Phobia

Author’s POV

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“No, this can’t be happening.” he muttered, shaking his head and tried to open the door but fails. “Is anyone out there?! Open the door, we’re locked!” he yelled, banging his hands on the door creating a noise in hope that someone would hear it and come to open up the door. He yelled out for help for how many times but still no one hears it. “Sh*t.” He cursed under his breath leaning his head on the door for a few seconds before leaning back and turned to you with a blaming face, sighing due to frustration. Why is he blaming you for this when he's the one who dragged you here? you glare at him.

You only see each other’s silhouettes because of the light that came from the hole of the broken tinted glass window that’s from the upper parts of the wall near the ceiling. This is not good. You have to open up the door before your phobia attacks you.

“No, move away. I’ll try again.” You said between your hitching breathe. Damn, you're starting to get trouble in breathing. You could feel your chest tightening and felt yourself getting lightheaded. You hate it. You hate how you feel the symptoms of your phobia, your biggest weakness which is called Nyctophobia or the fear of darkness. You pushed him away as you try to open the door once again hoping to get yourself out of the darkness as soon as possible before your phobia fully attacks you but still fail to open the door.

“Stop it, it’s no use.” he muttered feeling, annoyed by the sound of your hands banging on the door but you just ignored his words and kept doing your business. “You can’t open the door, it’s locked.” He almost yelled at you but you ignored him again. “I said stop it!” he pull you away from the door by grabbing your wrist and right at that moment your stomach started to feel upset as your sweat also started to form and felt a sudden cold flashing in your body. You're starting to feel scared.

“L-Let go of me,” you breathe out, struggling to catch your breathe, you clutched your chest as felt it getting more tight and starting to ache like it have been pierced by a knife. He looked at you confusingly as he noticed your sudden change of behaviour. “I said let m—ah!” a yelp escaped from you as you felt your chest getting more painful that made you hold on to his forearm for support when your legs starts to get weak. Seeing you in a state like that made him frown in concern and held your other arm to support you well from standing.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” he concernly asked and lifted up your face with his hand so you can look at him only to be met by your tears glistening in your eyes. You're crying. “Hey, tell me what’s wrong? Why are you acting like that? Don’t scare me.” he sound worried, you opened your mouth to speak but your voice won’t come out, you grope your pocket as you look for your inhaler but it’s not there and it hits you, you forgot to bring your inhaler with you.

“I can’t breathe…” you managed to force out and his eyes widen at your words.

“What?! Why? Do you have an Asthma? Do you have an inhaler with you?” he panic, looking around the room as his eyes searching for your bag and there he spotted it on the floor. He pulled you along with him towards your bag and started to look through it, seeing if you have an inhaler or not but he found nothing. “Sh*t!” he cursed and his head jerked to your direction when he heard you yelped again in pain, your legs give up on you making your body land to the floor but Namjoon quickly catched you on your waist.

“Light…Please, I need light…”with those words, realization hits him as he finally understands now what’s happening to you, you’re having a phobia attack.

“You have a Nyctophobia?” he immediately pulled out his phone to turn on his flashlight but his phone shuts down as it’s out of battery. “damn, why this time?” He mentally slapped his self for not charging it before he left the house. Following the light from the small hole that came from the window, an idea popped in his mind and carefully made you sit on the floor and leaned your body to the wall facing you towards the window before finding something hard material. He threw it to the window, fully breaking the tinted glass, letting the sunlight light the room and you.

“I made it, are you okay now—“ his words cut off the moment he turned his head and saw you already passed out on your spot. Oh no. His eyes widen again, running to you and crouched down to your level. “Hey, hey, wake up!” he lightly slapped your face to wake you up. But you didn’t causing him to gasped in fear thinking that you might have died from a phobia attack, he quickly held your wrist as he check your pulse there and let out a big sigh of relief when he felt it still working.

He sit next to you, leaning his head on the wall, closing his eyes as he take a breathe to calm himself while thinking of what he have done to you. He regret it. The day he kissed you, he regret it. Today he hurt you and almost killed you, he regret it. His conscience hit him like a truck. He felt too bad for it. He didn't expect a brave girl like you have this kind of phobia. The thought of it made him start to wonder if hoe did you get it? He knows a person will only have this kind of phobia if he/she will be involved in a traumatizing event.

What happened to you? He looked to his side to see your face. Staring at it, he just came noticed that you look prettier without the thick glasses, his eyes travel up to your now messy hair that he pulled during the fight that made him mentally facepalms himself, realizing how harsh he was to you. The first girl he had fought with. He never pick a fight with a girl before, not even once. It’s just that you’re the only girl surprisingly who’s not scared of him, who could dare to talk back to him, slapped him, and embarrassed him in front of his friends that made him angry and lose his sanity as you stepped on his pride.

As much as he hates you, he admit to himself that he’s impressed at your braveness even though you know that you’re no match with him when it comes to strength, you know you’re too weak to fight him but still you did. He reached out his hand to your now broken hair tie that’s still hanging on your hair and remove it, causing your brown smooth hair fall down to your chest level naturally just like in those shampoo commercials on TV which seems like slow motion for him.

She’s pretty. She could be the Campus Queen if she’ll join the Campus Queen Contest in BTS University. He thought before shrugging off those thoughts away, scooting closer to you and made your head lean to his shoulder so you won’t get a stiff neck when you wake up.

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