trigger warning: panic attack and mentions of depression

Y/N knocked on the door. Her continuous thumps created deep vibrations in the door. She had been standing outside Oakley's house for the past thirty minutes. She raised her hand to knock again when the door cracked open.

Y/N pushed past the door. She gasped at the sight of his living state. Dishes piled high in the sink. An empty take-out container sat on the table. The trash hadn't been taken out in days.

"Are you okay? I been calling you all week." Y/N entered his bedroom calling out to him.

Oakley groaned under the covers. Y/N pulled on the blanket revealing his face. He looked like shit. Y/N sat near him on the messy bed. She rubbed his back in support. Oakley rubbed his tired eyes.

"You know I work." He mumbled trying to fight for the blanket.

"You need to pace yourself. I know you want to stay relevant but what about your mental?" Y/N asked in the most tamed voice ever. She didn't wanna set him off.

He rolled over facing away from her, "If I don't make music then I don't make money."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "But now the money is making you. It's got control over you. And this is why you look a mess right now."

Y/N pulled on him dragging him out of bed. She pushed him into the shower while she tried to fix up his flat. She started with the trash pushing everything that she could throw out into the bag. It weighed more than her but she didn't care.

Y/N could hear the shower water running and smiled. She then opened up the window letting the fresh air in. She scrubbed the dishes and cleaned the counters. By the time Oakley came out with sweats and no shirt on she had transformed his place.

"How'd I do?" She asked cleaning her hands off.

He nodded leaning against the kitchen counters, "Good. Thank you."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked looking at him from across the room.

He shook his head before closing his eyes. She could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyebrows squinted as he leaned forward gasping for air. Y/N ran over to him in a panic.

"Oak? What's going on?" Y/N made him sit on the floor next to her.

"Can't breathe." He choked out feeling tears spring from his eyes.

Y/N placed her warm hand on his chest, "I'm here. Be here with me, okay? Breathe in breathe out. Repeat."

Y/N mimicked the calm breathing and he followed. He eyed her but decided to trust her. She watched as Cee took a deep breath in and out. A few minutes passed and his breathing was back to normal.

Y/N made him lay in her lap. He hugged her waist enjoying the calm feeling. Y/N ran her hands through his hair while she sang lyrics to his favorite songs.

"I'm sorry." He murmured.

"It's okay. You had a panic attack."

"It's just I've been stressed about my career, my life, everything. It keeps my mind racing all the time. I can't get a break." He vented to her feeling his chest lighten.

"Mhm, I know. Your feelings are valid. How about we take a trip to someplace warm? Off the grid? Just me and you?" Y/N asked watching for his reaction.

He smiled slightly, "Yeah, that sounds fantastic."

"Don't scare me like that again." Y/N plucked his nose finally earning a laugh from him.

"I won't. I promise."

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