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Jake enhypen - Singultophobia

Singultophobia or Myoclunusdiagphragmaphobia is the fear of hiccups.
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Dinner ended with the usual mess — laughter, teasing, clinking plates — the warmth of the dorm after a long day. The boys were sprawled everywhere: Heeseung half-asleep on the floor, Jay and Sunghoon arguing over a game, Jungwon balancing a bowl of ice cream dangerously on his knee. Jake sat wedged in the corner of the couch, smiling at them, stomach full and heavy with contentment.

Then it happened.

Hic!

Jake blinked, his whole body twitching involuntarily. He tried to ignore it — maybe it was just a one-off.

Hic!

Louder this time. Sharper. He straightened up slightly, suddenly very awake, hands gripping the couch cushion beside him.

Jay caught it first. "Jake? You good?"

Jake opened his mouth to answer, but another hiccup ripped out of him, jagged and sudden. Panic bloomed in his chest like a fire catching on dry wood.

No, no, not this. Not again.

He remembered — too vividly — being small, maybe eight or nine years old, standing alone in his bedroom, hiccupping so violently he couldn't catch a breath. His parents had been asleep. Every hiccup felt like a choke. Like drowning. That night he had clawed at his own throat, sure he would die if the spasms didn't stop.

That terror had never really left him.

And now, sitting here surrounded by his friends, it rose up from the depths of his mind like a tidal wave.

"I—" Jake tried, but another hiccup shattered the word. His hands trembled visibly now. The room, once cozy and safe, blurred at the edges. His heart slammed against his ribs. His throat tightened. His body wasn't listening to him.

He couldn't breathe properly. He couldn't think.

"I can't—" hic! "I can't—" hic! "—breathe—"

Heeseung immediately dropped his spoon, scooting closer. "Jake, hey. Look at me. It's okay."

But Jake wasn't seeing him. He was trapped inside his own fear, mind racing with ugly, half-formed thoughts: What if it never stops? What if I pass out? What if I scare them? What if they get annoyed with me?

Jay was already kneeling in front of him. "Jake. Jake, listen. You're safe. It's just your body reacting. It's gonna pass. I promise."

But Jake couldn't hear over the roar of his own heartbeat. His chest heaved — quick, desperate gasps between hiccups. His vision shimmered, black spots forming at the corners. He squeezed his eyes shut, shame and terror tangling into one unbearable knot inside him.

"You're not alone, Jake-hyung," Jungwon said, voice low and steady. "We're right here."

Jake felt a hand — Jay's — close around his shaking fist, grounding him.

"Breathe with me," Jay said again, softer this time, as if speaking to a wounded animal. "In through your nose. Out through your mouth. I'm right here, okay? Just follow me."

Jake tried. God, he tried. His hiccups still jerked through him, but he forced himself to copy Jay: in, out. Shallow at first, shaky, but little by little his breathing started to match Jay's rhythm.

Heeseung placed a hand carefully on Jake's back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "You're doing so well," he murmured. "You've got this."

Minutes passed — or maybe it was longer, time had folded into itself — but slowly, Jake felt the worst of it loosen its grip on him. The hiccups faded, each breath becoming a little easier, the room gradually settling back into focus.

But as the panic left, something else crept in — exhaustion, shame, everything he'd been holding in for so long. The weight of it pressed against his chest until it finally cracked open.

And he broke.

The tears came without warning, hot and overwhelming, spilling out of him like something he'd been holding back for far too long. Jake buried his face into Jay's chest, his body still trembling from the remnants of fear. Jay didn't flinch — he just wrapped his arms around Jake, holding him tightly like he wouldn't let him fall apart alone.

"It's okay," Jay whispered, his hand steady on the back of Jake's head. "You're okay now. Let it out."

Jake's sobs were quiet at first, but then his whole body shook as everything spilled over — the fear, the memories, the helplessness of losing control over something so small yet so terrifying.

Heeseung's hand never left his back, his presence calm and constant. Jungwon sat beside him, knees tucked up, his voice soft. "We've got you, hyung. You're safe."

No one rushed him. No one told him to stop. They just stayed — close, steady, grounding him in the reality that he wasn't alone, that this fear didn't make him weak or a burden.

By the time the tears slowed, Jake felt completely drained, his head still pressed against Jay's chest, fingers gripping his shirt like a lifeline. Jay rested his chin gently on top of Jake's head, giving him all the time he needed.

"I hate this," Jake finally whispered, voice raw and shaky.

"I know," Jay said quietly. "But you're not fighting it alone anymore, okay?"

Jake swallowed hard, nodding against him.

"Next time you feel it coming," Jungwon added softly, "tell us. We'll be right here. Every time."

Jake let out a shaky breath, his heart still heavy but his chest lighter than it had felt in a long time. Surrounded by his members — his family — he felt the panic ebb away completely, replaced by something softer. Something safe.

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