Seokjin centric oneshot (jin×bangtan)

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An:-mentions of non consensual Sex, verbal abuse, Trauma.

"No! Stop stop stop!" Seokjin woke up sweating bad, breaths out of control, chest heaving with fear. Looking around frantically. "Stop...stop..." he whispered covering his ears up bringing his legs to his chest. Getting all small than his usually bigger frame. "Hyung?" "Stop stop stop..please stop" he cried out. "Hyung...hey..hey look at me.. its me yoongi.." yoongi said coming closer to seokjin putting his arm around his frame. "No stop...please.let me go.." Jin cried out. "Hyung wake up...you are dreaming..please wake up for me.." yoongi said slowly shaking him. "Plea.." but seokjin was on verge of crying out loudly, and screaming.

"Hyung please you are dreaming wake up..."yoongi said shaking him up a little harder. Seokjin finally woke up with a gasp. Body trembling with fear, darkness all around and was it his room? "You good hyung?" He looked over the sound, it was yoongi, his hand over jins shoulder. Worry clear on his face. Seokjin looked down keeping his head on his knees, "nightmare again?" Yoongi asked, seokjin sighed. Suddenly tensing up. "Hyun-" but before that seokjin got up and rushed in his bathroom shutting off the door with a slam. Clutching his stomach with one hand. " Please...stopp.." he said tears forming in his eyes. Trying to control his breaths which were going in the familiar chaos for him.

Keeping one hand on his chest trying to remain calm as his stomach held an internal war against itself, feeling it twist and turn and his guts being squeezed off to death. Pain, just.. so much pain, like...the day after- "for fuck sake...ah..." seokjin moaned out in pain. Slowly losing his balance, meeting the cold tiled floor of his bathroom. He let out a groan, hands clenching his clothes. Eyes squeezed shut. He stayed on the ground, over the years that was the best thing he had learnt. Whenever it was triggered. Just stay down or it'll get bad.

"Hyung....are you ok?" Yoongi asked knocking the door. "I....I am..good yoon...yoongichi...d..don't worry" seokjin managed to say trying to sound as normal as possible. "You...need something? " yoongi asked. Seokjin was struggling down, with a deep breath he said, "Nah.. am fine just want to use the bathroom...I'll....be...right there."Jin said. Opening his eyes, flooded with tears. It wasn't as bad as before, but nor was it good. He got up sighing a bit, splashing down some water on his face to calm himself.

Wiping his face he walked out. Half expecting yoongi to be sitting on his bed, and yes yoongi was sitting on his bed, the bed side light on. "I am sorry." Jin muttered out. Yoongi looked up from his phone which he mindlessly scrolled about. "Are you ok hyung? Feel better?" Yoongi asked making space for seokjin to sit. Jin sat and sighed. "Yeah...am better..." he said. Silence took over for few seconds. "Its third time this week." Yoongi muttered out. "Huh?" "Third time this week you had a nightmare...." yoongi said. "I am sorry...I know it is bad...it disturbs your sleep...I think I'll sleep in jungkook's room...he can sleep here....or I can go back to m-" "hyung.." yoongi said intruppting his rambling.

"Hyung..its not cause I am getting disturbed, it is cause I worry for you. I know having nightmares is a terrible thing and some people often have them. But...what worries me is that yours are almost too same...like...a pattern...as if you are dreaming the same thing. And it is not new. But then past few days they are so frequent it worries me. Are you stressed?" He asked. He shook his head. "No...I am not..." he said. "Hyung...." Jin looked up, "I know..I shouldn't...or I should but, these all nightmares...are...they cause of something?" Yoongi asked, seokjin having terrible nightmares wasn't a new thing. It was as old as yoongi knew seokjin, prehaps a little bit older than that.

The first time ever yoongi was alerted with seokjin screaming and crying in his sleep was about 10 years ago. They were still trainees then. Tired and exhausted. They all slept like a log on most days, but yoongi that day had work. So he was up a little late, working on with his laptop in dim light. His roommate, seokjin sleeping soundly on his bed. Or so he thought. It started with him mumbling something in sleep. Yoongi thought he might be a sleep talker, just like namjoon was. But soon enough the talking turned in whimpers soft yet clear, yoongi looked at him. Strangely enough, he was crying in his sleep. Prehaps a nightmare he had thought.