Yeosang's POV

I get stage fright sometimes. I know, quite an inconvenience considering I'm an Idol and I'm always having to go on stage. The boys all know about my fear and often help me out when I get nervous, especially Wooyoung. Wooyoung has know since we were trainees and has worked out ways to help me when I get into a panic. We're currently getting ready for our first performance of Déjà vu in a few hours and I'm nervous. Actually nervous is an understatement, I'm scared shitless right now. This is a very important performance for me and I can't afford to mess it up. I've got more lines then I usually do, more centre and I've taken over San's place as the member with the confidence. I mean he still has confidence but I'm the one that's, you know, showing my abs this time. It's only quick, a few seconds at most but for me that's a lot. I'm not used to this kind of thing, the only other time I've really had this kind of confidence was when we were wearing that lovely red outfit. I want to do it, believe me I do but right now my mind is running through about a hundred different scenarios where I make an absolute fool of myself on the stage and everyone laughs at how pathetic I am. It ranges from my getting a concussion, to throwing up, to falling off the stage and breaking my back. I tried to take a quick deep breath but it was harder than usual. I quickly looked up from where I was standing, clutching onto the table in front of me. I looked into the mirror and all I could see was the scared eyes of myself looking back at me. I went to take another breath but choked slightly and that's when it went downhill. I began to have trouble breathing, my eyes getting watery as I quickly clutched at my jacket collar, trying to pull it away so I could get more air into my lungs. I clutched tighter to the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white and my fingers getting slightly sore. I looked into the mirror further, looking at what was behind me in the small room. I was hoping I would see my best friend in the room so I could turn to him for some help but all I could see was Jongho sitting on the couch looking at his phone. Crap. Jongho is the one person that I hate going to about my worries like this. He's the Maknae and he's not a big fan of comforting people and skinship which is what I would need right now. I spent 2 minutes contemplating what to do, where everyone else might be so I could go to them for some reassuring words. Unfortunately, it was 2 minutes too long and I was having even more trouble breathing. At this point, it didn't matter who I was, I just needed help.

"J-Jjongie. J-Jongho," I choked out, my legs shaking slightly as I leant against the table. Jongho hummed in reply, not really paying much attention. I can't do this, I really can't do this. A sob slipped out before another one and pretty soon I was just sobbing.

"Sangie Hyung," Jongho cried out. My legs finally gave out and I dropped towards the floor. Before I could hit the ground though, strong arm were wrapped around my waist and I was quickly pulled close to Jongho's chest.

"I've got you Hyung, I've got you," he said quickly. I clutched to his shirt and buried my head into his chest, breathing in his cologne as I continued to sob.

"What do you need Hyung? Tell me what you need," he told me quickly. I need comfort, someone to tell me it'll all be ok and I won't mess up. It can be anyone really but I don't want to cause even more of an inconvenience for Jongho.

"W-Wooyoungie," I gasped out between sobs, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.

Jongho's POV

I have a habit, a bad habit that caused a big problem. When I'm on my phone, I don't pay much attention to what everyone else is doing and kind of block everything else out. Unfortunately I was far too focused on watching some funny clips on my phone while waiting for it to be time to get our hair and makeup done. I was too focused on my phone that I didn't notice Yeosang slowly falling down the rabbit hole of insecurity and spiralling into a panic attack, until it was too late.

"J-Jjongie. J-Jongho." I hummed in reply at the voice that I vaguely heard, too immersed in watching a video of Stray Kids being crazy. My phone slipped from my grasp and my heart dropped at the sound of a sob. A sob. There's only one person in this room and that's Yeosang. Oh my god, Yeosang is crying. Fuck. My head snapped up and I looked over to see Yeosang standing by a stylist table, holding it tightly and his legs shaking slightly.

"Sangie Hyung," I called out quickly. I jumped over the back of the couch and ran to him, just as his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor. I managed to wrap my arms tightly around his waist before he hit the floor and hurt himself. I quickly pulled him closer to me, not letting him go.

"I've got you Hyung, I've got you," I said quickly. He grabbed onto my shirt and held it tightly as he tucked his head into my chest. I'm not good at this, I'm not good at comforting people and looking after other's when they need it. I have no idea how to make him feel better, all I know is to hold him and figure out what he needs.

"What do you need Hyung? Tell me what you need," I asked him quickly.

"W-Wooyoungie," he choked out.

"Ok, ok that's fine. You wait here and I'll go get him," I said nervously.

"J-Jongho," he said.

"Yeah," I asked quickly.

"I'm h-having a p-panic attack. Don't, don't leave me alone," he gasped out.

"Crap I'm so sorry. I don't, I don't know what to do, I've never done this before," I admitted shakily.

"It's o-ok J-Jjongie. Just, g-get me to W-Wooyoung ok. You're doing, doing fine but he'll know w-what to do," Yeosang said with a sob. Ok, I can do that.

