𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙪𝙥 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧? || sim jake x reader

anxiety overload

Clubbing after clubbing, the party continued, but Y/N was starting to get bored of it all. The flashing lights, the thumping bass, the sweaty bodies pressing together—it was fun at first, but now it just felt exhausting. She had danced enough, laughed enough, and entertained enough. The excitement had worn off, leaving behind nothing but an overwhelming urge to go home and rest.

She wandered around the club, trying to find her friends, but it seemed like everyone had gone their separate ways. Yeonjun was nowhere in sight. Yujin had probably gotten too drunk and was off flirting with someone. Beomgyu and Taemin had vanished into the crowd hours ago.

Luckily, she spotted Taehyun sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink. He looked just as unbothered as he had the entire night, casually sipping on his cocktail as if the chaos around him didn't exist.

Y/N walked up to him and leaned against the bar. "Hey, I'm gonna head out. You guys look like you're having fun, so is it okay if you take them home?"

Taehyun barely glanced at her before nodding. "Yeah, sure." His tone was indifferent, cold even, as if he couldn't care less.

Y/N blinked. He was a strange one, that was for sure.

As she stepped outside, the cool night air hit her, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat inside the club. She exhaled deeply, feeling her head clear. But even as she walked away, her mind was still stuck on one thing—her moment with Jake.

It was stupid. He was long gone by now, probably back at his dorm or in some VIP area, forgetting that they even danced. But the idea that she might be auditioning for Enhypen's comeback still felt surreal. If this was really happening, if she really had a chance, then she was going to give it everything she had.

Because opportunities like this didn't come twice.

By the time Y/N arrived home, her body ached with exhaustion. She kicked off her heels and went straight into her nightly routine, washing away the sweat and makeup from the night. Her mind was still buzzing, both from the adrenaline of the evening and the nerves that refused to settle.

Tomorrow was the day.

She needed to be at her best. No distractions. No self-doubt.

To calm herself down, she made herself a cup of tea and curled up on her bed, sipping slowly. The warmth did little to soothe the storm raging inside her.

What if she wasn't good enough?

What if she embarrassed herself in front of hundreds of dancers—no, in front of Jake?

Her fingers tightened around the cup as her stomach twisted with anxiety.

She shook her head. No.

She had worked too damn hard to back out now.

With that final thought, she set her cup down, pulled the covers over herself, and forced herself to sleep.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Her alarm blared, making her jolt awake.

Her heart pounded as she scrambled to turn it off. The panic from her dreams mixed with reality, and for a second, she forgot why she had set her alarm so early.

Then it hit her.

The audition.

She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling as everything sank in. This was it. The moment she had been working toward. She had gotten enough sleep, which was good considering she had gone out the night before, but the nerves were already creeping in.

What if she messed up?

What if she wasn't as good as the other dancers?

What if she wasn't good enough for Jake?

Her stomach twisted, her palms turning clammy.

She took a deep breath. Come on, Y/N. You got this.

With renewed determination, she rolled out of bed and got ready. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and threw on a simple tank top with sweatpants—something comfortable enough to dance in.

Breakfast was light—a granola bar and a bottle of water. Anything heavier would just make her feel sick.

By 11:30 AM, she was out the door, rushing to catch her bus. The audition started at noon. She needed to be there on time, if not earlier.

As she sat by the window, the city passing by in a blur, she found herself lost in thought.

Jake.

Dancing with him felt electric, like two flames intertwined, unable to be extinguished. Would she feel that same passion today? Or would the pressure make her stiff and robotic?

She pulled out her earbuds and pressed play on Only by Lee Hi.

The song made her heart ache in the strangest way. It reminded her of two people.

Yeonjun. And Jake.

When Y/N arrived at the HYBE building, her stomach immediately dropped.

It was bigger than she imagined, towering over her like a reminder of how small she was compared to the industry she was stepping into. The nerves hit her all at once, making her legs feel weak.

This was happening.

Her self-doubt screamed at her, telling her she wasn't pretty enough, talented enough, worthy enough.

Then she thought of her friends.

Yujin. Yeonjun. Taehyun. Even Beomgyu and Jake. They all believed in her. They all supported her.

She had to do this.

Taking a deep breath, she walked toward the entrance, scanning the crowd. There were so many gorgeous people. Long legs, perfect faces, idol-like auras. Some were rehearsing their vocal pieces, others going over rap lines.

Wait. Was she the only dancer here?

"Hey... you look lost."

A voice startled her.

Y/N turned to see a woman smiling at her, her expression kind.

Y/N hesitated before admitting, "Yeah, a little. I'm here to audition as a backup dancer?"

The woman's face lit up. "Finally! I was wondering when you'd show up! We already had most of the dancers go, but we were expecting one more. That must be you, Ms...?"

"Y/N."

"Ms. Y/N!" The woman extended her hand. "Jennifer Choi, manager here at HYBE. I'm so glad my team scouted you. The boys already have dance partners, mostly their sisters, but Jake is still in need of one."

Y/N's heart nearly stopped.

Jake.

What were the odds?

Jennifer lowered her voice, smirking slightly. "You know, Ms. Y/N... Jake has been talking a lot about this one girl lately. And judging by that reaction, I have a feeling I know who."

Y/N's face burned. "I—"

Jennifer gasped, covering her mouth. "Oops! Private information. I didn't say anything! Anyway, here's the audition room. Good luck—I'm rooting for you!"

And just like that, she walked away, leaving Y/N standing there, reeling from the bomb she had just dropped.

Jake had been talking about her?

Her head spun with possibilities, but she didn't have time to dwell on them.

This was it.

The audition was about to begin.