#PANIC ATTACKS

[multifandominfj]

I’m still thinking about this scene. Seeing Marta have a panic attack was raw and jarring. And though I haven’t been in her situation…I do know how she feels. It sucks. Feeling all the air leave your lungs, heart rate sky rocketing, forgetting how to breathe. Hands and face feel like pins and needles. It feels like you’re not in control of your body, and grounding it back to reality is hard.

Brava to Marta for making us who have panic attacks and anxiety attacks feel seen. Marvelous acting, like always.

[incognitopolls]

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[goldenjuniper]

hold on to each other

[desultory-suggestions]

It’s easy to feel invisible, but if you disappeared so many people would notice and care. The neighbors who always see you walk by, the shop owner or the cashier at your grocery store, the dog next door that likes to bark at you, the person at work or school who’s still working up the courage to talk to you, the friends you think forgot about you when you lost track of each other, the babysitter you had when you were four. You have touched a million lives in perfect little ways. Do not underestimate your importance in this world, you deserve to be here and you are wanted here.

[autiebiographical]

Listening to my brain usually brings me to similar conclusions.

[furiousgoldfish]

Traumatized people are often advised to 'keep it under control' and 'find a way to contain it', and I always felt it was a fault of mine, if I freak out, or panic, or have an anxiety attack, or can't stop shaking or shivering. Now that I no longer have extreme bouts of panic, I'm starting to understand how much fear, panic and pain I contain within myself every day.

If I'm in a place that makes me anxious, I stay still, I do nothing. If I'm panicking, I will modify my behavior to the point where nobody around me will be able to see and realize that I'm panicking, I will seem happy, and pleasing. If I'm experiencing intense rage or frustration, I will shut down and won't respond or interact with anyone until I figure out what is a reasonable and logical thing to do. I am containing everything, constantly. And it's only a part of what I've been containing and keeping under control, I used to contain terror every day. I am used to circumstances where I had to act normal under threat of violence, threat to my life, every single day. I had to walk around like nothing is wrong while I was dissociating so heavily I couldn't tell if the world was even real. I was blaming myself if there was a momentary lapse of control, if the panic I was containing for months leaked out of me a little. The thought of not being able to keep it down terrified me.

I blamed myself for not being able to keep mountains of fear, grief, anger and panic under a guise, which a human being is not supposed to do. Our reactions of fear, panic and rage are there in order to point out that something is deeply wrong, that we're unsafe, that our circumstances need to change and we need safety, now. Keeping that shit contained and controlled is trying to bypass human instincts, fighting against human nature, and I did that, we all did that, because it was the only thing we were ever told to do with it. We'd be punished for anything else, threatened for any other kind of response that isn't containing and keeping it down.

And now when keeping it down is no longer humanely possible, because we did it for so long we wore our entire spirits down, now we get told we need to do more of it? More of pretense that things are fine, more of guilt and shame for not managing to be a closed human container of panic and pain? We were never supposed to keep that much in. Keeping all that inside and learning to control myself taught me to be what I am right now, keeping any inconvenient emotion down only so I could break down in private, or try to keep it down indefinitely, because I don't know any other way to live anymore. Fighting against my own instincts and fawning at others is just who I am now, and it's not who I'm supposed to be. Panic is supposed to be loud and alarming, pain is supposed to be heard, people are supposed to react with offering safety and change of circumstances that led to this. Not telling the scared, pained and panicked people to 'keep it down'.

[kades-whump-stuff]

recovering Whumpee prompts

Whumpee who NEEDS to see everything around them. They will not let anyone, even Caretaker, walk behind them, they sit or stand with their back to a wall if possible. They're always looking behind them, constantly expecting Whumper there, even if it's just subconsciously.

Whumpee who makes themself as small as possible. They know their posture is taking a hit, but they draw in all of their limbs and hunch over in an attempt to be as small as possible. They're most comfortable this way.

Whumpee who has periods of time where they lose speech - partially or totally. During these, if they want or need something, they find it difficult or impossible to ask for it, and god forbid someone ask them about Whumper.

Whumpee who dissociates - their eyes grow unfocused at times and they always look confused or lost. They mindlessly follow Caretaker wherever they go, even when they're completely out of it.

Whumpee who has lost touch with their own self and feelings, and who notices that their breathing and heartbeat are speeding up. They notice their symptoms of having, say, a panic attack, too late to stop the effects.

