Trigger Warning: Panic attacks, a little bit of blood.

Heavily inspired by the storm that is about to happen where I live.

With that being said, Astraphobia is the fear of thunderstorms. This can bring panic attacks.

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It's been a pretty dull day in Seoul, South Korea. The clouds covering the sky making it seem grey and pale. The schedule today was fairly easy, that being dance practice and vocal lessons for the vocalist. The sky only continued to get darker and darker. Which was not good for Jin's nerves. Jin was dedicating himself more and more each day to dance. He really wanted to be as good as Jimin and Hobi.

He spent countless hours doing the same moves. He wanted it perfect, Jin wasn't one to be a perfectionist. But when it came to making his dongsaengs happy, he wanted them to be proud of how far he's come. But today, he wasn't feeling it.

Jin has had Astraphobia his whole life. He's constantly on edge, waiting for the next storm to happen. He can identify a close storm just by smelling the air. (Idek) How humid it is outside the day prior, the color of the sky. Being able to do this is helpful, to know when a tropical storm is going to happen, or when it's not safe to stay after practice. It can also be quite irritating, not only for him but for his members too.

He spaces off, often looking at the sky. Mentally preparing himself for what's to come. While dazing off during who knows what song they're on, he gets bumped into by Jimin as he was standing still.

"Jin Hyung? What are you doing? Did you forget the move again?" Hobi half heartedly shouts at him.
"Hm, oh sorry Hobi and Jimin-ah." Hobi's frustrated face slowly softens into a concerned sympathetic one.

Jin has never been very open with the members about his fear of storms. Usually they would spend stormy nights watching movies together in the living room. This, the members presence was enough to calm him from his raging anxiety.

He zones out yet again looking outside the big window in the studio. This is going to be a long practice..

Yoongi noticed this, and goes over to his only Hyung. He hovers his hand over his eyes shaking it in front of them. This makes Jin blink rapidly and regains his focus.

"Hm? Did someone say something?"

"Jin Hyung? Are you feeling ok?" Genuine concern fills Namjoon as he walks over having been assessing the situation the whole time. Soon all the other member crowd him. This is not what he wanted.

He never wanted to be a burden. He was the eldest Hyung, he should not be treated like the youngest. Like the Maknae. That treatment was reserved for JungKook, TaeHyung, and Jimin. He was not supposed to be stealing it.

Deep down, he wanted someone to notice his pain. To help him, but he also wanted to be strong. Like the eldest is supposed to be. But when they did notice, he didn't know how to tell them what was wrong.

"I'm fine guys, I just forgot a step. I'm sorry. Let's continue we don't want to be here all night."

And with that, the members don't believe him, but slowly gave in. It took some mild convincing, but he did it.

Vocal lessons went fine, other than the occasional dazing off, but no one seemed to notice this.

Back at the dorm Jin immediately started on dinner. Being on edge the whole time, he wanted someone to help him. JungKook and Tae were in JungKook's room playing over watch. Yoongi was in his studio, Jimin there with him. Hobi and Namjoon were the only two in the living room right behind the kitchen.

Taking no chances with Namjoon he asked Hobi for help.

"Hey Hobi?"
"Yes Hyung?" He replies back turning his head from the show he was watching earlier.
"Can you maybe help me with dinner, there is a lot to do a I can't do it alone."
"Yes of course Hyung." Hobi walks out to the kitchen with Jin, and immediately walks over to a bag of tomatoes sitting on top of a cutting board. Pointing to them he says, "would you like he to wash and cut these?"
"Yes please. Thanks for your help." (If help doesn't stop auto correcting to hell omg. It did it again!!!!!)

The rain decided it was a good time to start. Around 10 minutes into making the food, thunder started. Shocked, but not surprised Jin jumped and whimpered. Running towards Hobi seeking comfort. Realizing what he did he quickly looked for something to cover it up.

"Hyung?"
"Hm oh I was just-"

He grabs a can of Lysol spray that was left on the counter and sprays the air for dear life. He was going to suffocate someone.

