Rope tightening around his neck, squeezing the skin in and cutting of air. His eyes flew around the small space he had stormed into, hands shaking too much to lock the door. He knew what was happening. Of course, he did. This was not near the first time something like this had happened. Way too often small corners or alcoves was filled with his rapid breathing, which he could never hear himself. Tears streaming down his face making the makeup bleed along with his heart. And fingers tearing at

“I’m… I’m not like this normally. I love to perform, you know that”, Seokjin nodded as the boy went on. “But I was afraid of messing up. I think I was. I don’t know, really. It all went so fast” Taehyung whispered out, tears spilling again, and he could feel himself break down once again. Not in the panicky, I’m-going-to-die way, but the tired kind of broken. There was no panic left, no out-of-control feeling, only someth