limbs turning cold as ice and I was about to collapse when suddenly, I heard water flushing through somewhere and the click sound of one of the cubicles being unlocked.
"Ugh... I shouldn't have eaten too- AHH!!!" somebody screeched at the top of their lungs as if they were traumatised by my presence.
To my surprise, it gradually, though in an very subtle manner, began overriding the painful series of unpleasant sounds which were blasting in my mind, turning down the volume point by point. The cloud of terror and pain stopped growing further, bringing the build-up of agonising symptoms to a halt.
