Autophobia || Jakehoon

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Jake awoke the next morning, sprawled out on the couch, his blanket comfortably laid over him. Groaning, he buried himself back into the bundles of warmth. As he casually relaxed, he remembered the events from last night coming back to him all at once.

Eyes widened, his vision still not used to waking up, he sat up quickly. Sunghoon wasn't on the couch with him where he fell asleep last night.

Oh fucking hell he saw me have a panic attack and I fell asleep on him.

A furious blush burnt his face as he remembered how stupid he acted. Chasing after his roommate's hold, let alone falling asleep in his arms!
Gosh, he probably felt so awkward. He was never going to redeem himself after this.

Placing hands either side of his face, squeezing his own cheeks, he collected himself. Trying to think of reasonable explanations as to why he had a sudden panic attack in the middle of their apartment at that time of night.

Speaking of which, he suddenly realised that Sunghoon was no where in sight. Dragging himself from the comfort of the soft couch, he did the same routine with checking the apartment. Going into an internal panic once again, upon noticing his roommate was gone, again!

Not again, not again!

He exhaled, keeping himself calm. Ain't no way was he letting another pointless panic attack overcome him first thing in the morning.

Oh, but there was so, so, so much to worry about! The embarrassment. What if Sunghoon thought he was weird? What if he was creeped out by his touchiness? They had only known eachother 3 weeks! What if he felt entitled to take care of him? He probably soaked his shirt with tears last night- And he was alone in the apartment for a second time!

Today was not off to a good start. Tears began to prick his eyes before he could even comprehend his emotions. His mind a jumbling mess.

However, said internal panic came to a quick finish when he heard the keys turning in the door, and the cause of his dilemma walked in, gripping a shopping bag in his hand.

Sunghoon's eyes widened a little upon seeing Jake's frantic state yet again, easily noticing the glossiness of his eyes. Quickly rushing over he placed his free hand at the nape of Jake's neck.

"Hey, what's wrong? I'm sorry, I thought you would be out cold for a few hours longer, you seemed exhausted." He pursed his lips, eyes shaping in concern and worry. Tone soft and calming.

It always seemed to be with Jake.

Jake contemplated on what to say. No idea what excuses he could come up with, or how he'd either begin to explain his phobia! Sunghoon was probably lost as hell, having no clue why he was like this. Hold on- actually-

He doesn't seem confused, at all.

Jake furrowed his eyebrows, did he know of his condition? He was pretty certain he had never had the conversation with his roommate before. I think it would be pretty memorable if he explained.

"Yeah just, can't be alone. I'm a whole 19 years old. But leave me in a room alone for like 10 minutes? Whole mental breakdown."

Yeah. He would've definitely remembered that.

Deciding to put that in the back of his mind for the next few minutes, he functioned an answer to the worried boy infront of him whos eyes were flickering over him for a response.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry." He whispered out, too embarrassed to speak louder, and the fact his throat was still store from sobbing his guts up last night.

Jake suddenly became ,very, conscious of the hand on his neck as Sunghoon subtly ran his fingers over the smooth skin and hair that was getting too long. The same fluttering butterflies from last night appeared again, making him feel warm inside. He gulped down nervously.