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When you move through a fairly traumatic situation, it's not like you simply brush it off and move forward.
Sometimes, the smallest things are triggering for a while. There are coping mechanisms: therapy, meditation, and so on, but it really comes down to being able to adjust your own expectations for yourself.
You could say that being held at knifepoint last week was as traumatic as anything you could think of. But you thought you were doing better most days, until all it took was the reflection of the sun off a car door to set you back into that mindset again.
You had declined an actual therapist. You weren't remotely comfortable with that idea, of sharing yourself with someone you didn't know. Some people were, but you were not one of those people. So, your brothers had banded together and surrounded you both physically and metaphysically much to your amusement.
You were sitting on the floor of the dance studio on a Sunday afternoon, when their collective phones went off signaling the doorbell, and JK jumped up.
"It's here!" He raced out of the room, and you watched, baffled, as two of the guys peeled off to follow him as well.
You looked to your left and saw the love of your life, gulping water down as he tried to collect his breath after yet another hard hour of practice. He saw you watching in the mirror and came over to squat down next to you.
"How goes it Babygirl," came the low, deep voice. You smiled and grabbed the towel that sat in your lap and wiped off his face before leaning over and stealing a kiss.
"Sleepily my Yoongiah," you said, and he grinned at you about to say something when a commotion at the door caught your attention.
"What in the heck," you said and watched as two more of the guys went over to the door to help move some massive box into the room.
Hoseok yelped about the floors, and the guys set down the box as close to the wall as possible.
Jungkook grabbed a pocketknife from someplace and you looked at Yoongi, who just grinned at you again.
"Special delivery for you I think," he said, and you opened your mouth to ask the question when JK finally got the tape off the box.
Tae, Jimin, JK and Namjoon reached into the box and pulled out a massive beanbag chair and you laughed a little when you saw it was a duplicate to the one in the living room.
They carried it over to the corner and Yoongi offered you his hand and pulled you into standing up.
You wandered over to the beanbag and stared at it, then looked at Jungkook.
"For you Noona," he said excitedly, and you laughed a little and reached over and gave hugs to everyone.
"It's big enough for me and all the kids the next time they come over to watch," you giggled and Namjoon turned and watched you climb into it.
"I think you're right (Y/N)ie," he said and smiled.
Jimin crouched down and you reached out a hand.
"Comfort items and more Jiminssi," you asked, and he nodded a bit.
"This is one of the things that helped me the most when I got bad (Y/N)ie. The fabrics and the comfort I associated with them," he said quietly, and you squeezed his hand. You looked up and saw Yoongi standing and chatting with Taehyung, and thought Yoongi was getting his own explanation of why your brothers had thought this was necessary.
"Jiminssi..." you turned to him as he stood up and he looked back down at you.
"How do I get out of this thing," you asked, and he bent over laughing, cracking up before trying to get the words from his mouth.
"Ungracefully Noona," he giggled, and you sighed and frowned a bit.
Six-foot-wide beanbags were not the epitome of elegance, but this one was damn comfy.
Namjoon looked where Jimin was rolling on the floor laughing his ass off and held his hand out for yours and you gratefully took his hand as he pulled you up from the beanbag.
"Gomawo," you and looked down and rolled your eyes a bit. "I'm going to go grab more waters," you said and Joon nodded.
You walked out of the studio room and down the hallway to the living room and watched out the window for a moment to see it was going to be another bright sunny summer day in Seoul.
It took only a moment, a car turning the corner at the stop sign down below, the ray of sunlight hitting the chrome trim on the vehicle and for a second you could not catch your breath as you brain saw the reflection of the light against the metal and transformed it into the knife slashing down in front of you.
You blindly reached for the edge of the couch you knew was behind you and fought hard to pull yourself from the panic attack. You closed your eyes and dealt with the tidal wave of images your brain always felt it needed to parade through your mind after something like this happened to trigger an attack and you tried to do a version of square breathing.
Hold and count, exhale and count, hold and count, inhale and count.
Rinse, repeat.
You felt the fabric of the couch, and the tension in your fingers and released as best you could until you thought you could stand up again. You braced yourself and opened your eyes, only to see Yoongi in front of you.
Your breathing immediately steadied, as it always did when you saw him, and you stepped forward into his arms.
"Caught you again did it," he whispered against your hair, and you nodded. You pulled back a little and he tucked your hair behind your ear.
"I'm still here though," you whispered back, and he smiled this time. He leaned in and dropped a kiss on your lips and then your nose and a final one against your forehead before drawing you closer once more.
"We're going to be ok Babygirl," he said, and you nodded once more. Then stepped back and drew his hand into yours.
"Help me carry the waters?"
When you walked back into the studio, most of the guys barely looked up from where they were laying on the floor or stretching. You and Yoongi dumped the cold waters into the cooler on the back table and then Yoongi walked up front to where you had been sitting and grabbed your stuff.
The guys had forbidden you the use of your phone or tablet, insisting you get a weekend of rest away from work. You mostly thought it was because they knew that Dispatch and Fan sites the world over were remarking on the rumors that Yoongi's ex-girlfriend had attacked him and a woman he had claimed was his wife, but you took the opportunity presented and let the guy's fuss.
You crawled into the giant beanbag and laughed when you realized Jimin was right. There was no graceful way to get into the damn thing, but it was so fuzzy and fluffy.
Yoongi brought over the book and the notepad and pen you'd been using and placed them on the side of the beanbag. He bent down to kiss you once more and you laughed when he nearly fell in.
"Nap later uri wangjanim," you whispered, and he nodded.
"I think that would be good for both of us Babygirl," he said, and you smiled. He stood up and wandered over to talk with his brothers and you heard the low beat of the music start up again as everyone took their places. You watched the practice until your eyes drooped closed and you fell asleep to the sounds of BTS.