Jongho's POV

For as long as I can remember, I've hated people touching me. It makes me feel off, my skin feels itchy, and my throat closes up. As the years have gone by, it's gotten worse and worse to the point that I actually developed a fear of being touched, meaning if anyone touches me, I panic. Well, except for one very specific person for some extremely unknown reason. I know, not quite ideal right, considering I'm in an Idol group with some of the touchiest people in KPOP. San and Wooyoung are real troublesome but I've generally learnt how to dodge them and their shenanigans. It's been a few years since I first met the boys and I haven't had an issue in that time, at least I hadn't...

Interviews aren't very fun, especially if they're English interviews. I usually get very nervous beforehand but I can generally relax myself very easily, this time was different though. We have an interview scheduled in an hour, an important interview. It's an English interview and will be aimed at our international fans, the people who make up most of our fan base. It's an important interview and I can't help but have the feeling that I'm going to do something stupid that will embarrass me and completely stuff up the entire interview. Once I finished getting changed into my outfit for the interview, I quickly left the room and ducked into another one where our snacks were kept. I sat down on the couch and dropped my head into my hands, letting out a deep breath and ruffling my hair in frustration as thoughts continued to run through my mind. I can't keep thinking about everything that can go wrong because then I'll make everything go wrong. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn't notice the door open until I saw heard San.

"Jjongie? You ok," he asked me. My head shot up at his voice and I saw Wooyoung and San standing in front of me with concerned looks on their faces.

"What's wrong," Wooyoung asked softly, obviously noticing I looked a bit off.

"Oh, it's nothing," I shrugged.

"No, come one. You can tell us," San said gently.

"I just, I'm a little bit nervous. This is an important interview and I'm a bit worried I'm going to make a fool out of myself and so something to ruin it," I admitted.

"Oh Jjongie, you're going to be amazing," Wooyoung said as he walked closer to me. I went to smile in reply but completely froze when he sat down next to me and wrapped an around my shoulder, pulling me close to his side. The places that he touched, immediately started to feel like they were burning and my breathing hitched.

"You're going to be perfect, just like you always are," he said, completely oblivious to the fact that I was beginning to panic, even more than when they first came in. I tried to pull away from him as my palms started to clam up and my breathing sped up.

"It's ok Jjongie, I'm here to give you some comfort," he said. My skin was hot and itchy and tears welled up in my eyes as he continued to hold me and I was unable to get away. I wanted to tell him to let go but I couldn't get any words out so instead, I whimpered and looked up at San with teary eyes, hoping beyond anything that he would understand what Wooyoung was doing wasn't helping me. San's eyes narrowed slightly before widening drastically and I almost let out a sob of relief at his next words.

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung let go, right now," he said quickly.

"What," Wooyoung asked in confusion.

"Wooyoung let Jongho go, you're scaring him," San yelled, lunging forwards and grabbing Wooyoung's arm before yanking him away from me. I finally had some breathing room but it didn't really help, my skin still felt like it was on fire and I couldn't even out my breathing. I quickly pushed away from the couch and fell to the floor, not stopping until I was pushed up against the wall. I continued to breathe heavily, beginning to hyperventilate as I couldn't shake away the feeling of Wooyoung's arms around me. He's never done that before, he's never come and hugged me so randomly. He's tried to but when I try to stop him, he usually would just leave it and move on. I didn't know what to do and I was still scared so I found myself beginning to cry as I curled in on myself slightly. Before long I was completely crying and hyperventilating, ugly sobs ripping from my throat.

"Fuck, Jongho. Jjongie, you need to calm dow-. Wooyoung don't touch him you dumbass," San said quickly. I couldn't see what was happening as I had tucked my head into my knees but I assume Wooyoung went to come over to me. I felt bad, really bad. I'm upset and scared and the way Wooyoung knows how to comfort people is through physical touch but right now he can't do that so he probably has no idea what else to do.

"Youngie, go find Hongjoong Hyung. I don't know what to do right now but he might so hurry," San said. A few seconds later I heard the door open and close which means Wooyoung left to find the leader. Problem is, the leader won't know how to help me either because I never told him about my fear, I never told anyone and Hongjoong isn't the one who is the exception.

"Jjongie, I need you to look at me." I slowly lifted my head, still panicking but I looked into San's anxious eyes.

"Hey, that's it. Can you talk? I need to know what's wrong, was it Wooyoung touching you," he asked me. I couldn't replied verbally as I was still sobbing and my airways were constricting but I managed a quick nod.

"Crap ok, so no touch," he asked quickly, receiving another small nod in return.

"What can I do to help you? I really don't know what to do Jongho and you're worrying me now. If I can't calm you down, you might pass out," he said. I could hear the concern in his voice but I still couldn't reply so I just shook my head and choked slightly as I tried to get in another breath but once again failed. There was a bang and I sniffled, looking over to see Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Yunho rushing in with wide and worried eyes.

"Where is he. Jjongie aegi," Hongjoong said before his eyes immediately found mine. He rushed over and knelt down in front of me with soft eyes before he reached out a hand towards me. My eyes immediately locked on his hand and my heart begun pounding even more.

