Yoongi's POV
Ugh. I punched my keyboard in frustration as I couldn't think of any lyrics that fit well with the beat for the new song that I've been writing. I've been really focused on this for three months and it's so close to being finished but I can't think of some lyrics for that last thirty seconds. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed before rubbing my eyes and focusing back on the computer screen. I should probably be heading home as it's already 10pm but I'm pretty sure someone is still dancing in the studio so I can't get yelled at for being at the studio so late. I lifted my head back up and began to go over the beat again but ended up giving up after another 30 minutes. I sighed yet again before sighing and pressing save and exiting. I froze as I saw the notice that popped up. Oh my god, NO. I felt my breathing increase slightly as I reread it. You see the save button is actually right next to the delete button and my eyes weren't deceiving me. The notice that popped up was telling me that it had been successfully deleted. I just deleted three months of hard work, three months of late night and working through sickness. I stood up out of the chair and stumbled backwards, not taking my eyes off the screen. My breathing increased and I felt tears start to fall down my face. I could tell that a panic attack was coming on and trust me, having a panic attack alone is one of the worst experiences ever. I somehow remembered that someone was still in the dance studio. Hopefully it's Jin, Namjoon or Hoseok, I would hate for it to be one of the Maknae's. I managed to open the door to my studio and staggered down the hall finding it hard to breathe. I grabbed the door handle to the dance studio and opened the door falling to the ground inside.

"H-help. P-please," I begged as clutched at my chest.

"Hyung." My breathing quickened even more as I heard the soft sweet voice of the Maknae of the group. The last person I ever wanted to see me like this.

"Hyung are you ok," he asked as he knelt down beside me.

"K-kook. Go," I said quickly.

"Hyungie there's no way I'm leaving you, what's happened," he asked me. I started to sob as I remembered what happened with my song and I felt my airways start to restrict.

"Yoongi, what's happening you're starting to scare me a little," he said quickly. No, no, no I never want Kookie scared.

"Is it a panic attack Hyung," he asked me. My head flicked up at that and I finally made eye contact with Jungkook. He seemed to have taken that as a yes and quickly sprung into action.

"Ok Hyung, is it ok if I touch you," he asked me. Usually I hate having too much physical contact with people but right now I can hardly breathe so if I'm about to die, I want it to be in the comfort of Jungkookie's arms rather than the hard floor. I quickly crawled a little over to him but he immediately closed the rest of the distance between us and pulled me into is arms and onto his lap.

"Shh Hyung, I need you to realize that this will pass ok. It will pass and it can't hurt you. I know it might be scary but I promise I will help you get through it, it will pass." He words gave me a sense of comfort but it didn't help me stop panicking at all. My mind kept drifting back to the hard work I just deleted with a click of a button.

"I need you to try and take a deep breath now Hyung, breath me. It may be hard but I need you to try for me please," he said softly. He started to make his breathing louder so it was easier for me to breathe. It don't stop the attack but it did help slow down my breathing a little I took a couple of short breaths.

"That's good Hyung. You're doing so well, it'll be ok. Now I want you to please point out 5 different things you can see," he said, confusing me.

"W-what," I stuttered out.

"Just do it Hyung," he said rolling his eyes. I didn't understand why he wanted me to do that but I complied.

"Uh, t-there's there's the speakers. A uh, the mirror, c-chair. Your bag and uh." I paused as I looked up at his face that was staring down at me encouragingly.

"Kookie," I said softly. By now my breathing was still fast and I was still having trouble breathing but my chest was no longer hurting.

"Great, now four things you can hear," he said.

"Th-e air con, the music, the birds outside and um, your breathing," I said as he nodded.

"Now three things you can touch," he whispered.

"The ground," I said running my hand over the floor.

"My pants," I said fiddling with the soft material.

"And uh-."

"My hand," he whispered, gently grabbing my hand in his. I looked back into his eyes and nodded quickly.

"Two smells," he said.

"Sweat, from me not you and uh, cinnamon," I said quickly. Jungkook's always had a distinct cinnamon smell, ever since we first met, I don't even know how it's stayed with him.

