#p:shellshock

@advyeol

@jisooadv

(trigger warning: mental illness/claustrophia & panic attack)

there were times where sungyeol had to get out of the foundation. he never really was a fan of dormitories or universities hence why he never got a degree. he felt it was too closed in and idea of working hard for a piece of paper always confused him. most people also thought that they had to be obligated to talk to him, that he was shy because no one can be the initial contact. that was part of the problem but for sungyeol, strangers running up and saying hello made him wanna run away. that morning he went out into the city to explore, get that need to be somewhere other than that place out of his system so he wouldn’t feel so on edge. as he turned a corner he entered a market with a small amount of people grazing the booths for fruits and vegetables. the tall man shoved his hands further in his blue-grey sweater as he moved in further, his hooded brown eyes gazing over the surroundings like he was trying to memorize them. a sudden burst of people entered the market, most likely from a bus and the areas between booths became crowded, causing blockages all around. sungyeol took in a deep breath as he noticed amount of space the crowd had taken up. the symptoms just started as he realized that his path back to the school was completely blocked by people. if his abilities were up to par, he could of just walked through the crowd but unfortunately he could barely pass through one person without either them or him getting sick. his hands started to shake as his wiped the sweat from over his brow. he could feel his chest tightening as he felt his body react to the fear his brain was irrationally sending to every nerve ending. breaths soon were harder to take in and out, his chest started to bounce a little. the tall man backed up slightly, his shaking hands hitting the cold hard feeling of brick which only furthered his torture of feeling trapped. as his deeps grew shallower and shallower, his head grew dizzy and his legs began to feel weak. he was too gone to ask for help, his throat occupied with trying to bring air into his lungs and his body too scared to move forward to safety.

Why was she here again? Jisoo lamented as she got off the bus and straight into the can of packed sardines that was the market square. Oh yes, that’s right. Someone drank all the milk without telling her. Jisoo fumed as she tried to push her way into vague direction of the dairy section, only to fail as her slight frame was bounced back even further than her original position.

She was not in the mood for this. The whole day had just been atrociously disorganized thus far; first, to start off one’s day without milk, and now to be unable to retrieve one’s milk? What has modern society degraded to, Jisoo did not know. She resorted to massaging her temple as Jisoo was pushed left and right by the people around her. Patience, young grasshopper, she thought to herself as she tried and failed to find some inner Zen. (She was a massive fan of the TV show Kung Fu in the 1970s, ok, it doesn’t mean she’s old though)  As much as she tried to calm herself however, she felt the last of her annoyance snap into the forefront as she nearly received an elbow to the face. (By accident, she’s sure, but still.)

Then, the man in front of her paused, and Jisoo’s eyebrows could only twitch as she walked straight into the back of the giant, his back rigid with tension and as immobile as a rock. That’s just what I need to continue the day, Jisoo thought as she craned her head up to the male, trying to make her voice as polite as possible.

“Excuse me sir, is there a problem?”

As Jisoo caught a glimpse of his face, however, she was startled out of her state of annoyance and into a state of concern. Instantly Jisoo categorized his visible symptoms: Pale pallor, unfocused eyes, shallow breaths, paralysis. Classic symptoms of shock, much like what she saw in her fellow soldiers after a terribly long confrontation. Soon, it seemed as if Jisoo was not looking at an stranger, but rather a fellow soldier who needed help.

(Well no, Jisoo’s not emotionally well-versed enough to treat shock and panic like a normal, empathetic human, though surely Army training dedicated for shellshock could be useful in this situation, right?)

Determined to help, Jisoo’s army training kicked in with a vengeance. Immediately, Jisoo swung an arm over her shoulder, brushing off some worry when she realized that he was way too skinny, before dragging him bodily out of the crowded market. She laid him on a park bench and begun to methodically check for injures, her eyes scanning him for any physical cause of his shock.

No physical injuries, she reported, sliding off her jacket to place it on the man to protect him from the cold. She elevated his legs up on the arm of park bench, before checking him for illness such as fever. None. All clear. The casualty is healthy.

And here, Jisoo hesitated. This was usually where the medics come in. Uncertainly, Jisoo reached out to stroke the man’s hair tentatively, hoping that it will sooth his frazzled mind and body.

Parties were always where the most amusement was, there were plenty of things to do, drinks to feel a little loose  and tons of people to talk too. Being social was the biggest part for Taehyung, that and poisoning his tiny frame with the yummy alcohol that called his name and lured him in. Its not like Taehyung had to drive home, he didnt have a car - and he didnt have a car because he preferred to walk everywhere he went. Being publicly intoxicated was far better than drunk driving.  

A lot of the people in this party had seemed smashed,and he could pick out the ones who would drive home in that condition, it was dangerous and something he found unacceptable. Distracting a lot of them with small talk, or a dancing - and he slipped their keys from their pockets or bags and hid them somewhere that would be much more simple to find in the morning; He would leave a note for the owner of the house in the morning so all his guests would know.

There was someone in particular who caught his eye - he wasnt doing much of anything, sitting around and looking down at his phone thumbing through social network sites and trying to make it seem as if he was busy on a phone, while at a party. He didnt have a drink in his hand - and he sat at the far end of the couch, his body language giving off the impression that he didnt want to be approached. 

But that was exactly what pushed Taehyungs feet forward in that direction,his fingers tightening on the edge of the couch, and swiftly throwing his body over the back of the seat and plopped roughly onto the space next to the anti-social brunette, slipping his hand out and snatching the phone from his hand, and shoving it in his own back pocket.

"I really don't think Facebook is that important to avoid such a fun atmosphere." his hands were gesturing towards the entire room, music reverberated off the walls, making it complicated to hear, so he had to somewhat yell his words. Offering the stranger a smile - not a traditional one because he wasnt blessed with such a thing.  He had an odd smile with no points at the corner of his lips, the ends of his lips went more round and the end, it was something people knew him for.