I feel suffocated,

...like air was immediately cut off of my lungs and I'm unable to breath. Tears are pricking on the corners of my eyes, the sound of my heart beating slowly going fainter with each millisecond that passes.

I hate this.

I hate feeling this.

I know I'm getting bad again when the aggressive banging of my door rang through my ears and the obvious concern in seulgi's voice as she calls my name echoed through the thick wall of my room yet I am unable to move, stuck staring at this stupid plain white wall for like hours now.

"Jungkook-ah?" She calls, "You need to eat, please even just one bite. You need something in your system." I hear her whisper through my door, her voice sad and defeated.

I remained silent, not really giving a if I starve myself to death. I sighed, pulling my knees closer to my chest, wet tears dripping down the side of my face.

But just as I was about to close my eyes, the door bursted open and revealed an irritated yoongi. "Lock yourself one more time and I swear I'll destroy this mothering door." he warns.

"Language!" Seulgi scolded, landing a weak slap on her boyfriend's lips. Yoongi could only roll his eyes, pecking her cheeks before turning back to me.

"C'mon, I need to babysit my son and you need to eat." he points at me, a firm yet pleading look on his face as he beckons me over.

"I really appreciate you both being caring and all, bt I just don't feel like it." I tell them honestly. "I don't think I can stomach anything as of this moment. I...need space— for a while, a day or two maybe?"

"Jungkook you've been locking yourself in your room for a week now." Yoongi rolled his eyes, giving me a look as if to ask if I'm crazy or anything. "Instead of moping around, why the hell not help us search for jimi—"