Whumpee who has to be their own caretaker, whether that means stitching up their own wounds while biting on their wallet, or forcing themself up and out of bed in the morning.

[oatmealdaydreams]

Thinking about Fiddlestan but with Fiddleford struggling with an amnesia episode and Stan helping him out.

Major hurt/comfort, plenty of angst implications of what damage the memory gun does to Fiddleford, and plenty of comfort via 1980s Fiddlestan (bc I say so). Let's say Fiddleford is struggling through an episode where he forgets who Stan is, forgets what the shack/Mystery Shack is, and has a panic. He struggles with massive anxiety on a daily basis, because, y'know, I'm projecting, and so him having panic attacks isn't a new thing. So this is a very fucked-up episode Fiddleford is going through, and once he's out of it and back to the present and such, he feels so bad about the fact that he forgot Stan. He cries, he pleads, he's so sorry, he didn't mean to forget him, please don't leave--

And then Stan is there, a steady presence, helping him calm down because he can't blame Fiddleford for having fucked-up memory problems. He can't blame him for feeling so scared and unsafe that he felt a literal memory gun was the only way to cope. He can't ever blame Fiddleford for what he went through, especially since it's not his fault that he experienced terrifying things.

So, Stan helps him breathe, calms him down, and they rest on the couch together. He reassures Fiddleford that he's not going anywhere, it's not his fault that he forgets people sometimes, he doesn't have anything to apologize for, it's okay, why not watch some weird knock-off TV shows that only Gravity Falls has as a nice distraction? Maybe he can talk about how dumb some of the sci-fi shit is or how inaccurate the portrayals of Southern folk are in popular media.

And, yeah, hurt/comfort with an amnesiac Fiddleford. Bc I say so.

[randombrowngirl]

Poolside

[maximumkillshot]

I Can't Lose You

Warnings: Ok... this is gonna be a long one. Cursing, Lying, pain really... as far as the eye can see. Panic attacks. There is also another warning that I really wanna give but it'll also give a big part away.

Pairing: ? xReader (Another spoiler come on!)

Characters: All of the Stray Kids, OC Soo, Reader

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Things started off small, a missed call here, and a late text there. Then, they started to get more sporadic… More suspicious. Most of all, it’s in his eyes. When he’d see the dinner made and packed in the fridge for him. The laundry and dishes done, you passed out on the couch, waiting for him to come home. You didn’t see it, but his face had guilt written all over it. 

You weren’t blind. You saw the lipstick on his collar, and the scent on his clothes. The times that you kept saying, “I know you’re busy” and pecking him on his lips, despite the perfume attacking your senses. 

You figured one of his sister idols hugged him, that’s how it transferred, yeah, that was a comfy thought. It even made complete sense since hugs were a must. 

It was your 3rd anniversary, you had everything planned. All that you asked of him was to show up at said place at said time. That’s quite literally it. You had been planning this for months, even going as far as talking his manager into giving him one weekend off… just one. You also asked him what you could do to make his life just slightly easier. 

Now here you are… alone… at said place at said time. Texting. Calling. No answer. 10 minutes turned into 20 minutes, 20 to 40, 40 to an hour and a half. You sit here on the verge of tears, calling the only person you could. 

“Hey Y/N why are you calling? Is everything okay?” Minho asked. 

“He never showed,” You started crying as you mindlessly picked the petals off of the roses on the table, staring at the card you had gotten him. 

“He’s your husband, what do you mean he didn’t show?!” He yelled. 

You heard in the background, “WHAT?!” there was no mistaking that voice, it was Changbin. 

Then you heard the phone being snatched. 

“Y/N where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

You gave him the address as you tried your best to breathe. You had taken a cab here and nothing is more awkward than breaking down in the back of an Uber. About 20 minutes later you heard Bin behind you. 

“Y/N?” He asked so gently like you’d break… But you already have.

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. “Your best friend’s been lying to me?”... No. You elected to just say, “I don’t know where to go.” because it’s true. You had no clue where to go. 

Binnie smiled at you. A sad, empathetic, whisper of a smile as he said “Let’s start with home, yeah?” He asked. 

You nodded, grabbed the card off of the table, and off you went. 

You had asked the guys to give you guys alone time in the dorm, so everyone was scattered through the city. Bin just happened to be at the Danceracha house when you called. 

