THE PAIN OF HEART

Now Jimin alone in his Room...

Jimin’s chest rose and fell rapidly, tears flooding his innocent eyes like a storm. He cried uncontrollably, breath hitching, and cheeks flushed a deep red. The soft sobs turned into painful gasps as his breathing grew heavier—more uneven. It felt like the world was slipping away from him. His heart pounded against his ribs, faster and faster, until he collapsed onto the bed — eyes fluttering shut. His fragile body stilled, unconscious… lost in his own world of pain.

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Meanwhile, in the hallway...

Yoongi stood still. Lost.

His mind spiraled into a maze of regrets and haunting thoughts. He didn’t move, except for the restless tapping of his foot—a silent signal of chaos inside him.

“Hyung…”

A soft voice called out.

No response.

“Hyung… are you okay?”

It was Tea, standing near him, concern written all over his innocent face. Yoongi didn’t hear him, still trapped in his thoughts.

“Hyung!”

Finally, Yoongi blinked and snapped out of it, meeting Tea’s worried eyes.

“Oh… Tea, I… I was just thinking about practice,” he replied with a weak gummy smile.

(But that wasn’t the truth… and his smile couldn’t hide it.)

“Awww, hyung. Don’t stress so much, nothing happened,” Tea said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes… yes, Tea,” Yoongi nodded, slowly walking toward his room.

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Downstairs…

Jin, who had just finished his work, approached Tea.

“Tea, baby, go call Jimin. We’re already late for shopping,” Jin said with a gentle smile.

Tea nodded, “Yes, hyung, I’ll call him! Then we can go shopping~” he giggled playfully.

“Alright, I’ll go call Kookie and the others,” Jin added.

Tea made his way to Jimin’s room.

“Mochi!” he called sweetly from outside.

No response.

He called again, “Mochiii, open the door!”

Still no response.

Now Tea’s voice turned tense. “Jimin? Are you hearing me? Come on, we’re waiting for you!”

Still nothing. His heart started racing.

“I’m coming inside, Jimin,” he whispered, fear gripping him.

He opened the door—

And froze.

His eyes widened in horror, lips parting in shock, tears already welling up.

Jimin laid there… unconscious.

“M-Mochi!!” Tea screamed and ran to him, gathering Jimin into his lap.

“Mochi! Open your eyes! Please, open your eyes! Jimin!!!” he cried, voice shaking. His tears rolled freely down his cheeks, panic flooding his voice.

He hugged Jimin’s still body, patting his face, praying he’d wake up. “Please… please, open your eyes!”

Tea screamed so loud that it shook the house.

Downstairs, the others heard him and rushed up in a panic.

They burst into the room—

And stopped.

Everyone was frozen by the sight: Jimin unconscious in Tea’s arms, and Tea sobbing uncontrollably.

Jin rushed forward, taking Jimin carefully and laying him on the bed. He pulled Tea into a hug, whispering softly to calm him.

“Kookie, call the doctor!” Namjoon’s voice cracked with urgency.

“I’m calling now,” Kookie replied, already dialing.

Jin gently stroked Tea’s hair. “Shhh… baby, don’t cry. He’s okay… shhh…”

But Tea only cried harder, gripping Jin tightly.

“Hyung… w-why isn’t he waking up…? Why won’t he call me… or hug me back…?” he whimpered through sobs.

Namjoon and Jin shared a heartbroken look. Tea’s pain was visible… raw… pure.

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Soon, the doctor arrived.

Jin helped calm Tea as the doctor checked Jimin. Everyone held their breath.

After a few moments, the doctor stood and said, “He had a panic attack… but he’s stable now. He’ll wake up in a few hours. Please don’t worry.”

The room fell silent.

“A panic attack…?” Namjoon repeated softly, shaken.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Kookie said and walked him out.

Tea, who had stopped crying for a moment, suddenly broke down again. Jin quickly wrapped his arms around him, comforting him like a child.

Namjoon came forward and gently cupped Tea’s face.

“Tea… baccha, look at me,” he said calmly.

“See? Doctor said he’s okay now. You’re strong, right? You’re our brave baby.”

Tea nodded weakly, wiping his tears on his sleeves. “Yes… I’m strong. I’m not weak. Not when my soulmate needs me,” he whispered, holding Jimin’s hand tightly.

Jin and Namjoon exchanged a soft smile.

“Yes, now let him rest, okay?” Namjoon said, standing up.

“Come, Tea. Let’s go,” Jin added, patting his shoulder.

Tea hesitated. He didn’t want to leave.

But he knew Jimin needed peace.

He leaned down, kissed Jimin’s hand gently, and walked away with heavy steps.

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At the staircase...

Yoongi was about to go downstairs when he heard Kookie’s serious voice from below.

Tea and Namjin had come down, while Kookie returned from dropping the doctor off.

Kookie’s expression was heavy.

“The doctor said…” he paused, “this was his first panic attack. But if it happens again, it could be dangerous. He gave me medicine. We have to take care of him now.”

The atmosphere shifted.

Everyone’s expressions turned pale. Tea slumped on the couch, overwhelmed.

Yoongi stood further away, but he heard everything.

“Panic attack…” those words echoed in his ears.

Something triggered deep in his heart.

He didn’t wait. Not even a second.

He ran back upstairs—straight to Jimin’s room.

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Back in the room...

Yoongi’s eyes landed on Jimin.

Peacefully sleeping. Unmoving.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed.