Once upon a dream

Nightmare

"Everything is going to be ok Kook"

Jungkook didn't say anything, how could he? It had been six hours since Taehyung had left, he was exhausted and worried but more than that he just wanted to wait for the elder to come back to him safe and unharmed.

"Tae can take care of himself."

"That's not it" he shook his head while his hands gripped the pillow he was hugging. "I'm just scared"

"Kook-.."

"Scared that all this is a dream. That I'll wake up back there with him and I had made all this up"

"Oh Kookie" Jimin joined him on the bed, pulling him in for a side hug. "I promise you that you're here, this is all real"

"But what if...what if.."

"Shh...none of that." Jimin helped him to lay down, tucking him under the covers and laid himself next to him. "You need sleep Kook, you're overtired. When you wake up Tae will be here, ok?"

"Will you stay with me until then?"

"Of course"

Jimin lay beside him and as much as he needed sleep, it didn't come to him. The feeling of drifting off visited him a few times but every time it was within his grasp something would jolt him awake.

Jimins even breaths beside him kept him grounded. In his head he kept repeating over and over that it was real. The bed was real, the blankets covering him, the room he lay in, all was real. Jimins breathing was there, the male who lay beside him wasn't made up, he was true and alive. This wasn't a dream.

Was it?

It had been a week but now these thoughts were coming to him, they weren't laying low and working in the shadows. No, they were up front, screaming at him to wake up, that it was all fake. Taehyung was gone, his presence wasn't felt and Jungkook was convincing himself that-that was the reason for his mental breakdown now. Except this voice, this nagging voice was telling him it was all a lie. Taehyung wasn't real, it was all made up.

Too in his head, he listened to that voice, let it flow through him until he was too far gone.

Convinced if he were to sleep now, he'd wake up back with Kwan. He'd be back in that house, all of this was just a fantasy, one that he used to escape from his reality.

He couldn't breathe.

Something was weighing on his chest, pushing down against him. He gasped for air, sitting up, hands flying to his throat as he struggled to bring in oxygen. There was a breath against his nape, a whisper in his ear.

'You're so pretty like this, darling.'

He screamed, pushing, clawing whoever was in front of him. Begging them through his cries to leave him alone. For some reason he couldn't focus his eyesight. Everything was left blurry and distorted, he could only see figures, outlines of shadows.

His back pressed against the headboard and he once again clawed at his chest, his lungs felt on fire, everything hurt.

Warm hands, familiar and too good to be real grabbed his wrists. They calmed his efforts, and when he felt lips brush against his cheek, a whisper louder than the one speaking in his head sounded against him. It willed it away and banished it from his mind. The monsters voice had disappeared and in its place was Taehyungs, strong and powerful, willing him to come back.

The air filled his lungs and he gasped at its fulfillment. Taehyung, his dream, his everything was here.

Finally.