You had no clue, but before Bin had even gotten in his car to get you. He texted everyone to meet at the 3Racha house, but NOT to go in before Bin made it to the house with you. He could tell by the look on your face that something was very wrong, and you’d need all of the support you could get. 

When everyone was there, you unlocked the door and Bin was the first to go in. Immediately his jaw dropped as he hung his head. When you came in you heard it.

Moaning… loud moaning. You looked at the floor near the front door, seeing a pair of heels you didn’t recognize. You welcomed the boys in with a pointer finger to your lips. Everyone quietly came in as you toed off your heels, eventually sitting on the couch.

You as well as the boys heard everything… The “I love you” s, the “Feel so much better than her” and finally the nail in the coffin, “I can’t wait to leave her.”

Everyone’s jaws were on the floor at what he was saying and at your reaction to them. You just stared at the wedding photo hanging on the mantle. The thought of losing the boys paralyzing you with fear. 

He continued, “never wanted her…only you… always you,” then, “m’close Baby.” You couldn’t even look at the boys. It wasn’t embarrassing, after all, you aren’t the one cheating on your husband with someone while he’s waiting to celebrate your anniversary.

You couldn’t look because of the overwhelming sadness. It was numbing, aching, sadness.

Another thing you could say is that you should’ve seen it coming. Some of his most popular songs have lyrics about someone else catching his eye.

You can hear his moans getting louder, that's a sign that he’s close so you put the card down, get up, and walk down the hallway. You look at the door that used to mean serenity and happiness, now colored a nauseating dark and gloomy gray.

You open the door and walk in. You see them, your husband and your best friend, writhing around on the bed as they both reach their highs together. You couldn’t find it in you to cry. Not even a little. 

Finally, your husband rolled off of her, giggling and enjoying the high.

The only one who noticed you were there was your best friend, Soo, who has been your friend since you moved here 6 years ago, so you could be closer to the boys. When she saw you, her face turned ghost-white… 

You just put your wedding band on the dresser drawer.

“Fuck you’re so much better than her.” he breathed out… When she didn’t respond, he opened his eyes. The pure chocolate orbs scanned you and wished, just like you, that this was a nightmare.

“Y/N/N” he breathed, you could see the weight on his shoulders as he threw his head back onto the pillow, putting his hands to his face, knowing that he was caught.

“Soo… you have 3 minutes to get dressed and to get the FUCK out of MY HOUSE…” You gritted your teeth as you threw her clothing at her.

As soon as she left you turned your full attention to your husband.

You calmly started changing clothes, taking off the skin-tight black dress that you knew would do something to him (Well thought you knew, rather). You didn’t face him as you changed, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your body. Halfway through pulling down the dress you grabbed a big sweatshirt and put it on, so when the rest of the dress slid off, He’d never see a thing. You put on sweatpants afterward. 

In your mind, you already know. The last time he will ever see your body was 3 days ago. When you both took a shower together. 

During all of this, he was frozen. You see, when your relationship started you told him, you don’t tolerate cheaters. He knows that and that you are pissed, and rightfully so, but he is also terrified of losing you. As a matter of fact, at this point, that is the only thing he is thinking about. He can’t lose you.

After you changed you started with, “How long?”

“Y/N/N I..”

“HOW LONG?” You barked. Your voice taking a stern and powerful tone.

“Physically, 2 months. Emotionally, almost a year.” His face fell.

“Do you remember what today is?” 

“What?”

“Do you remember what today is?” you asked in a docile tone as you took off your earrings, ones he had gotten for your first anniversary. 

He checked his phone and cursed under his breath, “Baby I--”

That was when you lost it, “YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME THAT! NOT AFTER YOU SAID IT OVER AND OVER TO HER WHILE YOU WERE FUCKING HER IN OUR BED! IN OUR HOME!”

You tried to stop it from boiling over, but you couldn’t help it when visceral sobs left your throat. You grabbed a duffel bag out of the corner of the room, trying to do your best not to completely collapse. 

“Y/N, what are you doing, talk to me.” He finally got up and put some sweats on. “I know you’re hurting.”

You yelled, “This is beyond hurt!…”, Then your voice cracked as your volume plummeted, sounding and looking so small as you continued, “You have no fucking idea what you just did.”

