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                 "just breathe?!" his tone unintentionlly became a tad louder than he intended. zael’s hand flew up in an attempt to relax the muscles on his face that were mindlessly being tensed up, perhaps from the frustration that he’s trying so hard not to show full on at that moment.

                 "i can’t… just… breathe." he says through grit teeth, before his eyes avert onto his skateboard on the floor, its board roughly broken into two pieces across the deck. in the carelessness of both parties, zael found himself bumping against someone to the point of losing his balance— and his skateboard went flying into the air. thankfully, nobody had their legs come in contact with the wooden board. unfortunately for zael, though, it had come in contact against a hard, bricked wall.

                 his eyes avert back to the stranger, who didn’t seem to fully grasp how utterly devastated zael was that his skateboard had broke, despite the fact that it was just a cheapo board he picked up at some bazaar not too long ago, in replacement of his board previous that one which had the same ending point as the one in front of him at that moment.

                 it was rather embarrassing on his end to be in his usual state of panic, especially around someone he thought so highly of. he inhales sharply as he’s told such words, then let out a completely humorless laugh— his nervousness stained and was audible right through the blanket of feigned composure, “y-yeah, right! and i’m thankful that you’re here, noona!” 

                 "yo," zael’s hand shoots up impulsively, brows raising almost instantly as he’s faced with the unfamiliar person who, so out of the blue, introduced herself to him. "nice to meet you, yea— i’m zael and…" he pauses, only realising that at that moment that she had came across him, he was hiding behind a tree— hiding from the group of guys around his age who were obviously waiting for someone. unsurprisingly, that someone was him. 

                "i…" no, he couldn’t bear the thought of spilling the musings that have been meddling in his mind for a time now. it’d be hard for him to grasp the words that would actually fit the intensity of angst that had pent up in his system.

                 how easily zael falls into a state of panic is something he’s been oblivious of, since he’s always had the tough guy who doesn’t get swayed as easily front to most, if not all people. but there he was at that very moment, pacing back and forth— off of his beloved skateboard for once.

                heck, it was so bad that a passerby approached his evidently jittery self, and he had to explain that how he was acting was all due to the fact that he overexerted himself while on his skateboard (not exactly something new to him) to the point where his asthma is triggered.