skz reaction when u have an asthma attack except it’s hyung line cuz I saw a really inaccurate one
“Are you enjoying the park?” He asked, gleaming.
“Of course.” You giggled, tightening your grip around the backpack on your back.
“Good.” He grinned, tightening his grip on your hand.
Walking hand in hand, you felt you chest close up. You took several deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. (It didn’t work, obvi.)
You started to feel lightheaded, even more dizzy.
You coughed, big mistake.
You coughed and coughed until you couldn’t anymore.
“Babe?!” Chan said frantically, “Are you alright?!”
Shortness of breath. Common sign of an asthma attack.
Your head was pounding as you searched for a bench to sit on.
You ripped open your bag as you sat down, searching for your inhaler as calmly as you could, you didn’t wanna worry Chan as much as he was worried now.
Tearing the inhaler box out the bag, you quickly placed it up to your mouth.
One push, breathe in, breathe out, repeat again.
You felt your chest calm. It was still hard to breathe.
“Are you alright now?!” Chan asked, grabbing you hands frantically. He looked incredibly worried, wrinkles forming in his forehead.
You nodded, taking several deep breathes. “It was because of the pollen.”
“Oh, I shouldn’t have took you here. I’m so sorry-”
“It’s not your fault.” You smiled.
Chan couldn’t find his words, he looked genuinely sorry.
“I accept!” You smiled, leaning onto his shoulder.
“Soonie, Doongie, and Dori!” Minho cheered, swiping through his gallery, “You can’t meet them though, they’re all in my room.”
You smiled. You can admit, his cats are deathly adorable. But it was sad that you couldn’t come near them, it would trigger your allergies and asthma. Sad.
After you talked and talked, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down, calm it down.
It worked, slightly. Until you sneezed. You were glad that your allergies weren’t as severe as others but, someone must’ve cursed you. Asthma and allergies were not a good mix.
Minho walked away, getting you a tissue. You sneezed again, coughing immediately after.
“Are you alright?” He had a slight smirk on his face.
“Mhm, just need a Benadryl.” You slipped your hand in your bag, pulling out the familiar pill and slipping it in your mouth, taking it dry. You just wanted this to be over with.
Your symptoms had calmed down but, your chest was still tight.
Breathe in, breathe out— fuck, that doesn’t work anymore.
Minho looked at you in concern, he noticed your congested look a little over a while ago.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” He rubbed small circles on your back, hoping it worked in the slightest.
You nodded, searching through your bag. Pulling out the familiar red cylinder, you didn’t hesitate to slip it in your mouth.
Two pumps, breathe in and out between each.
Popping the cap back on, you threw it back in your bag.
“Shouldn’t you be a little more careful with that?” Minho asked, tugging you a little more closer to him.
“Eh, I really should.” You laid your head on his shoulder, “My brain is too fuzzy to think right now.”
Changbin’s always been one to race, no matter where or when it was. So when he asked “wanna race?” it was like it was mandatory.
Your body wasn’t particularly in the shape to race right now, inside wise. You were running around so much all day and fuck, it felt like your lungs were trapped in such a tight space. Running would just make you wanna rip them out. But hey, anything for Changbin, right.
Luckily, there was a track right by where you and him were walking. He grabbed your hand, dragging you down the hill.
He was already on the track. You threw your bags down and joined him.
You crouched slightly getting into the right position to run.
Deep breaths, Y/N, deep breaths.
Changbin sprinted off. He’s always been a fast runner, which is why you’re always so confused when he asks to race, knowing that he’ll beat you.
Was it just something he enjoyed? What did he get out of teasing you for losing?
Was it… was it a ki— No. Changbin isn’t like that. Not at all.
Your mind wandered as you ran. You caught up to Changbin, seeing his smug look as you and him reached the end of the track.
Your knees buckled, falling to the ground. You couldn’t breathe. At all.
You used your hands to stabilize yourself, vision getting blurry.
“Seems like someone can’t race, eh?” Changbin chuckled.
“Hm?” He giggled randomly, “need me to help you up?”
“Yes, my fucking bag. Quick, please.” You pushed yourself up, sitting on the concrete.
Short breaths, but still breathing.
You saw Changbin run to the bleachers and run back as quick as he can, carefully dropping the bag in front of you.
You ripped the inhaler out the bag, popping it in your mouth.
Push. In, hold it, out. Repeat.
You dropped the inhaler on the ground, not caring. Too tired, too weak to care.
“Are you okay?!” Changbin capped the inhaler, fumbling with it, then slipping it in your bag. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you run…”
“It’s not!” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug, “I’m really sorry…”
“If you’re so sorry, help me up and get me home.” You chuckled.
He quickly hoisted you up, wrapping your arm around his neck and his arm around your waist.
“I’ll try and carry you home.” He chuckled, picking up both the bags and walking.
