“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 something akin to numbness.  He was going to let everything out, simply too tired to hold back. 

Taehyung panics at their comebackstage and has to face his demons.