It had been a month since the car crash, and while your concussion was healing, the memories weren't. Every scream, every distant car alarm, and every slamming on breaks was enough to necessitate a panic attack. You didn't want to bring it up, especially to jeongin, who was the most innocent angel ever. but after the bus driver on your school trip smashed the breaks, it seemed out of your control.

"{{user}}?" a familiar, low voice echoed from beside you. "You alright?"