|| A familiar feeling ||

                                    

                                          
I was exhausted, but no one listened to me. I felt like I was alone.
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"I'll be right there. You go ahead." Jimin sighed and followed him. 
He sighed again as he walked closer to the table. Everyone was whispering things to eachother, and when he showed up, they stopped. Great. What are they saying about me now ?  He thought.
Jimin Held his tears and sat down in the farthest spot possible from hoseok. The food was being served. It looked delicious, but he doesn't have appetite anymore. He tried to open his mouth a few times to apologize, again, but nothing came out. He was tongue tied. He was not okay. It was a lot. He was at the edge of having a mental breakdown right here and now. All of this wouldn't have happened if I didn't just-- 
"Jimin!" 
"Huh?" He said looking at the voice that interrupted his thoughts. It was Jin.
"What's on your mind bro ? We have been calling you for hours."Jin smiled, and Jimin looked around and they were all looking at him, eyebrows raised.
"Oh sorry I was uh...i--"
"Whatever, just eat. The food will get cold."
"Oh...yeah..." He sighed looking down at his plate, -a bowl of spicy steaming ramyun and perfectly steamed and cooked pork belly- ,and he kept staring at it. 
Normally, Jimin would eat like, half that pork, and a bit of ramyun, but now that its not him that's Cooking, he can't eat like how he's been eating for the past few months. It was hard enough to pretend to eat the food Jin made at home, and now, they'll see. They'll think he's disgusting. He didn't want that. Plus, he doesn't have appetite at all right now. 
Few minutes had passed and Jimin kept playing with his food and no one noticed. Yaay they didn't notice...
they... didn't notice.... Are they still mad? Are they ignoring me ? What if they noticed but they don't care ? What if.... What if....  
He couldn't help but overthink everything, but how can he not? He started breathing heavily. He couldn't continue thinking straight. He could hear them laughing and talking, but it's like their voices are fading slowly. It started getting hot. Really hot. The boy was sweating. His heart beating at an insane rate. What's happening... His vision started getting blurry slowly, and black started taking over his vision,  starting form the corners. He couldn't feel oxygen anymore. He couldn't breath. It's crowded here. He... Can't...  
"Guys..." Jimin said with shaky and faded voice, trying his best to keep his eyes open.
He wasn't aware that his voice could barely be heard between all the laughs. He kept calling for help, until he gave up. His heavy body, his blurry vision and his struggle to breath. It was too much. He felt his ears ringing very loudly and his friends couldn't do much. He couldn't do much. Jimin thought it's another anxiety attack or even a panic attack, but this felt different. He had been getting those since he started overthinking everything. Is he dying? He forced himself to get up and go to the rest room. He tried so hard not to close his eyes. He knew he could faint any moment and he didn't want the others to see him like this. He didn't want to be interviewed by the others. He wanted to keep his image as the strong, happy, flirty Jimin between the members. The Jimin they can count on, the Jimin they can talk and cry to. The cheerful Jimin, the innocent Jimin.
He stood up, barely, and he wanted the others to know that he was in the bathroom so no one would follow him.
"Bathroom" he said with a louder voice so they could hear him this time. They all looked at him and nodded as Jimin tried to sprint to the bathroom.
Once he was there, he closed the door and collapsed on the floor. Trying to breath, but no air was entering. Or at least he felt so, he didn't know. He hoped not. I can breath, I can. If I couldn't, then I would have been dead, right ? He thought as he kept hoping to feel air. It was tiering. He crawled to the sink and tried to get up and wash his face, but his legs couldn't take it anymore. He fell again. He moved to the corner and took of his jacket. He was hot. It felt like he would explode in any second. He was sweating more intense now. Tears streaming down his face, whole body shaking. He wanted this to stop. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, holding his body together to stop it from shaking. He glanced at his pale shakey hands, closing them after. He balled his them, knuckles turning white and fingertips digging through his palm. He couldn't stop until he saw blood- no, that's not true. He didn't stop. He kept the fore, hoping it would stop the shaking. 
Why is this not over yet ? It usually doesn't take that much time. How long has been here ? Has it been to long?.. or too little ? Jimin clearly didn't know.
He kept mumbling random words to himself to make sure he can still hear him, but his eyes failed him. He felt his body relax, not in a good way, and his eyes close, his head now in the floor. With his hair sticking to his forehead from all the sweat and his clothes stuck and soaked to his body. Forcing himself to try and get up, he ended up failing. He felt that he could go right through the ground from how heavy his body felt. He didn't like what he felt.... Or ... He didn't feel anything. Yes, he couldn't feel it anymore.
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Hey people that made it till here. 
I am sorry if you relate to this. Angsty, bUt it makes the story better right ? There's gotta be drama. 
Jim-out.