"Alright, let's go Hyung," I said softly, quickly scooping him up in my arms bridle style. He wrapped his arms around my neck and nuzzled his nose into it, his head tucked under my chin. I quickly rushed over to the door, struggling but managing to get it open and slipping outside. Wooyoung, Wooyoung, where would he be. San. He'll be with San and San said he was going into the games room to watch some TV. I quickly rushed down the hall, making sure to keep an eye on Yeosang who choked and sobbed in my arms, making sure he was semi comfortable in my arms. I don't really know if they're comfortable actually, they probably aren't really but there wasn't much else I could do to compromise. I finally found the door to the games room and cursed internally when I noticed it was a round doorknob. There's no way I can open that when I'm holding Yeosang tightly in both hands. I don't want to put him down until I know he's in safe hands, I know that's a bit overprotective but it's Yeosangie Hyung. He usually has a pretty rough exterior but he's fragile and he needs to be protected. I quickly kicked my foot into the door a few times, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the TV. Not even five seconds later, the door swung open and San's expression changed from annoyed to shocked.

"Oh god. Wooyoung," he said quickly, moving to the side and ushering us inside quickly before closing the door behind us.

"Yeah, what's-. Yeosang." Wooyoung jumped off the couch quickly and rushed over when he noticed the distraught state Yeosang was in.

"Bring him to the couch," he said quickly. I nodded and went to the couch, placing Yeosang down quickly. Wooyoung quickly knelt down and grabbed Yeosang's hands in his, forcing him to look at him as he used his free hand to lift his chin.

"Sangie, it's Wooyoung. Can you hear me," Wooyoung asked softly. Yeosang nodded, moving forwards to place his forehead against Wooyoung's. I was surprised and slightly unsure about what to do as Wooyoung gently placed his hand on the back of Yeosang's and squeezed it softly, not moving away from him. I quickly walked over to San who had muted the TV and was watching the scene unfold sadly.

"Is this what they usually do," I asked quietly, unsure as to what Wooyoung actually does to help Yeosang calm down. I've never been around when Yeosang had a panic attack. Maybe I should take some notes if something like this happens instead of having to rely on Wooyoung all the time.

"Wooyoung and Yeosang just get each other you know. I dunno what it is but in times like these, Wooyoung helps him a lot. Yeosang tends to want a lot of skinship when he's panicking, lot's of hugs and comfort and he wants the reassurances that everything will be ok," San said softly, not taking his eyes off the two.

"And Wooyoung gives him that," I asked slowly.

"Yeah, he does. Hongjoong Hyung is quite good at helping him as well, always knowing what to say and how to reassure him," San replied with a nod.

"Is he going to be ok," I asked worriedly.

"Yeah, he's got Wooyoung to help him. He'll be just fine," San replied.

Wooyoung's POV

There was a massive bang on the door, three to be exact and San and I jumped slightly. I almost fell off the couch but San tightened his grip around my waist to steady me.

"I'll go get it," he giggled, getting up and heading towards the door. I just relaxed back against the couch, and continued watching the show.

"Oh god. Wooyoung," San said suddenly. He sounds a bit off. I turned slightly from the couch to look over at him.

"Yeah, what's. Yeosang," I gasped out when I noticed the sobs and curled up figure of my best friend in Jongho's arms. It was clear signs of him having a panic attack. I got up and ran over to them quickly, biting my lip nervously as I looked at how upset he was.

"Bring him to the couch," I told Jongho quickly. The younger nodded and swiftly carried Yeosang to the couch, placing him down softly. I immediately knelt down in front of Yeosang, grabbing his hand I one of mine and using the other to lift his chin up at me so I could look at him.

"Sangie, it's Wooyoung. Can you hear me," I asked gently. Yeosang nodded and quickly leant forwards and rested his forehead against mine. I didn't hesitate in cupping his neck and squeezing it gently to help comfort him. When Yeosang is panicking, it's the one time that he likes to have lot's of skinship and comfort. He was breathing heavily and tears were still streaming down his face.

"It's alright Yeosang, I'm here. I know you're scared right now but you'll be ok, I promise," I told him.

"I need you to squeeze my hand once for yes, twice for no ok," I said softly. He quickly squeezed my hand softly.

"Is this about the performance," I asked gently. He closed his eyes and squeezed my hand quickly, once. Ok, I could've already guessed that though, it's time to continue.

"Is it because of the part during the chorus," I asked. Three squeezes.

"Ah, so yes and no. Like it is that but there's more," I asked slowly. Single squeeze so yes.

"Alright. So you're worried because you're doing a lot more and you're scared you're going to make a mistake in front of all the fans," I asked quickly. He quickly moved his head to tuck between my shoulder and neck, inhaling softly and nodding.

"Ok, that's ok," I whispered, pulling him into my lap and hugging him as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kept his head snuggled into my neck.

"I want you to listen to me ok. Really listen to me and understand what I'm saying Prince," I said, squeezing him tightly. At the nickname, he squeezed my waist softly.

"Y-Yeah," he whimpered.

