SeVen Uncaged

11: What Was Normal Again?

Perfect timing:

noun;

skill or luck that is involved in doing something at the most suitable moment—a skill you don't have.

A cry wrenched the night, pulling you from sleep with a start, heart thudding too loud in your ears as you searched the darkness. “Jungkook? You whispered, falling into the dip of your crooked bed as you pushed upright.

Only fitful sobs answered, panicked and gut-churning in their bodiless presence, driving the remaining grogginess away before you rolled, stumbling from the bed and rounded the corner to find the bunny rolled up in his blanket, his normally large frame curled in on itself as he fought off whatever chased his sleep.

Almost as soon as you reached his side, the door to your room flew open, the wood vibrating under the pressure of getting caught on something as three figures rushed in. “What’s going on in here?” It was Namjoon’s voice.

“I dunno,” you cried frantically, watching with helpless horror as Jungkook seemed to convulse with fear, his screams chilling you to the bones as you moved to wake him.

“Don’t,” Seokjin stopped you, his hand locking onto your arm. “He’s having a night terror. You shouldn’t wake—”

Despite his warning, you jerked from his grasp and threw yourself onto the edge of the air mattress that felt ready to explode under its duress, grabbing the terrified hybrid’s shoulder with a good shake. “Jungkook, wake up,” you choked.

The reaction was instant and swift. In the blink of an eye, Jungkook’s arm shot out forcefully in self-defense, pushing you from the bed as you gripped onto his sleeve to catch your fall before pulling the struggling bunny into your arms.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Kookie.. It’s okay.” He fought weakly in his sleep, pushing and pulling your pajamas as you pressed his face to the crook of your shoulder, rocking to soothe him until his muffled screams and sobs faded into small whimpers.

“Is he okay?” You realized the third shape was Hoseok, standing stiff and guarded in the hall behind Namjoon, watching while you rested your head over Jungkook’s; his hair damp on your cheek.

Letting out a shaky breath—probably the first real one you’ve taken—you gave a slight nod, brushing the pad of your finger over the small, indented scar on Jungkook’s cheek. “I think so.”

Echoing your relief, they all seemed to deflate. “Shit..” Namjoon sighed, brushing his fingers through disheveled hair. “I’m going back to bed.

Hoseok let the lion pass, worriedly appraising the situation before giving you an approving nod. “Let us know if you need help.”

Jumping, you clutched at Jungkook, ceasing rubbing his back and shoulders as a heavy weight rested on your shoulder before a warm breath fanned your paled cheek, sending your nerves onto high alert over the new sensation.

“Jin?” You swallowed, remembering he had stayed behind.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he murmured softly, just audible to the ear he had come uncomfortably close to. “You’ve had a rough day. You should sleep.” An arm brushed your side as it maneuvered around you, supporting Jungkook’s neck and shoulders for an easy transfer, though you weren’t ready to let go.