Jungkook's morning began like any other; he woke up early, sunlight streaming through the curtains, and his mind buzzing with the promise of a new day. He groaned as he stretched himself and hopped out of bed, got dressed, and joined his fellow members in the kitchen for breakfast.

"Morning, guys," he greeted them with a bright smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Jimin noticed.

Of course, he did.

"Morning, baby" Jimin replied, eyeing him with concern. "You look a bit tired, are you okay?"

Seokjin turned away from the sink to stare at their maknae and commented, "you look like you haven't completed your sleep."

Jungkook nodded, taking Seokjin's comment, not wanting them to worry about him.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just didn't sleep well last night."

"Why so?" Taehyung asked, mouth full and Yoongi's face crumpled into one of disgust.

"For fucks sake, how many times have we told you. Chew first and swallow, then talk!"

Taehyung chewed quickly and swallowed his food in one huge gulp.

"Why didn't you get proper sleep?" The second youngest asked again.

"Was Namjoon snoring too loud?" Hobi asked with a chuckle.

"Hey, I wasn't!" Namjoon protested.

Seokjin rolled his eyes, "Oh, please. You snore like a goddamn chainsaw that can be heard all the way up to my room."

"No, I don't," Namjoon cried.

Jimin lightly touched Jungkook's hand, not paying any heed to the chaos at the table. His concerned eyes met Jungkook's.

"I'm okay," promised Jungkook, lightly squeezing the other's hand to assure him he was fine.

Jimin didn't buy it, but he knew better than to push so he just nodded.

Jungkook turned his attention back to his plate, trying his best to ignore the slight prick in his chest.

Why am I feeling like this? It's just another day. Get a grip over yourself, Jungkook.

Throughout the morning, he went about his tasks diligently. He rehearsed the choreography, attended meetings, and worked on songs.

But as the hours passed, a subtle unease began to creep over him. It was like an invisible weight settling on his chest, making it harder to breathe.

It wasn't bad but it was more manual as though if he didn't force himself to take a breath, he'd be left gasping for air.

During their lunch break, Hoseok approached him.

"You sure you're okay, Jungkook? You seem a bit off today."

Jungkook hesitated, then nodded.

"Yeah, just stressed about our upcoming performance. I'll be fine."

"Ah, Jungkookie. You have nothing to feel stressed about. You're working so hard and you're doing so great already.

Jungkook gave him a soft smile as the older patted him on the back.

"Thank you hyung," came the genuine response.

But the anxiety continued to gnaw at him. He watched the clock, willing the day to pass quickly. He didn't want to burden his members with his irrational fears and worries. It all felt so silly and insignificant.

As evening descended, Jungkook's anxiety reached its peak. He found himself retreating to his room, shutting the door behind him. His heart pounded in his chest, and his thoughts raced uncontrollably. He didn't understand why he felt this way.

Later that evening, back at their house, Taehyung knocked on his door.

"Jungkook, wanna play overwatch?"

Jungkook wiped away a stray tear and opened the door with a forced smile. "I'm tired today. Maybe tomorrow?"

Taehyung entered, concern etched on his face. "You okay? You never turn down an opportunity to play overwatch."

Jungkook's throat tightened, but he couldn't bring himself to admit his struggles. "Yes, Tae. All is good. I'm just tired. That's all."

Hours passed, and as the night grew darker, Jungkook's anxiety only intensified. He couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom, the irrational fears that crowded his mind.

Am I going crazy? This is ridiculous. I can't let them see me like this.

It made no sense. There was nothing that had triggered it, yet there he was, drowning, struggling to breathe.

Finally, unable to hold back the tears any longer, he stumbled out of his room and into the living area, where Jimin was sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone.

Jimin looked up when he heard the sound of footsteps and gasped when he saw Jungkook's tear-stained face. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Jungkook could barely speak through his sobs.

"I don't know, Jimin. I'm so scared, and I can't breathe. I can't handle this."

Without hesitation, Jimin opened his arms wide, and Jungkook fell into them, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline. Jimin held him close, murmuring soothing words and stroking his hair. His hands ran up and down Jungkook's trembling back as a promise that he was right there by his side.

"It's okay, baby. You're safe with me. Your mimi is here. You're okay. You're not alone. I'm here for you," Jimin whispered, pressing light kisses to his forehead.

Held in Jimin's arms, Jungkook felt as though he could breathe better. He stayed in his lover's warm embrace, soaking up his words of comfort, letting himself fall apart in them and trusting his boyfriend to piece him back together after it all.

Away from their eyes, another watched them. A small smile on his face as he caught the two lovers in their soft act.

Yoongi shook his head fondly and crept away silently, leaving the two lovers together in the pleasant silence of the room.

The end!