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Jake enhypen - social anxiety

⚠️This story mention unintentional self-harm, if you're uncomfortable please skip.
1300 words.

The day had started like any other. The members of ENHYPEN were gathered at a park near their dorm, enjoying some well-deserved free time. They spent their afternoon playing frisbee, joking around, and basking in the simple pleasures of a sunny day. Fans had spotted them from afar, but at first, it felt harmless. They were content to wave and smile, a friendly exchange with the fans who had supported them for so long.

But for Jake, everything began to shift after a while. At first, the attention didn't bother him. He was used to it by now, the way fans would light up when they saw them. But over time, it started to feel overwhelming. The whispers, the cameras clicking, the eyes all around him. It felt like every pair of eyes were trained on him, like invisible daggers piercing into his skull.

His heart began to race, his palms growing slick with sweat. His breaths grew shallow, and he found himself shrinking further into the group, trying to stay in the background as much as possible. He didn't want to show it, but the anxiety was suffocating him. It was like the world was closing in, the weight of the stares pressing on his chest.

"I think I'll head back to the dorm," Jake murmured to the members, trying to keep his voice steady. They had been too caught up in the fun to notice the change in his demeanor, but he knew they would understand. He didn't want to make a scene or draw attention to his discomfort, so he just quietly excused himself.

The walk back to the dorm felt like an eternity. Jake's mind raced as he stepped onto the street, his skin tingling, as if everyone around him was watching. He couldn't shake the feeling. It was like there were eyes on him from every corner, from every passerby. He felt like an animal in a cage, surrounded by unseen predators, and it made his breath quicken, his chest tightening with every step he took.

It's fine. It's okay. Just breathe, he tried to tell himself. But the words didn't help. Every footstep felt too loud. Every movement felt too noticeable. His skin crawled, like something was crawling beneath the surface, and his nails dug into his palms, as though he could scratch away the sensation of being watched.

Finally, he reached the safety of the dorm. But even as he stepped inside, he still couldn't shake the feeling. His breath came faster, his heart thundering in his chest. He sank against the kitchen wall, clutching at his neck in a desperate attempt to open his airway, to calm the growing panic that constricted his chest. His fingers traced the outline of his skin, like he could somehow force the tightness in his throat to ease.

It didn't help.

A wave of unease washed over him, and he started scratching his neck, then his arms, then his legs. It was as though something invisible was crawling on his skin, making him feel dirty, exposed, like he couldn't escape it. His nails left deep impressions in his skin, little spots of blood beginning to form where his fingers had dug in too deep. But no matter how hard he scratched, it only seemed to get worse. His breath quickened, his heart racing even faster.

Why did I leave? Jake thought bitterly, his face flushed with frustration. I should have asked someone to come with me. I should have told them. I can't do this alone.

His mind spun in circles, guilt and shame swirling together, and his self-doubt began to consume him. He felt trapped—trapped by the anxiety, trapped by the silence he had created around his struggles.

Back at the park, the members quickly noticed Jake had left. They were having fun, but they couldn't ignore the subtle change in his behavior before he excused himself. Sunghoon was the first to notice how tense Jake had become, the way he had seemed to shrink under the pressure of being in the spotlight. He knew Jake struggled with social anxiety, but it wasn't often that it flared up this intensely in front of everyone.

"I think we should go check on him," Sunghoon said, his voice laced with concern.

The members agreed without hesitation. They quickly made their way back to the dorm, but as they entered the building, they were met with an unsettling silence.

Jay was the first to spot Jake. He was slumped against the kitchen wall, his eyes wide, his breathing shallow. His hands were scratching his neck desperately, then moving to his legs and arms, his face contorted in pain. The blood stains on his skin were hard to ignore.

"Jake?" Jay's voice was soft but urgent as he rushed to his side.

Jake barely reacted, lost in his own mind, caught in the grips of his panic attack. His body trembled, and his skin was covered with fresh scratches. The sight broke Jay's heart.

Without a word, Jay gently grabbed Jake's wrists, carefully pulling his hands away from his skin. "Jake, hey, look at me," he said softly, his voice steady despite the worry in his chest. "You're safe. We're here."

Heesung quickly joined them, wrapping his arm around Jake's shoulders, gently pulling him into a comforting embrace. "Breathe, Jake. Just breathe," Heesung whispered, his voice calm and steady.

Jake's chest heaved with each breath, but his mind was still spiraling, trapped in the loop of his anxiety. Sunghoon stepped forward, directing the others to step back so that Jake could have some space. "I'll clean him up. You two focus on calming him down."

Jay and Heesung kept their arms around Jake, gently rubbing his back and talking to him in soft, reassuring tones. They repeated the same words, calming his breathing and helping him focus on the present, not the overwhelming thoughts in his head.

Once Jake's breathing began to slow, Heesung gave a small nod to Sunghoon, who immediately set to work, grabbing the first aid kit and carefully tending to Jake's wounds. The scratches weren't deep, but the blood had left marks on his skin, reminders of the struggle he had just faced.

As Sunghoon cleaned the cuts on Jake's legs and arms, Jay sat next to him, talking about anything and everything, trying to distract him from the pain and the guilt that was gnawing at him. "You're doing great, Jake," Jay said, his voice a calm anchor. "It's okay. We're here for you."

Jake's eyes were cast downward, ashamed of the marks on his skin, feeling guilty for not being able to control his emotions. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I didn't mean to..."

"Jake," Heesung interjected softly, "It's okay. You don't need to apologize for this. You're not alone. We're all here."

Sunghoon finished cleaning up the wounds, his hands gentle as he worked. Once done, he offered a comforting smile. "All good. You're okay."

Jay reached for the remote, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's just relax. Want to play a game? Something to take your mind off things?"

Jake nodded slowly, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. It wasn't easy for him to let his guard down, but with his members by his side, he felt safe. Slowly, the warmth of their care helped him forget the guilt, the anxiety, and the pain that had once consumed him.

The game started, and the members teased each other, filling the room with laughter and joy. Jake felt the weight lift off his shoulders as they distracted him, their love and support surrounding him like a shield. He wasn't alone anymore.

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