"Namjoon farted! So I uh, sprayed Lysol." He quickly speaks out.
"Hey! My farts don't smell that bad!"

To his surprise Namjoon did fart, karma. He could now smell it. He walked back to his side of the kitchen, chopping onions and throwing them in a pot along with the tomatoes and other numerous ingredients. Another bolt of thunder hit and he screamed, lost control of the knife and it scraped his finger. He dropped the knife, and stared at his bloody finger. Blood dripping from the tip of his left index finger.

He froze.

Still.

Noticing the silence in the room, Hoseok turned around swiftly and his eyes met the small drops of blood right below Jin. His eyes tracked up ward to his fingers.
"Oh my gosh Hyung! Let me help you."

He goes and grabs the first aid kit after leading his Hyung to sit down on the chair at the breakfast bar.

"Hyung you need to breathe. You're hyperventilating."
"Can't- I- I-"
"Shhh, less talking. Calm down." Namjoon rushes over, always ready to help. He holds Jin tight wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders from the backside. This seems to help him a bit, as his breathing slows and he lets Hobi examine his cut.

"You won't need stitches as it isn't that deep, but I do need to clean it or it will get infected ok Hyung?"
"Mhm." Is all he says, which surprises Namjoon as he was not expecting him to reply at all.

Hobi gets a cotton ball ready with alcohol, and brings it to Jin's fingers. He starts to rub it up and down the cut, but is interrupted by shaking.

"Shh, Jin baby, you're ok. Joonie is right here."

This shushes him, and Hobi continues his job.
"You're doing so good Jinnie." Namjoon says now stroking his arm up and down. Hoseok finished his task by putting a bandaid on the cut, and kissing it better.

"All better see Hyung?"

All was better, until three continuous knocks of thunder came along. Jin screeches grabbing onto Namjoon for dear life.

"Aww, baby. The storm will pass." Namjoon guides Jin to his feet, leading him to the couch. Jin plops down like he's just got home from a world tour. He sits up tense again at the sound of thunder and lighting seen from out the window.

Hoseok leaves the room quickly gathering JungKook and Tae, pillows and blankets.

"What can I do to help baby?"

Hearing this, guilt takes over him. He is acting like a child. He starts crying. Crying from all the stress, all the pain, and all fear bottled up inside him. It's too much. Too much to the point where he can't breathe. He's panicking far more then before. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Hey hey hey, shhhh. You need to take deep breathes ok?" He's not listening.
"I-I'm so- sorry."
"No, you shouldn't be. Now listen." Namjoon voice gets stern, yet he knows Jin won't listen if he doesn't. "Deep breathe in, deep breathe out. In 6, hold 4, out 6. You can do it." He grabs Jin's hand placing it on his chest so he can't feel his breathing. Namjoon exaggerated his breathes for Jin to follow.

"C-can't-"
Namjoon shushes him before he finished his sentence. Jin finally calms down after a good 7 minutes. The other 3 members watching from the doorway, careful not to invade their space. They really wanted to help.

"Now, can you please tell Joonie what happened?"
"Phobia, storms." He doesn't feel like talking, this is all he can manage. Namjoon gets the message. Knowing he's not done talking he waits. Stoking his back ever so softly.

"Astraphobia, worked up, my finger." Namjoon knows he's done, so he begins to talk.
"Did the stress over everything get you worked up and trigger your phobia more?" Jin nods.

The other 3 make their way in the room, thinking this is their que. They all immediately hug their eldest member. Embracing him in happiness. Safety. Peace. They fall asleep watching a show on the TV.

Jimin and Yoongi come home around 2 hours later, taking in the unfinished dinner and the boys on the couch.

~the next morning~

All the members are at the breakfast bar eating their pancakes.

"Did you get the picture Jimin?" Yoongi asks to Jimin sitting on the left of Jungkook.
"Yep!" He says with a smile.

"Picture of what?" Hoseok asks from the right.

"Oh nothing. Just some cute blackmail from last night." Yoongi and Jimin burst out laughing.

What a family..

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