Down My Throat

“W-why isn’t he panting?” Taehyung’s whispered broke their silence. The statement brought a new wave of panic through the whole car, the air was so dense with negative emotions you could cut it with a knife. “Just before he’s panting, why he wasn’t now!?”Jimin brought his forefinger under Seokjin’s nose. He finger was only shaking before, now his whole figure trembled in both panic and shock. Those emotions struck and seemed to coiled around his chest, suddenly it was hard to breathe for him.“H-He’s not breathing…”