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A free weekend.
Finally!
Everyone was happy about it.
After the countless hours spent dancing, singing, rapping, recording and filming, the seven boys were ecstatic to finally be able to sleep in, to have nothing to do for once.
The love their fans, of course they do.
But they are humans as well.
And humans need rest to be able to function.
They were currently sitting in their dining room, eating a home cooked dinner, made by Eomma Jin himself.
They ate whilst talking about the day they had with the occasional jokes from Jin followed by Jimin's laughter.
"Hey, why don't we play truth or dare after eating? We didn't get to play for sooooo long!", suggested Taehyung.
Everyone immediately agreed, excited at the idea of playing one of their favourite games again.
So, when they finished eating and the table was cleaned, they went to the living room, making themselves comfortable.
"Jiminie, truth or dare?"
"Truth!", answered Jimin chuckling.
"He always chooses truth", whined Hoseok.
"So? Anyways, who is your favourite rapper?", asked Seokjin with a slight smirk.
"Suga Hyung", was Jimin's immediate answer.
"And outside of our group?", asked Taehyung.
"Agust D of course"
Everyone broke out into a fit of laughter at that.
"What did you expect?", asked Namjoon, still chuckling.
Nobody felt the need to answer.
If it wasn't about his best friend - which is Taehyung, obviously (at least in BTS) - the one Jimin liked best was Yoongi.
"So, Taehyung, truth or dare?", asked Jimin in turn.
"Dare, of course!", the second youngest yelled confidently.
"I dare you to balance a shot glass on your nose"
"Easy", Taehyung smirked.
He grabbed a shot glass from the kitchen and managed to balance it on his nose without a problem.
"Woah...", Hoseok went to grab another shot glass, trying it himself.
"Namjoon Hyung, truth or dare?"
"Dare", Namjoon sent a challenging look towards Taehyung.
Taehyung thought for a bit before he started laughing hysterically.
"Oh god, Joonie, what did you just get yourself into?", asked Jin, almost dying from laughing so hard at the mortified look on the leaders face.
"I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven", everyone laughed.
"With Jungkookie", the devil himself had painted the smile onto Taehyung's face.
Jungkook stopped laughing immediately.
"Hang on, what?", asked Jungkook, "Why me?"
"Come on, we'll just lock you two in the storage closet for seven minutes, you'll be fine", reassured Yoongi.
They grabbed the two of them and dragged them towards the storage closet.
The maknae felt panic rising inside of him, but before he could admit to his fear, they had already been pushed into the room and the door was closing.
Then, he heard the lock click into place.
He was locked.
In the storage closet.
With Namjoon Hyung.
Right, his leader was with him.
Jungkook looked over towards the older man who was in turn watching his maknae carefully.
They decided to sit down on the floor.
Jungkook willed himself to just breathe, telling himself over and over again that he was safe.
"-kookie. Jungkook!"
His head snapped up, his eyes locking with Namjoon's immediately.
"Are you alright?", the man asked, sitting right in front of Jungkook.
When did he get so close?
"Yeah... I'm alright, Hyung...", answered Jungkook and it sounded weak even to his own ears.
"Are you sure? You look a bit pale...", Namjoon looked unsure on how to proceed.
Should he just cuddle the younger like he always does when he is distressed? Should he ask the others to let them out? Should he just believe Jungkook that there was no problem?
Jungkook felt the panic rising again, since his view of the door, of the only exit out of this confined space, was blocked by Namjoon's body.
The rational part of his brain knew that there was an exit, that he would be able to get out.
But his fear got the best of him, making him hyperventilate with the panic.
Confined space with no exit. No doors, no windows.
No doors and no windows meant no fresh air, which meant no fresh oxigen, which in turn meant that the air would turn thin and they would die of the carbon dioxide that they would exhale since it would block the oxigen, hell, there won't even be any oxigen, so their blood won't carry enough oxigen to their brains, and that would cause them to die...
Oh god. They were going to die...
Suddenly, a stinging pain errupted in his left cheek.
Namjoon came into focus and Jungkook realized that the elder had slapped him.
"Wha-", Jungkook's voice cracked pitifully.
"You spaced out and then started hyperventilating. I think you had some sort of panic attack.... You wouldn't react when I called your name or when I shook you, so I slapped you. I'm sorry for that...", explained Namjoon.
"It's okay....", answered Jungkook, trying to get his breathing under control.
"It's not. I pomise you that I will never raise my hand to you again. To your or to anyone else. But seriously, what's going on?", Namjoon looked deeply concerned.
"I have claustrophobia....", whispered Jungkook, afraid that one of the people he looked up to would find his fear ridiculous and ask him to just get over it like some other people did.
Namjoon got up after Jungkook's answer, moving to bang on the door.
"Hey! Open the door!", he yelled.
"Why would we do that? You still have four minutes left!", could be heard from the other side.
"Because Jungkook has claustrophobia!", yelled Namjoon.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
"For real?", asked Hoseok.
"He just had a panic attack....", Namjoon trailed off, looking back at the maknae who was still sitting on the floor, looking up at him and watching the door intendly.
Namjoon asked him with his eyes if it was okay that he had revealed that fact, Jungkook just nodded up at him.
They heard the lock click before the door swung open.
Jungkook sprung up, almost running out of the room and throwing himself at Seokjin, the mother figure holding him close and whispering soothing things into his hair whilst moving into the living room to sit down with Jungkook curling up on his lap.
"We are so sorry, Kookie.... Hyungs didn't know...", said Hoseok, sitting down next to them and stroking the youngest's back.
Jungkook just nodded to show that he had understood him.
And so, the evening turned into a cuddle and bonding evening.
"Let's just get ready for bed and sleep together in the living room to get rid of all the stress of today", Yoongi suggested.
They pushed the furniture in the living room out of the way to be able to put matresses onto the floor, followed by pillows and blankets.
After that, they went to wash up, get changed and brush their teeth.
Then, they maneuvered Jungkook into the middle of the matresses, the others lying close to him, forming a cuddle pile centered with Jungkook.
"I'm sorry, guys...", whispered Jungkook when the lights were out and they had all settled into comfortable positions to sleep in.
"You don't need to apologize. We are sorry for making you do that. Just, maybe we should know if someone else has any kind of phobia for the future...", said Namjoon.
They all agreed to be open about their fears and talk about that the next day.
As soon as that promise was made, Jungkook was out like a light, followed soon by the other members.