The world has fallen into the hands of greed and chaos and no one knows what to do. It's as though they are being punished by the God they once played.
The punishment for delving into higher powers man was not meant to touch. The punishment for the...
When I was a child my mother often reminded me stories in mythology. I had a certain fascination with it and asked her to read them to me every night.
I often found myself drawn to the story of the man who knew nothing but greed. The king of gold whose, once a blessed power that served him his desires, turned into a living nightmare that cursed him for eternity.
The story of king Midas reminded me of them. They both played with things beyond their own comprehension. I guess you could say that us humans are all the same.
Even now I think about the king of gold.
How much I remind myself that every now and then I let him take over.
And after I am left with the consequences.
Minhos POV:
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I wanted to leave. The stinging in my ears and the burning in my chest didn't leave. Being stuck in the same room as my brother didn't help.
When the announcement was made I felt the anxiety I tried to hide spike. I needed to go home. Be in my safe place.
But when I say what was on the other side of that door I felt like I was staring at my nightmare itself. I could hear my heart drumming in my ears. Their panicked shouts drowned out but the overwhelming feeling that clogged up my throat.
I swallowed it down. Like toxic bile that threatened to leak out of my lips, I swallowed it harshly down.
My hands began to slightly shake but i clenched them hard.I couldn't have them notice. I would rather die than show vulnerability to any of these lowlifes. Especially the one I call my brother.
End of Minhos POV (for now)
The creature began banging on the door letting a series of groans filter through the door. Jeongin shrieked before curtly ducking under the table still watching the banging corpse.
"What the fuck is that?!" Hyunjin almost leapt from his seat on the cabinet, nearly knocking down Chan who had stood up from the horrified feeling that sunk in his stomach.
Seungmin didn't say anything but slowly walk towards the door with a vague curiosity. He swerved round his frozen classmate and came face to face with the raging beast. He brought a hand out and reached his finger to tap on the glass.
The monster reacted almost immediately, it's chewed up tongue lolling out to lick the glass.
"What are you doing you fucking psycho??" Jisung ran and pulled seungmin away by his jacket only to receive a harsh tug and look.
"Don't fucking touch me Han." Jisung only ignored seungmins threatening tone and shoved him. The rest only stared at the still wild creature with an emotion that can only be described as horror.
"Do you have a deathwish Kim? We don't know what the hell that is and you think it's smart to provoke it?" Jisung scratched his neck aggravated as he stared up at the stoic expression of the brunette.
"Fuck off. Mind your business and—" he didn't even finish his sentence when Chan was screaming almost panicked by another thud. He turned to see another bloody creature, another girl whose face was mashed up beyond recognition.
"I want to go home." Hyunjin whined as he placed his hands in his hair, hard enough to tear it out.
Felix had found himself on the opposite side of the classroom now with his eyes trained on the new arrivals outside.
Changbin was quick to act as he pushed down any fear he may have had. " quickly pull the curtains to the windows and doors. We can't attract more of whatever those are."
Chan and Jeongin were quick to follow, pulling the red curtains to cover their existence in the classroom to anyone outside. The room filled with the tense realisation of how dire this has become.
They expected a normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary. But not everything goes how you want or Atleast expect it to.
Minhos POV It was coming. It was rising fast. Like a bucket of water filled to the brim that with the slightest nudge would overfill and spill. This just so happened to be the nudge that send everything crashing.
I could see the black dots in my vision as I held onto my head. I could hear the voice in my head begging that it wasn't the right time. In a room full of narcissistic strangers of all times.
My breathing was quickening and before I knew it I was collapsed on the floor holding my knees to my chest. Felix was the first to notice unfortunately. As much as we hated each other he knew my tendencies. Apart of him never left me to fend these off alone and apart of me was grateful for that.
Their voices were muffled as they began to crowd me. All I know is that as soon as my eyes caught sight of the music storage room, I had bolted through them before slamming and locking the door.
"Minho!? Open the door." His low voice almost sounded concerned as he spoke through the door. The stubborn part of me told me it wasn't there and he wasn't even the slightest concerned.This couldn't possibly be happening now of all times.
"What's going on with him?" Seungmin sounded uninterested. I wasn't surprised. He was a selfish prick after all.
"He is having an anxiety attack asshole it's obvious." Jisung remarked, clear irritation show even through the door. I laid my head on the door, whilst I tried to calm my breathing but It didn't slow.
"I know you hate me but come out Minho." Felix knocked on the wood of the door but was answered with silence.
I began to claw at my neck as though to release the suffocating feeling I had been subjected to. I hated this vulnerable side of me. The recurring nightmare just wouldn't leave. I had spent what? 30 minutes with these people and I was forced to show one of my biggest insecurities. How embarrassing.
I shut my eyes and bit my lip to stop any pathetic sobs that threatened to come out. God why now.
"Minho can you come? Um I don't really know you... but I do know how hard it is to struggle with anxiety." I couldn't place the voice to the person but I knew they held the same vulnerability as I did. Speaking from experience? "If you come out we can try and work through it. We aren't all friends but if we are forced together under these circumstances then we have to make the best of it"
I didn't make a move to open the door. I listened to their voices through the door.
Apart of me enjoyed this comfort. Maybe it was wrong of me to feel happy that someone tried to show me care even though we are strangers. I found my drumming heart halt to a relaxed pace. Even though I felt it was only the beginning of a long nightmare it was nice to feel a sense of comfort only for a bit.
As the voice spoke to me through the door in a comforting manner, I allowed myself to be greedy enough to take any care I could get.
It's nice to be selfish once in a while.
AN: Poor minho. Suffering an anxiety attack in a room full of strangers. Man I would die. Why does he suffer from nightmares? Is he hiding something?
Well I guess You'll have to find out. Also this does move a little fast but I promise it won't be easy to connect these relationships and friendships. It's hard to try and connect such closed off ppl together ngl but I'll try my best.