You started hyperventilating at the gravity of his shitty decisions and the effect it will have on your life. You needed to get away from him. You stumbled out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t even call out to Hannie, too close to passing out from hyperventilation. 

Hannie’s ears perked up, your raspy and rapid breathing meant that you were hyperventilating. The next second he’s running to you. 

“Hey hey hey Y/N/N. You need to breathe honey, come with me.” He immediately supported your body, halting all possibility of you diving face first into the floor if you do pass out. Then he essentially dragged you back to where you were sitting. 

You grabbed the card and held it to your chest as Han kneeled in between your legs. He was trying to get you to focus on your breathing and to focus on him, to ground yourself.

As much as you wanted to focus on Han, you couldn’t help but look at that damn photo on the mantle. You wanted that photo so badly to be true again.  You couldn’t help the sobs that came out of your mouth as you hugged the card to yourself. 

When your husband, Chan, finally made his way to the living room he saw everyone there and his face turned nearly colorless. Everyone stared at him except for Han and Bin, who were worried about you more than anything. 

“You don’t understand” and “he doesn’t understand” were all you could repeat as you wept. Rocking back and forth, because no one really could understand, the gravity of what he has been doing. 

Bin tried getting through to you by saying, “Help us understand Y/N/N.” You handed him the card as you continued sobbing, consumed by the sheer pain of what Chan’s done. 

Bin opened the card and his face went from confusion to rage-filled, his features reminding Han of hardened steel. Unwavering, strong, and in this case, pissed off. 

Bin tried to sound as calm as he could, for your sake, as he said, “Hannie, put together an overnight bag for Y/N, don’t forget anything. Innah, take her to my car… she needs to calm down if not we have to go to the hospital.”

As soon as he heard the car door slam, he went off.

“You know out of all of the people I could ever conceive doing this, you would be the last of them!”

“Bin” Chan tried to say something but Changbin cut him off.

“NO! YOU DON’T GET A SAY HERE, CHRIS! YOU FUCKED UP ROYALLY AND NOW YOU DESTROYED YOUR FAMILY!” Bin was visibly shaking with rage as he walked up to Chan. Tears were starting to form in his eyes.

LeeKnow looked visibly confused as he looked to Bin, “What are you talking about?”

Bin threw the content of the card at Chan’s feet. 

Chan looked at what the card had in it, it was unmistakable.

Bin sounded broken as he responded, “Y/N is pregnant.”.

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[starry-eyed-adam]

panic attack writing prompts :)

“My chest hurts. It hurts.”

“I can’t!”

“It’s okay. You’re safe.”

“Don’t touch me—don’t touch me!”

“Is it okay if I hold your hand?”

tw: gunshots, trauma, panic attack

takes place a year or so after chapter 21 of Head Over Boots, they’re on their camping trip :)

The gunshot seemed to scream through the air, some hunter’s nearby attempt at murder of an animal, the sound rattling against Yuichi’s skull as it penetrated his ears. Faintly, the logs in his arms tumbled and hit the soft forest floor, and Yuichi fell similarly, shaking hands over his ears as he curled up tightly, defensively.

Another shot, and Yuichi yelped as his chest constricted, heart thudding erratically as he felt an icy grip around him.

Boots on the dirt, towards him, barrel of a shotgun between his eyes.

“You’ve ruined everything.”

“Honeybunny?” Leo glanced over his shoulder at the absence of footsteps behind him. The slider dropped his own firewood and hurried back, brow furrowed at the sight of his husband crouched low, shaking on the ground. “Yuichi, hey, what happened?”

Yuichi didn’t answer, barely heard a word. The world bled in and out of focus, his ears still rang, from the day his stallion threw him from the saddle and he lay there to die.

To die.

Cold metal against his jaw. A threat, and not an empty one.

Pump.

Click.

BANG!

Leo’s hand reached to gently rub his lover’s back, an attempt to ground him, bring him back.

“Don’t touch me!” Yuichi shrieked, and the cowboy instantly drew back. “Don’t touch me!”

“Darlin’, hey, you’re safe,” whispered his worried husband, kneeling before him. “I’m right here. It’s okay.”

“M-My chest,” Yuichi gasped, removing one hand from his ears to clutch at the front of his shirt. Tears spilled down his cheeks, left clean streaks against the dust and dirt. “It hurts, it—it hurts.”

