Warnings: Mentions of anxiety/anxiety attack (Could be triggering)
Summary: When your anxiety begins to act up during a storm, Yoongi comes in for the rescue.
The storm outside was raging, much worse than it had only a few mere minutes ago. The wind howled, and your small frame shook underneath the covers. Yoongi, your best friend and boyfriend, still wasn’t home yet. He always came home later than he expected, but this time, you needed him more than ever.
And he wasn’t even home.
You cover your body more, knowing that the blankets wouldn’t protect you, but they somehow made you feel just a little safer. Your phone buzzed, and you jump a little, before taking it and pulling it under the covers with you. It was a text from Jin.
Your heart sunk to your feet, and your anxiety began to rise into that hollow space. No- no no no no no, not now- you thought frantically, not hearing the front door open and shut. What if he got attacked, he is an idol-
“Y/N?” You hear your name faintly, but the roaring of blood in your ears was getting louder. I can do this, I can do this, just breathe-
Someone flips back the covers, and you scream, protecting your face. Your apartment had been broken into before, and both you and Yoongi still had high anxiety from it.
“Hey, it’s just me,” He whispers, gently taking your hands, and bringing them away from your face slowly. Your eyes met with his, and you let out a shuddering sigh, hugging him tightly. “Yah, Y/n-” He was drenched from the rain, but you didn’t care, he was home.
“Are you ok, did something happen-” Your breathing was rushed and shallow, your head feeling tingly from lack of oxygen. He flashes that cute gummy smile, before gently running his thumb across your cheek.
“I’m fine, I promise. I need you to focus on breathing, ok? I’m home, nothing’s gonna get you.” His voice was a little husky, and sounded tired. But he was always gentle with you, something that baffled the other members. He never lost his cool demeanor, but never seemed to get angry with you.
You nod, allowing your head to rest into his palm. You were more than exhausted, even though it wasn’t a true anxiety attack, it was too close for comfort. Thunder crashes outside, and you let out a cry, hiding yourself under the covers.
Yoongi stands and walks over to the bathroom you shared with him, and quickly changes into a t-shirt and some shorts, before joining you in bed. You felt warm arms wrap around you, and his scent wash over your senses. You began to relax, and softly murmured, “Thank you...”
His hands gently play with your hair, before kissing your head. “I’m always here for you, jagiya.” Your mind slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber, with his heartbeat being your lullaby. Maybe you could conquer your fear of storms, if you had him by your side.