"Now something you can taste," he said.

"Nothing, literally nothing. I haven't eaten since lunch," I said pausing for a second.

"You're so silly Yoongi, why haven't you eaten," he asked.

"I was in my studio finishing off-." I took a deep breath trying to calm the panic that was threatening to come back up at the thought. I only just managed to get over that panic attack and now I'm going to have another one.

"Nuh ah, don't you dare Hyung. Look at me Yoongi, just breath and explain what's making you panic so much please," he begged me. I started crying at the thought and he immediately hugged me.

Jungkook's POV
I was in the middle of practicing the dance to 'Mic Drop' when the door to the dance studio was flung open and Yoongi collapsed to the floor inside. My eyes went wide as I noticed how uneven his breathing was.

"H-help. P-Please," he pleaded as he clutched at his chest.

"Hyung," I said quickly. I frowned as I heard his breathing quicken even more.

"Hyung are you ok," he asked as I quickly knelt down beside him.

"K-kook. Go," he said firmly. I was taken aback, why would he tell me to leave when he's clearly in trouble.

"Hyungie there's no way I'm leaving you, what's happened," I asked him. I heard him begin to sob and started gasping for air. I started to have an idea what was happening but I wasn't so sure and I was getting really worried.

"Yoongi, what's happening you're starting to scare me a little," I said quickly.

"No, no, no I never want Kookie scared," I heard him say quietly as if not wanting me to hear but I definitely heard it. I guess now I understand what he was thinking, he hates showing vulnerability in front of people and it's probably worse in his mind since I'm the youngest of the group.

"Is it a panic attack Hyung," I asked. At that his head snapped up and he finally made eye contact with me, his eyes wide with fear but a saw I small hint of hope. I'm taking that as a yes.

"Ok Hyung, is it ok if I touch you," I asked him in a quiet voice. I know that Yoongi doesn't usually like to much physical affection so I'm not quite sure if he would want me to give him a hug or anything. To my surprise though, he slowly started crawling in my direction. Seeing him having some trouble, I immediately covered the rest of the distance and grabbed his arms, pulling him onto my lap. That may have been pushing it a little too far but he didn't seem to mind so I left him like that.

"Shh Hyung, I need you to realize that this will pass ok. It will pass and it can't hurt you. I know it might be scary but I promise I will help you get through it, it will pass," I promised him. I remember reading an article about how to stop a panic attack and I tried my best to start remembering everything that I read. I saw his eyes soften a little but his breathing didn't slow. Ok, now for plan B. The thing I remember the most from the article is something called the 5,4,3,2,1 method and I'm praying that this works because I hate seeing my Hyung in pain.

"That's good Hyung. You're doing so well, it'll be ok. Now I want you to please point out 5 different things you can see," I told him.

"W-what," he stuttered, clearly confused as to why I said that.

"Just do it Hyung," I said rolling my eyes.

"Uh, t-there's there's the speakers. A uh, the mirror, c-chair. Your bag and uh." He paused and looked up at me and I quickly smiled encouragingly, just on more.

"Kookie." At first I thought he wanted to tell me something but then I realized he was just pointing me out.

"Great now four things you can hear," I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

"Th-e air con, the music, the birds outside and um, your breathing," he said and I nodded quickly. He seems to be calming down slightly. It isn't much but it's better than nothing.

"Now three things you can touch," I whispered to him.

"The ground," he said placing his hand on the ground.

"My pants," he said as he absentmindedly began fiddling with his pants.

"And uh-." I quickly cut him off as he began looking around for something else.

"My hand," I whispered as I softly grabbed his small hand in mine. He looked up into my eyes again and nodded quickly. I was glad to see that he didn't seem to be as scared as before.

"Two smells," I said continuing on with the method. If it's working then I should probably finish it.

"Sweat, from me not you and uh, cinnamon," he said quickly after seemingly subconsciously taking a sniff of my neck. I fought hard not to laugh at him saying the sweat was his not mine and to not coo when he breathed in the cinnamon smell that everyone always seems to say I have.

"Now something you can taste," I said.