He was going to die. He was going to die he was going to die he was going to—

“Honeybunny,” spoke Leo, slow and soothing, “I need you to take a deep breath, okay? It hurts ‘cause you ain’t breathin’ enough.”

Gasping, chest rising and falling so rapidly and shallowly, Yuichi tried to remember how to breathe. Sucking in air too fast, he choked and coughed. “I—I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Yuichi, honey, nobody’s gonna hurt you. I’m right here, okay? Deep breaths, darlin’. Watch me.” Hesitantly, reluctantly, Yuichi cracked his wild, glistening eyes open, found Leo’s calm blue ones. “Good, good,” whispered the slider with a smile. “Take a deep breath in, through your nose. Slow.” Watching his husband breathe in, so slow and easy, Yuichi closed his mouth to copy him.

“There ya go! Good. Now out through your mouth.” Leo blew out a breath, and, shakily, Yuichi did the same. “Good job, honeybunny. Take another breath in.”

The guided breathing went on for what felt like ages as Yuichi’s chest loosened, and the frigid feeling slipped away, melted into the forest floor with his terror. “There you go,” whispered Leo with a small, proud smile. “Is it okay if I hold your hand, honeybunny?”

Yuichi wiped at his eyes with a sniff and nodded after a moment. The familiar feeling of the rough, calloused palm in his own, the sensation of Leo’s thumb rubbing little circles against the back of his hand, was an instant comfort, and Yuichi closed his eyes to breathe deeply again. “Good job,” praised his husband again, smiling warmly at him. “You wanna tell me what happened, there?”

Swallowing, rubbing at his eye again, Yuichi made a face. “It was, um. It was stupid,” he mumbled. “I heard a gunshot. And I got scared.”

“Mm.” Leo continued to rub his hand, still breathing so slow and calm. “That ain’t stupid. Gunshots are scary. Especially after what Don’s put ya through.” He shifted to sit beside Yuichi, guiding his husband to lean into his side, rest his head on his shoulder. Yuichi closed his eyes with the soothing comfort of Leo’s body, the smell of pine and hay and the cologne that always stayed on his clothes.

“Think you can make it back to camp, honey?” whispered Leo, rubbing his back. Yuichi sniffed again and nodded, moving to stand but wincing at the burning pain that radiated through his knees. Dammit.

“It’s okay, I got ya.” Leo grinned as he wrapped his arm around Yuichi’s waist, lifting him to stand like he weighed nothing. “Wanna grab your firewood? We’ll head back to camp an’ take a nap, okay? Panic attacks are exhaustin’.” He kissed Yuichi’s cheek with a small smile, and the rabbit yokai returned it, lingering for a moment. Yuichi watched with a grin of his own as Leo started back on the trail, going to gather the wood he’d dropped.

Damn, he was lucky to have someone who loved him so much.

prompts below! from @unboundprompts

[desultory-suggestions]

If you are doom scrolling, do me a little favor. Take a big deep breathe. Take two more. Look up and at your surroundings. Pay attention to the light, the objects, the sounds. You are here in this moment. The infinite world accessible through your phone is simply too much for your mind to handle all the time. You deserve peace of mind and soul. Bring yourself back to the present, and set your phone down.

[naswoop]

Brief interlude between isat fanarts to draw @dekupalace's In Stars and Time au because I am utterly obsessed <-(said while vibrating with excitement)

Lil bonus pencil sketch under the cut

[httpsbilliesmilo]

Prompt: Billie has a bad day and gets into a fight with reader which causes her to have a panic attack. She hasn’t had one since 2018 when things were really bad and is kind of embarrassed that she is still having them at this age. Reader comforts her and tells her that everything will be fine

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Title: Still Human

Billie sighed heavily as she leaned against the kitchen counter, her face buried in her hands. The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel her frustration before she even said a word.

“I just… I don’t know, okay?” she said softly, her voice trembling. “Everything’s too much today.”

You approached cautiously, not wanting to crowd her. “It’s okay to feel that way, Bill. You don’t have to fix it all right now.”

She looked at you, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I know. I just hate feeling like this. Like I’m spiraling.”

Her voice cracked, and your heart ached for her. “You’re not spiraling,” you said gently. “You’re having a hard day. That’s all it is.”

But something shifted in her expression—fear, vulnerability, something raw that you hadn’t seen in years. She wrapped her arms around herself, her breathing uneven.

