Five X Y/n

*Y/n calling her mom because of her panic anxiety attacks* Y/n: Mom? Please call me... I um... i think it's happening again... Five: *Comes in the room* Y/n, you know you can talk to me.. Y/n: *Puts her phone down* Five: *Decides to try and calm Y/n down* Take you makeup off.. Let your hair down.. Take a breath.. Look into the mirror at yourself.. Don't you like you? *Tries to hide a little smile* Cause i like you..