Stray Kids Minho (Fear of Being Scolded)

                                    

                                          
"Minho, come on. You've been choreographing this dance for a few hours now, this should be so much better than this is right now," one of the choreographers said. What does he mean this should be better than it is? It hasn't even been long and I've already almost finished the choreography of the dance. Is this really not good enough? Should I be going quicker.
                          
"I'm sorry, I'll try and be quicker," I replied, not wanting to upset or anger any of them. That didn't seem to work though as both of the choreographers frowned at me.
                          
"Are you kidding me Lee Minho. This is not good enough, you need to be better. You need to have this finished by next week, end of discussion. This is horrendous," he said before they both walked out of the studio. W-What? Horrendous? I thought I was doing ok, I thought it was good. They were angry with me and scolded me that's how bad I was. God, I can't even make a choreography properly. I didn't even realise I begun to hyperventilate until I felt a small pain in my chest I became aware of just how hard it was to breathe. Shit. I put my hands above my head and took deep breaths to try and calm my breathing but it wasn't working. My hands started to shake and I squeezed my eyes closed, trying my best to take a breath but I couldn't. It's too stuffy in here, it's too hot. I quickly opened the door and rushed out of the room, stumbling slightly as my vision got a little fuzzy. I leaned heavily against a wall, unsure which one it was or where I was but it was all I could do to keep standing. Come on, I need to calm down.
                          
"Minho?"
                          
"Minho, is that you? What's wrong?" I turned my head slightly at the voice but whimpered when my knees gave out.
                          
"MINHO!?"
                          
"Hey, it's ok, Noona is here. Can you tell me what's going on or is it too hard?" I felt gentle hands grab my head and place it in a lap. I whimpered again and shook my head.
                          
"Do you want me to call Channie? I can contact one of the other girls to call him?"
                          
"N-No," I gasped out.
                          
"Ok, that's alright. Do you know who I am?" 
                          
"N-Nayeon Noona," I replied.
                          
"That's good Minho, very good," she replied.
                          
"Can you open your eyes for me," she asked softly. I slowly blinked them open and looked up at her. She was smiling gently at me.
                          
"Hey, that's good. You're doing really well. Is it ok if I touch you hair," she asked gently. I nodded quickly, knowing that it helps calm me down. She gently begun to card her fingers through my hair, gently massaging my head. I finally managed to take a breath and although it wasn't much, it helped. 
                          
"Take your time and just try and take some deep breaths alright. You're ok here, no one is going to walk down here so we have all the time you need," Nayeon said softly.
                          
"C-Can I sit up," I asked. She quickly helped me sit up and lean against the wall, sitting next to me. 
                          
"Just take your time Minho. Let me know if you need help from me ok," she said. I nodded and sniffled, wiping my eyes that were a little watery. I went to grab her hand, hoping it would ground me but I remembered who it was. This wasn't one of the boys, this is a lady who I don't know very well, I can't just grab her hand. Chan knows Twice well, the rest of us only know them in passing.
                          
"Can I hold your hand Noona," I asked shakily.
                          
"Of course," she said with a gentle smile, quickly grabbing my hand in hers. I squeezed it tightly and took a small breath.
                          
"You can rest your head on my shoulder if it makes you feel better," she told me. I quickly did as she said and rested my head on her shoulder, letting my eyes slip closed as I begun to calm down slowly.