"Me, Hongjoong, Yunho, Seonghwa, Jongho, Mingi, San, Manager-nim, PD-nim and everyone else who played a part in this song, all know that you're good enough for this. You deserve every single part that you have and you're going to absolutely rock all of them. You've been practicing this for ages, you can do it with your eyes closed. I know your mind is going to immediately turn to every single scenario where something can go wrong but I need you to stay here. Be here in the moment, with me, right now. We haven't performed yet, we still have hours and when we do finally perform, everyone is going to go crazy at how sexy and amazing my Prince was," I said quietly do him. He was still crying but he visibly relaxed in my arms.

"That's it. I need you to take a deep breath and get out of your head, come back to me my sweet Prince," I said, placing a gently kiss to the side of his head. He whined and cuddled even closer to me if possible.

"You're doing well, just another few deep breaths. Everything's going to be ok, you're going to be just fine and if something happens, you'll have all of us to back you up," I said, stroking his hair gently. There was a gentle warmth on my neck for only about a second and I smiled softly, understanding what it was. His breathing was no longer erratic and he seemed a lot less tense and more calm in my hold.

"When you feel up to it, can you let me know how you're feeling," I asked him. I looked up from Yeosang and saw San talking to Jongho quietly on the other side of the room. I'm glad that they didn't crowd Yeosang.

"My head feels fuzzy," Yeosang whispered.

"Good fuzzy or bad fuzzy," I asked worriedly.

"Good. I'm so tired," he said with a soft sigh.

"You wanna have a nap," I asked him.

"Have to ask Hyung," he mumbled.

"Jongho," I called out, trying not to be too loud.

"Yeah Hyung," he asked, stepping closer.

"Can you go find Hongjoongie Hyung and let him know what happened. We've still got a few hours before we need to start actually getting ready and Yeosang is tired so he's gonna have a nap but Hyung needs to know," I told him.

"Of course," Jongho nodded before leaving. San also walked closer and nodded to me before helping me lift Yeosang up to the couch. We both sat on either side of him and cuddled up to him, letting him rest his head on my shoulder.

Yeosang's POV

Wooyoung as usual, did well to calm me down and quite quickly. He assured me that nothing was going to happen and if it did, he and the rest of the members would be there to help me. His words, were gentle, his touch was soothing and I felt my brain get fuzzy as all the bad thoughts slipped from my mind and I was left content and tired.

"When you feel up to it, can you let me know how you're feeling," Wooyoung asked. It took me a little bit to gather my thoughts and remember how to make a coherent sentence.

"My head feels funny," I told him quietly.

"Good fuzzy or bad fuzzy," he asked quickly.

"Good. I'm so tired," I replied, sighing softly.

"You wanna have a nap," he asked me.

"Have to ask Hyung," I told him. We've got a performance coming up in a few hours and I'm not sure if Hongjoong Hyung would want me to sleep beforehand.

"Jongho," Wooyoung said suddenly.

"Yeah Hyung," I heard Jongho reply.

"Can you go find Hongjoongie Hyung and let him know what happened. We've still got a few hours before we need to start actually getting ready and Yeosang is tired so he's gonna have a nap but Hyung needs to know," Wooyoung said.

"Of course," Jongho replied before a few seconds later I heard the sound of a door clothes. I jumped slightly as another set of hands grabbed me and I was suddenly lifted up and placed onto the couch. I turned my head to see San cuddling up to me and sending him a small smile before I rested my on Wooyoung's shoulder but grabbing San's hand softly.

"You get some rest ok," San whispered, running his fingers through my hair gently. It was comforting and I found myself struggling to keep my eyes open.

"I can't. Not until Hongjoong Hyung says it's ok," I said sleepily. They didn't reply after that, just continued to play with my hair and hold me gently. A few minutes later the door opened again and I blearily blinked open to see my small leader kneeling in front of me.

"Hey aegi, how're you feeling," he asked me.

"M'good. Just really tired," I replied.

"I bet you are," he hummed.

"Do you want to have a sleep for an hour maybe? There's still almost 3 hours until we need to get ready," he said.

"I'm sorry Hyung. I didn't mean to freak out and cause an inconvenience," I whispered sadly.

"Hey, don't think like that ok. It's not an inconvenience and although I hate to see you so upset, you need to get it out. Are you good to have a nap," he asked me, rubbing my cheek softly. I nodded at his words.

"Who do you want to stay with you," he asked me.

"Wooyoungie. Just want to lie down with him," I admitted.

"Ok, get comfy darling," Hongjoong said softly. San quickly stood up from the couch and Wooyoung lay down, pulling me into his arms. I was basically lying on top of him but I didn't mind, being close to him comforts me. I rested my head on his chest and relaxed as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Get some rest aegi," Hongjoong said, bending down and placing a kiss on my forehead before leaving.

"You guys should go have fun. I'm already stopping Wooyoung from relaxing, I do-."

"You aren't stopping me from relaxing, this is one of the most relaxing things I can do, cuddling with my friends.

"Are you sure," I murmured quietly.

"Of course, get some sleep my Prince," Wooyoung whispered into my ear before nuzzling his cheek against mine. My eyes slowly slipped closed and I relaxed completely, slowly drifting off into unconsciousness in the arms of my best friend.

A/N

This was requested by @atz.ys and I hope you liked it!

This had a bit more fluff than usual but I just wanted to have some more skinship

I hope you're all doing well!