"Nothing, literally nothing. I haven't eaten since lunch," he said bluntly making me roll my eyes. I was happy to finally notice that he was no longer breathing heavily, nor was he tensed in my grip.

"You're so silly Yoongi, why haven't you eaten," I asked him.

"I was in my studio finishing off-." He cut off midsentence and took a deep breath. I quickly realized that he was about to panic again. How can he just calm down and then panic again? Something must really be bothering him.

"Nuh ah, don't you dare Hyung. Look at me Yoongi, just breath and explain what's making you panic so much please," I pleaded. His breathing remained calm but he starting sobbing again, so I quickly wrapped my arms around him tighter and pulled him closer.

"It's ok Yoongs, just tell me what's wrong and I can help you," I said softly. He sobbed harder and curled his hands into small fist around my shirt. I don't understand why he's being like this, he never cries.

"It's ok, you can let it out. I can tell you're stressed Hyung so cry as much as you need," I told him. After about five minutes of him crying, he finally stopped and pulled back wiping his eyes with one hand. His other hand gripped onto mine tightly.

"Can you tell me what's happened now," I asked him. He sighed before nodding.

"Do you remember that song I've been working on recently," he asked slowly.

"Yeah, the one you started three months ago," I said nodding.

"Yes that one. I uh, I went to save it but instead I pressed the delete button. I've deleted three months worth of work Kook," he said running a hand through his hair. I know how much work he's put into that song and how upset he would've gotten but he's going to feel so stupid when he hears what I'm about to say.

"Hyung, you realize everything we write automatically get's duplicated to a cloud just in case something happens to the original version," I said slowly with a small smile. He immediately froze and looked up at me.

"Wait, really," he asked in surprise. I just nodded slowly, bracing myself for his possible outburst.

"Are you f*$king kidding me," he said groaning and flopping backwards on the floor, not letting go of my hand to he pulled my down as well. I landed laying down right on top of him with my face just above his giggling at his reaction.

"I feel so stupid. Here I was panicking when it was backed up the whole time," he said with another groan as I smiled gently.

"It's fine Hyung, at least now you know," I said with a small shrug.

"Listen Kook, I'm so sorry for scaring you like that. I never wanted you to see any of that," he said with a sigh.

"Yeah I know, I heard you. You do realize you can't stop me from getting scared my whole life," I said with a small chuckle, placing my hands down on his chest and resting my head on top of him, looking down at his face. His eyes widened in surprise and he blinked a few times.

"You heard me what," he asked confused.

"When I said you were scaring me a little. I heard you say that you never want me scared," I explained. I saw recognition flash across his eyes at my words.

"Oh, I thought I said it my head," he said sheepishly as I grinned.

"Well on the bright side, you're feeling better aren't you," I asked, rolling off him and laying down beside him as we both looked up at the patterned sealing.

"Hey, how did you know how to help me," he asked suddenly.

"Oh, uh I read an article about panic attacks and it had some ways to help try calm someone down," I said turning my head to look at him as he was already looking at me.

"And you remembered it," he asked surprised.

"Well not all of it, mainly just the 5,4,3,2,1 method. I thought it might come in handy one day and it seems it did," I told him.

"Does anyone ever tell you you're a very smart little Kookie," he asked ruffling my hair gently.

"Yeah, yeah we all love me I know. Now how about we go and get that duplicate fixed up and get home, it's almost midnight," I told him.

"Oh definitely. I need to make sure my Kookie is as smart as we all think he is," he said patting my hair. I just rolled my eyes at him as he flashed me a gummy smile.

"Let's go Kook," he said pulling me up. Time to make sure my Hyung doesn't get stressed out over something that can be easily fixed!

A/N
Here is another quick little fic that I decided to write up. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading. Once again requests are open and you can make a request for anyone. It doesn't have to be hurt or sic, it could be something like say a fear or two members fighting or anything else.
Just write your request next to the member you're requesting or dm me please!

Jeon Jungkook

Kim Taehyung

Park Jimin

Kim Namjoon

Jung Hoseok

Min Yoongi

Kim Seokjin