BTS - The Eighth Member

Hana and Jungkook

I got crazy nightmares.

Not that anything really traumatic or childhood-ruining had ever happened to me, so I put it down as stress. The line of work I was in was a tough one, so probably a mixture of being sleep deprived from travel or late nights plus the addition of living up to the standards everyone put on me, was taking its toll.

Usually, I didn't remember what they were about, just woke up with a tear stained pillow, completely out of breath and heart pounding.

None of the other members new about them, except Jungkook, and I made him swear to the grave that he wouldn't tell them, knowing it would just stress them out more. In hindsight, I probably should have let him tell them, as I noticed how wary he would get of me when nights were winding down. Most nights he would wait until I headed off to bed first, no matter how tired he was. And tonight was no exception.

"Night Kid," He poked his head in my bedroom where I was curled up, swiping through Instagram. I liked the nickname Kid, but not from Jungkook, he was only a couple months older than me and I didn't like feeling beneath him.

"Goodnight," I scowled at him.

He laughed at my reaction, knowing he was teasing.

Not long after he left, I set my alarm and threw my phone at my bedside table, allowing the exhaustion to take over, I closed my eyes gently.

Jungkook's POV

I bolted upright, hearing quiet yelps and whimpers from the room across the hall. Hana.

I slid a shirt over my head and dashed for her room. This was the third time this week she'd had a nightmare and although she never told me what they were about, it was obviously terrifying enough for her to have to yell out.

"Hana!" I sat on her bed, next to her shaking frame, tapping her sweating face lightly, "Hana, hey." I brushed the matted curls from her face, "You're dreaming. Hey! Just a nightmare."

Her eyes sprang open, pupils wide. She sat up, completely out of breath and in a high state of panic, "You're alright. You're okay." I grabbed her hands, rubbing circles on the back of them.

Hana's POV

"Sorry." I sniffed, knowing I'd woken Jungkook up with my thrashing once again.

"Hey. No." He spoke gently, "Don't be sorry."

I panted quietly, my heart was pounding out of my chest. Jungkook stayed with me, rubbing circles on my hand until my breathing steadied.

"You okay now?" He asked. It was obvious that he was tired, dark circles underneath his hazy eyes. I glanced at my clock, 4:00am, blinked back at me.

"Jungkook-Oppa, I am so sorry." I looked at him pitifully.

"Anything for our Kid." He smiled, knowing the nickname would lighten the mood. He got up to leave, ensuring I was completely fine first.

"Wait." I grabbed his wrist as he stood. A questioning face looked back at me, "Stay." I paused, "Please."

This wasn't an uncommon request, I'd asked him to stay a few times, but only when I was seriously freaked. I think tonight constituted as one of those days. Jungkook looked down at me with a gentle smile, "Well, move over then."

I nodded my head in gratitude and slid over allowing Jungkook to clamber under the covers with me.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, my back to his chest.

"Will you quit being sorry?" He answered, a hint of sharpness in his tone, "It's alright. Just go back to sleep now."

He wrapped an arm around my waist, a subtle way to let me know he was there and wasn't leaving anytime soon. I snuggled deeper into the covers, pushing myself back against him for warmth.

"Goodnight." He mumbled, tightening his grip on me.

"Goodnight." I closed my eyes, smiling gently to myself.

A/N: Okay! There's all the intro one on one scenes done. Hope you liked!
I have a couple ideas of different scenarios and things that I can write but I'm open for suggestions so let me know if you think of something good, or something that you can imagine Hana doing :)
Yeah that's all I had to say, bye bye.