Chapter 10

Hoseok put the phone down on his bed, Jimin was crouching in front of him. "Come on spill it!"

Hoseok looked Jimin in the eye, he grinned. "She said yes!"

"Hobi, that's great! So what are you going to do about Joonie?"

Hoseok placed his finger on his chin. "I am going to need your help tomorrow. I told her I'll meet her at two."

"Of course I'll help you Hobi." He sat down next to Hoseok. "I might have a small idea."

"I am all ears, I don't see Namjoon giving me time to escape practice for, let's say two hours?"

"Well, you can play sick for two hours."

"And how will we do this, Jimin?"

"Well..." Jimin stood up and opened the drawer at his desk, he took out a recorder. "I thought we can use this." He turned around indicating to the recorder in his hand.

"Why don't we prerecord some noises, so we can make it seem that you have a stomach bug?"

"Jimin! You surprise me sometimes. Yet I don't think Namjoon will fall for it that easily."

"Well if we plan carefully, it might work."

"Alright you have convinced me, let's do this."

They were laughing hard, Namjoon passed the door. He had a puzzled look on his face. Why were they laughing and what on earth were those noises?

Namjoon shook his head, entering his bedroom after taking one last look at theirs.

Aya woke with a start, her whole body broke out in cold sweat. Her breathing was hard, out of pace and her heart felt like it was restricting. "No...No..."

She was having a panic attack. It was the first on in two years. "No...No..." Her hands searched frantically for her phone. She knew she had to breathe, but she couldn't, the nightmare she had now flooded her mind.

Her breathing was escalating, she found her phone it was three in the morning. She opened her contacts and pressed the dial button.

"Aya, it is like three in the morning." Aya's words left her, it was only rapid breathing.

"Hell, Aya!" This is the first time in two years. Alright, honey slow breaths, just breathe."

"Aya stay on the phone! I am almost dressed, I am coming to you. Breathe Aya. Let me hear you try."

Aya was trying to breathe slowly. "That's it, honey, I am ten minutes away."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks now.

"Aya just keep trying to breath slowly."

Aya couldn't answer him, she was still trying to slow her breathing, her chest felt so restricted.

"Aya, listen to my voice, concentrate on it, breathe."

"Aya, honey, I am at your front door. I don't think you would be able to open it for me, so please give me an indication that your spare key is still where it is?"

Aya knocked hard on the nightstand, with her right hand.

Her front door opened, Carl rushed towards her bedroom, she was sitting the panic embed on her face, she dropped the phone as his arms enveloped her.

"It is alright." His hand rubbed her back soothingly. "Breathe." He felt her chest rising and falling. "That's it." He tightened the embrace, still rubbing her back.