“I can’t—” she whispered, clutching at her chest. Her knees buckled slightly, and you quickly stepped forward, steadying her.

“Billie, hey, it’s okay,” you said, keeping your voice calm and steady. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face now. “I haven’t felt like this since 2018,” she admitted shakily. “I thought I was past it. I thought I was stronger than this.”

You guided her to sit down on the couch, holding her hands tightly in yours. “Listen to me,” you said softly but firmly. “This doesn’t make you weak, Billie. It doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It just means you’re human.”

Her breathing was still erratic, but she focused on your voice as you began to guide her through it. “Breathe with me, okay? In for four, out for four. You can do this.”

She nodded weakly, following your lead. Her grip on your hands tightened as she slowly regained control of her breathing. When the trembling stopped, she leaned her head against your shoulder, her body still heavy with the weight of the moment.

“I hate this,” she whispered. “I hate that this still happens. I hate feeling like I’m… broken.”

“You’re not broken,” you said, stroking her back gently. “You’re just carrying a lot. And even when it feels like too much, I’m here to help you carry it.”

She sniffled, managing a small, tired smile. “Thanks for not running away when I’m like this.”

“Are you kidding me?” you said lightly. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Her laugh was soft and shaky, but it was there. She wrapped her arms around you, holding on tightly. “You’re the best,” she murmured.

You kissed the top of her head, holding her close. “So are you, Billie Eilish. Even on your bad days.”

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

I Thought My Autistic Meltdowns Were Panic Attacks

Neurodivergent_lou

[smigcrazy]

Breathe for me

Skz han jisung x skz 9th member

Female reader!

You absolutely hated crowds, loud noises, cameras, and flashes; they always made you uncomfortable, and you wanted to run away and cry whenever any of this happened. Here you were now, in the crowded airport of Korea, waiting to board a plane to Japan. Of course, the airport was packed—SO, SO crowded. Fans were screaming for photos and autographs, desperate to give you gifts to the point that some just threw them in your face. The sheer number of cameras was overwhelming, and you weren’t feeling it today. So, you pulled your hood up, put on your face mask and glasses, and followed your members while looking down, hoping this would be over soon.

As you walked, a fan shouted your name REALLY loud: “YN!!! YN!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!” You froze for a millisecond in shock but then forced a smile and looked at the fan. Your members noticed your discomfort. Han stepped closer to you and held your hand softly, squeezing it to comfort you, knowing you were overwhelmed.

With every passing moment, the crowd felt more suffocating. You felt like you were in a small, tight room, alone, with the doors locked and the walls closing in. Your heart started to race, and your mind went blank; the voices faded away, and the fans became bigger and more overwhelming in your eyes. You scratched the tips of your fingers, desperately trying to calm your anxiety. With each second, you felt like crying even more, and you struggled to breathe.

Han, who was standing next to you, noticed the signs of a panic attack. “Hey, are you okay? Do you wanna go somewhere quiet? Let’s go somewhere quiet, come on.” He walked a few steps to the front, where Chan was standing, and tapped his back, whispering in his ear, “YN is feeling a little anxious, so I’m gonna take her to the bathroom.”

Chan turned around, concern etched on his face as he looked at you and then back at Han. “Okay, but don’t be late; we’re boarding in 30 minutes.” Han nodded and took your hand, leading you to the bathroom a few meters away. Once inside, he looked at you; tears filled your eyes, and you were breathing rapidly, trying to calm down but struggling.

Han brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re safe here. Just try to breathe. Can you do that for me? Breathe.” He breathed with you, saying, “Breathe... in... and out... in... out... slow and steady.” While he spoke, he rubbed your back and held your hand with his other one.

You started to calm down a little, but you were still scratching the tips of your fingers. “Stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Just focus on breathing, and everything will be fine, okay?” He hugged you tightly and continued to rub your back. “Shhh, it’s gonna be okay, I promise. We’ll be on the plane soon, and you can rest there.”

You looked up at him, your tear-stained face reflecting gratitude. “The company booked us business class, thank God.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Han looked at you with soft eyes, wiping away your remaining tears. “How dare you apologize?! It’s my job to calm you down! Remember when you used to calm me down during my panic attacks? I learned all that from you.”

You smiled, feeling a flicker of warmth. “Well, that’s good to hear.” You chuckled and hugged him again, grateful that he was always there for you.