"... it! Damn it!" Jungkook cursed through his head. He was a damn stupid teen who ingnored his own asthma. "Slowly... Breath slowly. Hope another attack won't interrupt after this one gone." 

"Jungkook? Are you okay?" A deep, rough voice asked him. 

"Ah! Taehyung. I'm fine. Little tired. But, I'm okay." Jungkook said, laughed nervously.

"Okay. Manager-nim said if your asthma triggered when we're performing on the stage, use it. Your inhaler." Taehyung looked at Jungkook.

"Owh... No. I won't use it. I hate using it. I don't want the fans worried about my poor condition." He exclaimed.

"Jungkook..." This time, Taehyung's voice became deeper. Jungkook noticed that sharp glare he received from Taehyung. He sigh. 

"Okay. I know, I will use it."

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And...he didn't use it. Until a girl named Hana help him to breath at Music Bank. Jungkook fall in love with her. But, he don't noticed. He thought that girl just a plain fan of BTS. Isn't it? Or she is once a 'yanki' who was called by her gangs as 'Gumiho'.