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Jake enhypen - emetophobia

@SKZ8_ENHA7 here's your request, hope you like it.
1000 words.

⚠️ throwing up

The studio pulsed with the rhythmic sound of footsteps and music as ENHYPEN powered through their choreography. The energy was high, each member moving in sync, pushing through the routine with determination. But for Jake, the world felt off-kilter. A wave of nausea crept over him, heavy and suffocating. His stomach twisted, a sharp discomfort blooming deep inside him.

Just push through it, he told himself, wiping the sweat from his brow. He took a slow, shaky breath, trying to refocus.

The music continued, but it felt distant now, drowned out by the roaring anxiety rising in his chest. Every beat echoed the unease in his stomach, each turn making his head spin. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, searching for reassurance. Instead, he was met with his own pale, uneasy expression. The sight only made the fear tighten its grip.

What if I throw up?

The thought sent a jolt of panic through him. He could handle feeling sick — he'd danced through exhaustion before — but the fear that accompanied nausea was something else entirely. It was consuming, irrational, but all too real.

"Jake, you okay?"

Sunghoon's voice cut through the noise, pulling him from his spiral. He turned to see his friend watching him with concern, and when Jake hesitated, the rest of the group followed suit, their movements slowing as they turned toward him.

"Yeah," Jake forced out, pasting on a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Just a little tired."

Sunghoon didn't look convinced. "Dude, you don't look good. Maybe sit this one out?"

Jake shook his head quickly. "I can keep going. Just need a second."

But even as he said it, his stomach clenched again, and the sweat on his skin felt colder.

"Seriously, it's fine," Sunghoon pressed, voice softer now. "Take a break."

Jake hesitated. His pride told him to push through, to act like he was fine, but his body was screaming otherwise. Reluctantly, he nodded, stepping away from the group. He moved to the farthest corner of the room, leaning against the cool wall as he forced himself to breathe deeply.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

His mind scrambled for distraction, for something, anything, to latch onto. He thought of home, the peaceful park where he used to walk his dog, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. But the moment of calm was short-lived as another, stronger wave of nausea rolled through him.

His heart pounded. His hands clenched into fists. His throat felt tight.

It's getting worse.

The fear coiled tighter around his chest, sinking its claws in deeper with every passing second. His body felt foreign, his stomach a churning storm he couldn't control. He swallowed hard, willing it to stop, but the dizziness made the room tilt.

He needed to get out.

Jake turned sharply, making a beeline for the bathroom, his vision tunneling. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the music behind him. He barely registered someone calling his name, Jay?, before he stumbled into the stall, collapsing to his knees just as his stomach lurched violently.

His body convulsed, and suddenly, he was throwing up.

Tears welled in his eyes as his throat burned. But worse than the nausea, worse than the physical discomfort, was the terror flooding his veins. His breathing turned shallow, erratic. His hands shook as they gripped the toilet seat. He felt like he was suffocating, his chest heaving too fast, his body betraying him.

I can't breathe. I can't...

His throat tightened even more, making him gag again. Panic surged higher. His hands scrambled uselessly against the cold porcelain. His vision blurred with tears.

And then—warm hands on his shoulders.

"Jake! Hey, hey — just breathe."

The voice was firm but calm. Grounding.

Jake barely registered Jay kneeling beside him, one hand steady on his back, the other gripping his shoulder. "You're not choking. You're okay."

Jake gasped for air between ragged coughs, his body still trembling violently.

"Listen to me," Jay said, his voice unwavering. "Slow down. You can breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth."

Jake tried, but his body still felt like it was spiraling.

Jay didn't let go. "Just focus on my voice. You're safe."

Jake squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to follow Jay's lead. He inhaled—shaky, uneven. Exhaled—still frantic. But he wasn't choking. He was breathing. He was breathing.

The nausea hadn't disappeared, but the suffocating fear began to loosen its grip, little by little.

Jay grabbed some paper towels, handing them to Jake. "Spit it out. Then take deep breaths."

Jake did as told, spitting out the remnants of bile, his throat raw and aching. His whole body felt heavy, weak. He wiped his mouth, his hands still trembling.

And then, the adrenaline crashed.

Tears spilled over before he could stop them, they weren't from embarrassment.

They were from fear. From the sheer discomfort of it all. The feeling of being trapped in his own body, unable to stop it, unable to control any of it.

"I..." His voice cracked. "I really thought...."

"I know." Jay's voice was quiet but firm, steady as ever. "But you're okay now."

Jake sagged forward before he could stop himself, and Jay caught him, pulling him into a firm embrace. Jake let himself go—let the exhaustion, the fear, the discomfort pour out of him as he buried his face against Jay's shoulder.

Jay held him there, rubbing slow, comforting circles into his back. "It's okay," he murmured. "You don't have to be scared anymore. You're okay."

For the first time that night, Jake believed him.

He was still nauseous, still exhausted, still shaken. But he wasn't alone.

Jay pulled back slightly after a while, studying Jake's face. "You good?"

Jake sniffled, rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve. "Yeah... just really tired."

Jay gave him a small, reassuring smile. "Let's get you some water. You don't have to go back to practice —just rest."

Jake nodded weakly, letting Jay help him to his feet. The nausea was still there, lingering, but the fear wasn't suffocating him anymore.

And for now, that was enough.

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