[Fading away]
The moon is glimmering in the dark sky. The night is too silence for Namjoon's comfort. Yes, it is true that he is the moonchild, but even for him, tonight is too much.
Taehyung had been shaking non stop since his confession. The fear in his eyes are still so vivid and clear. What on earth did one grown man did to this poor child for him to be in so much fear?
"My uncle did something to me"
Namjoon tries so hard to go back to sleep, but he can't. His eyes are locked onto this little boy curled up next to him. He wants to be in his dream, protecting him.
"You're up Joon-ah?"
Namjoon's jolted. He looks up and see Yoongi rubbing his left eye.
"Yeah, Taehyung woke up," says Namjoon.
"He did?" Says Yoongi, surprised that he was not woken up.
"Why did he wake up?" Yoongi continued to ask.
"Nightmare."
Yoongi lets out a big sigh. "Again?" He asked.
"Again."
Namjoon tells Yoongi everything that has happened. The more he tells him, the deeper Yoongi's frown is.
"What the.." sighs Yoongi. "What on earth was wrong with his uncle, and what on earth happened to Tae?"
Namjoon shakes his head. He too, desperate to know.
Yoongi draws closer to Taehyung and cuddles him. "No matter what happened, hyung will stay with you baby bro, nothing will happen to you with us by your side," says Yoongi.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Namjoon feels the warmth. He joins them in their little cuddle, although he is never someone who loves cuddles.
Just this once, he thought to himself.
***
Taehyung wakes up the next morning with a courage beyond understanding, beyond necessary, if he may say to himself. He does not even know what comes to him when he dials that number, maybe he shouldn't, but it's too late now.
He looks behind him to see both his hyungs are sleeping. He feels bad for waking them up and disturbing them.
"What do you want kid, speak," Mr. Kwon's voice pierced through from the other side, and Taehyung starts regreting his decision.
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A World of His Own
FanfictionNamjoon finds a book on a small table next to the sofa in a living room. KIM TAE HYUNG is written in the cover of that book. "It looks like a diary," he mumbles, as he turns to the next page, and the next page, and the next. As he's turning the page...