Tyler shivered. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone doing anything to Yeon–even if he did have 'immunity', he was still concerned. 'Yeon, if we're generally safe… then how did they find us? Surely they would have been tracing us, watching us–and if they can find my home, well, god knows what else they can do. If I'm gonna be honest with you… for now, I don't think we're safe here.'
“They keep tabs on a lot of their higher up members, they’ve probably been following me around this whole time,” Yeon breathed out, running a hand over his jaw as he took in the realization. “I’m sorry about all of this,” he eventually added. He truly did hate that Tyler was dragged into this mess. It was the last thing he wanted to have happen, he couldn’t let Tyler suffer because of him.
'Isn't there anyway…' he didn't know where he was going with it. He had med school to attend, friends to see, a dying father to visit. 'I was going to suggest leaving this place. But I know you've got a lot here, your community, friends, and I don't want you to have to sacrifice that. But if you stay… I don't even know what'll happen to you. I've only known you for such a short amount of time, but I worry about you way too much.'
“Tyler, I don’t have as much as you think here to loose. Yeah, I got a small group of friends, but they all have parents who are higher up in the cartel. They have just as much immunity as I do, so nothing will happen to them at all. And they’re smart enough not to get in the way of this, either. Besides, I’m a poor guy anyways. I won’t have much anyways to leave behind. But you, on here other hand, have a good life here. You have so much, and I can’t take that away from you,” Yeon said, running a hand through his thick hair.
'But…' he couldn't make sense of the situation. Words swam around his head helplessly. 'I can't… I don't even know what to do.' Panic rose to his chest, and he felt as though his throat was closing in. Suddenly, his binder felt too tight. The room was too hot. He clenched his fists and tried to breathe, but he could barely take in any air.
(I tried to describe what I feel like when I have severe panic attacks but eh I'm not good at this shit)
(It’s all good, Sounds realistic enough to me)
“Tyler?” Yeon asked, brow furrowing with concern. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, but Tyler didn’t look too good. “It’s okay, it’s okay.. You have nothing to be worrying about, I’m going to handle it,” he tried to soothe, hands gently holding onto Tyler’s wrists.