ACT I — FATIGUE

jiho's head was spinning.

beads of sweat forming on her forehead, skin pale as porcelain and ragged breathing, ripples of coughs escaped on her trembling dear lips. jiho was feeling so weak as her vision was spinning head pulsing — an episode, she was having one of her unusual attacks. these episodes were getting more and more unbearable to handle.

ever since jeongguk broke to her about the edgy topic of divorce, the symptoms she always put aside seemed to resurface with such great power.

what's wrong with me?

tightly clutching the brown envelope on her arms that she meticulously worked on, she painfully and slowly strode her way to taehyung's office.

why can't i breathe properly? am i sick?

for almost about a year, before the divorce-with-me-event happened, jiho has frequently found herself on her knees — finding it hard to breathe, gasping on air as if she found it hard to inhale oxygen. these episodes started off as mild ones, starting from short breathes and tolerable chest pains but as days continue to pass by, these episodes becomes so unbearable to the point that jiho almost choked herself to death.

why must this happen now?

she always thought of giving a ring to her older brother who was an excellent doctor but, everytime she decides to go, her mother duties always interrupts thus, preventing her from knowing if she ever need medication or if she was just being paranoid.

it must be just fatigue.

the woman pushed the thought away, again, finding it ridiculous to think that she was sick. was she?

shaky hands reaching out to the knob of taehyung's office, she knocked and made her presence known to the man inside the room. it took a lot of strength for the woman to finally able open the wooden frame and enter taehyung's office.

"put the file on my table and then you can leave and grab yourself some lunch" taehyung spoke as his glasses-rimmed eyes was fixated on the computer screen, fingers busy typing.

"y–yes, s–sir" stuttering and raspy sound almost mistaken as a whine escaping on her lips, the sound of her voice came out so hoarse as it could be noticed how breathless the owner was.

intrigued and confused. taehyung suddenly raised a brow before his eyes lifted, immediately widening, when he finally saw jiho's form — soullesly marching towards his table.

alarmed of her paleness, taehyung abruptly stood up on his seat before marching and finding himself holding jiho securely in his arms, guiding her to seat on one of his sofas. "fuck, jiho, are you alright? you're pale as a paper!"

"i–i'm alright this is just f—fa—" a series of coughs escaped on jiho before she cupped her lips to hush herself. frowning, taehyung could only reach out to massage her back as he was worried to the core.

"have you visited a doctor?" the moment those words escaped on taehyung's lips, jiho had stopped coughing but the moment she pulled away her hand from her lips, she was devastated — blood.

blood was staining her dear trembling hands and even before she could heave a sigh of relief and speak to taehyung — she suddenly felt her lungs contracting and breathing was yet again difficult.

"t—tae—" choking on her words, jiho was grasping for air as she couldn't breathe totally. taehyung's frown deepened, "wh—what's happening"

coughing simultaneously, instinctly, jiho's hands trailed on her neck as if forcing it to take in some oxygen as she pounded the skin on top of her chest, just wanting air to enter her body — but to no avail.

"what—what the fuck are you doing?!" taehyung screamed, hands lacing on jiho's as he pulled her hands away from her neck.

i can't breathe.

tears prickling on the corner of her eyes, her lips let out a cough as it was desperate for oxygen. jiho was already wheezing because of the lack of air in her system.

"what the fuck is happening to you?!"

skin turning blue as her hand limply held tae's, jiho's consciousness was starting to fade into darkness.

"h–help"

"what—"

"i—i can't—br—"

alarmed, teahyung panicked "what!? what the hell is happening with you?!"

lips trembling, jiho let out a last string of words "bre—athe"

taehyung's arms tensed and like a slow-motion, jiho's eyes turned white before she collapsed in his arms.

"jiho! jiho! no!"

and there, she laid, unconscious — breathless in taehyung's arms.

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so,

what can you tell me abt what you think in this chapter??

anyhow, Happy jk day ♥ sorry for being late.