"Hyung don-."

"STOP, GET AWAY FROM ME. DON'T TOUCH ME," I screamed, making him stumble back in shock.

"Don't touch him Hyung, that's what set him off in the first place," San explained quickly.

"What? How are we supposed to calm him down," Yunho asked. I just let out another sob huddled even closer to the wall, as close as I could possibly get.

"Hyung what do we do," San asked and even I could hear the plea in his voice.

"I don't, I don't know. He won't let us touch him, how are we supposed to help him," Hongjoong replied. See, I knew he wouldn't know what to do. None of them can help me, the one person that may be able to, isn't in this room. There was another bang, this time in entered Wooyoung, Mingi and, Yeosang. I immediately perked up slightly at the new comers.

"What's going on, Wooyoung said Jongho's having a panic attack," Mingi said.

"We don't know what to do," Hongjoong said quietly.

"Well don't just stand there would help you idiots," Yeosang said as he rushed towards me.

"YEOSANG DON'T."

Yeosang's POV

Mingi and I were having fun, just relaxing and preparing for the interview, trying to make fun of each other in English because, why not. We were having fun, so we definitely were not expecting Wooyoung to come running into the room.

"Guys Jongho's having a panic attack," he rushed out quickly. His face was red and his chest was heaving, as if he had just been running down the halls which he probably had been.

"What do you mean he's having a panic attack," Mingi asked as we jumped up quickly.

"I, he was nervous and I was. I tried to help but he, he completely freaked out and he's I don't know, he-." I quickly cut off Wooyoung's rambling by hugging him tightly, knowing he was almost panicking himself.

"It's ok Youngie, where is he though," I asked gently. Wooyoung took a deep breath before pulling away again.

"Come on," he said quickly before he started directing us to where Jongho must be. We both quickly followed him and before long, he was swinging open the door to one of the rooms and we hurried inside. Everyone else was already there, all looking slightly stricken.

"What's going on, Wooyoung said Jongho's having a panic attack," Mingi said.

"We don't know what to do," Hongjoong said quietly. That's when I noticed Jongho huddled on the ground, shaking slightly with tears falling down his face but he was looking directly at me. They're just standing there while he's crying, are they stupid?

"Well don't just stand there would help you idiots," I said rushing towards him. For some reason everyone started yelling at me to stop but I just focused on Jongho as he whimpered and reached his out to me. I immediately swooped down and scooped him up in my arms, lifting him up and carrying him over to the couch. I sat down and allowed him to cuddle up into my lap. He sobbed and clutched my shirt tightly in his fists, lowering his forehead onto my shoulder. I was confused when I looked over his shoulder to see the other's who were originally in the room, watching me with shock. I just raised an eyebrow at them before turning my attention back to the panicking boy.

"Jjongie, hey. Hey baby, you're ok," I said softly as I nudged his head off my shoulder so I could look at him properly. He whimpered and tried to get closer again but I quickly cupped his face to stop him. I listened closely to him, noticing his laboured breathing quite quickly.

"You're hyperventilating Jjong, you need to try and take a breath," I told him. He sobbed but nodded, and crawled closer to my lap so his chest was flush against mine.

"Just take deep breaths with me," I encouraged him.

"This ok," I whispered as I rested my forehead against his. He nodded slightly and closed his eyes. I did the same and made my breathing louder so he could hear it better and hopefully breathe with me. I placed my hands on top of his that were still clutching my shirt and squeezed them gently for some comfort. After a few minutes there was finally a change in his breathing and it started to link up with mine, slowing down.

"That's good Jjongie," I encouraged him. He sniffled and moved his head so it was tucked in my neck, his tears brushing my skin but I didn't move. I moved my hand to his hair and gently brushed my fingers through it.

"I've got you, you're ok," I whispered gently. By now he had calmed down considerably, relaxing in my arms but he was still crying quietly and sniffling into my neck. I finally looked back at the other's, now that he was calming down and wasn't panicking as much. They all still looked shocked. Why do they still look shocked? We've seen each other at our lowest, we have seen almost everyone panicking at one point or another. I still don't understand why none of them were helping him.

"What," I asked with a frown.

"You, you're comforting him," San said slowly.

"No shit, it's what you guys should've been doing," I scoffed, massaging the Maknae's neck gently.

"We couldn't," Seonghwa said.

"What do you mean you couldn't. All you had to do was hug hi-."

"He wouldn't let us touch him. Wooyoung and I found him a bit anxious for the interview but he was overall fine. He only started panicking after Wooyoung touched him and when Hongjoong came to comfort him, he started screaming," San said. Wait, what? I raised an eyebrow in confusion and my eyes flicked down to the youngster in my arms.

"Jjong," I said softly. He slowly lifted his head up and looked at me, his eyes blinking slowly and I could tell he was tired. I don't know how he's going to manage this interview soon when he looks exhausted. Hongjoong walked over and knelt in front of us, going to extend his hand but thinking better of it and sighing.

"We're going to reschedule the interview to sometime next week. Everyone go pack up quickly and I'll talk to Manager-nim. Sangie stay with Jongho" he said before leaving quickly. The other's immediately began doing as Hongjoong asked.

