Kubo Breathing In Series Novels & Stories

His heart is beating even slower. I tilt his head back to give me more access, and I blow more air into his mouth. I don’t stop, I keep breathing into his mouth. Come on! Breathe! You goddamn omega!. Fucking breathe Sorahiko!. He’s not breathing. I don’t let up. Inhale. Exhale. Push. Not until he takes in that first shaky breath. Not until he starts breathing by himself, albeit shakily. At least he’s breathing. I pick him up gently, cradling the back of his head in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve seen Sorahiko so silent. It’s unnerving.

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."

It takes a second, but Autumn obeys, looking at me again. “Good. Good girl. Now I’m going to put your hand here, alright?” I put her hand on my chest, spreading her fingers out so they’re splayed open. “I want you to feel my breathing and breathe when I do. It’s going to be hard at first, but keep trying, okay? Can you do that for me?” She nods once more, and I take a deep breath, holding it a bit. It takes her a few tries to be able to breathe steadily, but soon enough we’re breathing in a rhythm together. I keep praising her, and my brothers join in, telling her she’s doing well.

"Listen to my voice. I need you to breathe with me. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Can you do that?" Sebastian's eyes flickered toward me, glassy but trying to focus. "In," I instructed, taking a deep breath myself. "Out." I continued the breathing technique, helping him steady his instincts, helping him regain some control over his body. Gradually, Sebastian's breathing evened out. His whimpering stopped. His eyes closed. He had fallen asleep. I covered him carefully with the bedsheet, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. Then I stood there for a long moment, just watching him sleep.

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

My lungs burn, and I realize I’m not actually breathing. Calm down. Everything is going to be okay. You can do this, Serena. Grabbing the collar, I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply, the smell of cotton and soap tickling my nostrils. I do this a couple more times until the burn in my lungs eases.

A soft sound escapes me—half-groan, half-plea—and then the world tilts. The steam, the water, his touch, they all blur together. My knees buckle, body collapsing into the heat. And then everything goes blank.

“Hold for four. One. Two. Three. Four.” My lungs protest, but I obey. “Exhale for six. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.” On the third repetition, the trembling begins to subside. On the fifth, my breathing finds his rhythm. On the seventh, the room is just the room again—not the basement superimposed in terrifying transparency over reality. “Better?” Zion asks, without letting go of my face. “Better,” I admit, and it’s true enough. The trembling hasn’t completely disappeared, but it has become something manageable. A low vibration under the skin instead of an earthquake.

He just smirks at me and says, “Do you want to know another secret? I can let you breathe underwater.” “It is called the kiss of life, we can also create water bubbles around you so you can breathe but I prefer the kiss of life. We kiss the person and they can breathe underwater, it lasts for two hours,” he tells me. I smile widely and tell him, “Let us go then, what are we waiting for?”