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Don't Worry, I'm Here For You.

Paring: Han x 9th member! Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Han will always be there when you have a panic attack.

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A/n: I am mentioning panic attacks in this because I sometimes experience asthma attacks. Although I understand that they are not the same thing, they share some similarities.

I also just finished the first season of Jujutsu Kaisen, and it's so good. I'm currently watching the movie right now.

As the members of Stray Kids and backup dancers filed onto the stage, adrenaline pumping and anticipation swirling, Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of unease wash over him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he scanned the stage, searching for a familiar face. There it was, towards the back of the arena, a familiar pair of eyes that seemed to hold him together when everything else spun out of control. It was Han, his bandmate and closest friend in the group. But as he focused on Han, something unexpected happened. His breath hitched, his chest tightened, and a cloud of darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. Before he knew it, Y/N had ducked off stage and sprinted towards the nearest restroom.

Once inside a secluded stall, Y/N collapsed against the door, the familiar weight of a panic attack pressing down on his chest. He felt hot tears stinging at his eyes, his throat constricting as he struggled to catch his breath. Just as he was about to lose himself to the overwhelming terror, he heard a voice from outside the stall. It was Han's voice, calm and reassuring. "Hey, you okay in there?" Y/N couldn't respond; he could only manage a choked sob. A moment later, the stall door creaked open, and Han peered inside. "Y/N?" he asked, alarm etched into his features. "It's me, Han. I'm here. We'll get through this together."

As Han knelt beside him, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over him. He wrapped his arms around his friend, burying his face in Han's shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. "I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between sobs. "I didn't mean to ruin the performance… I just can't…" of relief wash over him. His bandmate had always been there for him, understanding the intricacies of panic attacks better than anyone else. Han passed him a small bottle of water, and Y/N took a shaky sip, his breath slowly beginning to steady. "Thanks," he managed to croak out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Han gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You know that. Panic attacks don't discriminate, and they're not a sign of weakness. We're all here for you, and we'll get through this together." He pulled a small, discreet inhaler from his pocket, handing it to Y/N. "Just in case you need it," he added with a gentle smile. Y/N took the inhaler, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him.

As they sat there in the quiet of the bathroom, the sounds of the arena slowly beginning to filter back in, Han reached out and took Y/N's hand. Their fingers laced together, and for a moment, they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond they shared, the understanding they had for each other's struggles.

"You know," Han began softly, "I've had my own share of panic attacks on stage. It's not easy, dealing with them in front of all those people. But we've made it this far, and we'll keep going together. We'll figure out what works for you, what helps you manage them. We've got each other's backs." Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and strength emanating from his friend.

As they sat there, lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the panic attack seemed to lift ever so slightly. It was then that Y/N realized something else: he was no longer alone. He had his bandmates, his friends, and Han by his side, supporting him every step of the way. It was a realization that brought a small, hesitant smile to his lips.

"Thanks, Han," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Han squeezed his hand in response, his own smile genuine and warm.

"We're a team, remember? And we'll always have each other's backs."