"Jjong, can you hold onto me please, I'm going to carry you to the van," I told him. He nodded and wrapped his arms around my neck. San helped me stand, making sure not to touch Jongho and I quickly slipped my hands under Jongho's thighs to hold him up. I quietly carried him to the van where Manager-nim was already waiting, clearly having been told what was happening by Hongjoong. He stayed quiet but opened the door for us so I climbed inside and went to the back seats, sitting down. I placed Jongho in the seat next to me but let him curl up into my side and rest his head on my shoulder. A few minutes later, the other's all entered the van and Manager-nim drove off.

"Hey Jjongie, can I talk to you for a sec," I asked quietly. He looked up at me and gave me a small nod.

"Why did you panic when Wooyoung touched you," I asked him.

"I have haphephobia, it's a fear of being touched. That's also why I never get involved in skinship if I can avoid it. I can endure it sometimes but I was already anxious and it was sudden and a bit trapping," he whispered.

"Why did you never tell us. We always thought you just didn't like it as much as us, we didn't realise it was actually a phobia of yours," I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I don't know. I guess I knew if I told you, everyone would become so cautious around me and I didn't want that to happen. Wooyoungie Hyung loves skinship, it's, what do fans call it, his love language I think. And Sannie Hyung and the other's love skinship as well, who am I to take that away from them," he asked quietly.

"Aish Jjongie, no one is going to care, especially your Hyungs. We just want you to feel comfortable and safe," I told him.

"I know," he replied, snuggling closer to me. Hold up, that still doesn't explain exactly what was happening now.

"Wait, so why are you fine right now? I'm hugging you and I was before," I asked, voicing my thoughts.

"I don't know to be honest, you just don't make me uncomfortable for some reason. While when everyone else touches me, my skin feels hot and itchy and I panic but when you touch me, I don't feel any of it," he told me. Huh, weird. He closed his eyes again and snuggled back down into my side. Although we were talking quietly, one look up told me that the other's had thankfully heard and were taking his words into consideration. We will definitely have to talk about this more tomorrow but for now we all know the basics of what happened and that he is ok. I could tell that Jongho was really tired, it was late and he had a panic attack so it's understandable. That's why when the van finally stopped, I carried Jongho into the dorm and into our room, Wooyoung telling me he was sleeping with San. I placed Jongho down on his bed before going to our draws and grabbing out pyjamas for the both of us. I got myself changed quickly before going over to Jongho who was laying on his back across the bed with his eyes closed.

"Come on Jongho, you need to get changed," I said. He whined and opened his eyes sleepily before rolling over and burying his face in the sheets.

"Jongho, come on," I chuckled, whacking his legs.

"I wanna sleep," he groaned.

"And so do I, so help me, help you get changed," I said. He rolled over once again and held up his arms loosely. I rolled my eyes but grabbed them and yanked him up, making him fall forwards but I stopped him.

"Are you going to help at all or are you going to make me do everything," I asked him.

"You can do everything," he replied with a grin. He is lucky he's the Maknae and I love him or I would be pushing him off the bed right now. I bent down and untied his laces before slipping off his shoes and socks, avoiding him when he kept giggling and trying to kick me. I'm just happy he's feeling a lot better so I'll let him get away with it.

"You couldn't at least undo you buttons for me," I said, rolling my eyes as he pouted.

"Fine, I'll do that as well," I sighed. I quickly helped him out of his shirt.

"Arms up," I told him. He complied and I slipped on his pyjama top. I decided to leave his pants as they were as they seemed pretty comfortable anyway and instead moved on to his earrings. I unclipped them and slipped them out before walking to the dresser and placing them down with the rest of our earrings.

"I'm just going to grab some makeup wipes ok," I told him, receiving a hum in return. Once I grabbed the wipes from the bathroom, I returned to Jongho who was sitting cross legged on the bed.

"Close your eyes for me please aegi," I told him and he complied. I gently got rid of all his makeup, making sure not to accidentally poke his eyes.

"Are you going to take off you makeup," he asked me.

"Nah, I'll be fine. Are you ready for bed now," I asked him. He nodded and shuffled back so I lifted up the covers, allowing him to slip underneath and lay down.

"Alright, get some rest and we'll talk more tomorrow," I said.

"Wait Sangie Hyung," he said quickly.

"Yeah," I replied, pausing and turning back to him.

"Can you please stay with me," he asked quietly, his cheeks tinting a slight pink in embarrassment. I cooed internally but nodded before turning off the lights and slipping in next to him. He shuffled back and while I got situated before immediately cuddling up to me and resting his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and lifted my hand to run through his hair.

"Get some sleep aegi," I told him.

"Night Sangie Hyung, I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too Jjong," I replied softly. 

A/N 

This was requested by bekahstull27 and I hope you like it

This chapter now concludes my KPOP Phobias/Fears for quite a while. It has been so fun to write all of these fics and I want to say thank you for all the requests and supports you have all given me

I will be starting my ATEEZ Oneshots fic now, so I hope you guys might enjoy that as well

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