Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

In the Heart of the Night (Soobin)

The clock on the nightstand read 3:18 AM. The room was cloaked in darkness, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. Soobin tossed and turned in his bed, his brow furrowed in distress. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath the covers. He was deep in the throes of a nightmare, one that pulled him back to a childhood filled with shadows and fears he thought he had long since buried.

In the adjacent room, Beomgyu was trying to fall asleep, but the muffled sounds from Soobin's room had stirred him. At first, he thought it was just the restless movements of a bad dream, but then he heard the unmistakable sounds of whimpering and soft cries. His concern grew as the cries escalated into screams, and he knew he couldn't ignore them any longer.

With a sense of urgency, Beomgyu threw off his covers and padded softly across the hallway. He gently knocked on Soobin's door, but when he received no response, he pushed it open, his heart racing with worry.

Inside, Soobin was tangled in his sheets, his face contorted in fear. Beomgyu rushed to his side, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing a comforting hand on Soobin's shoulder. "Soobin-hyung, it's Beomgyu. Wake up, it's just a dream," he said softly, his voice gentle and soothing.

Soobin's eyes flew open, his pupils darting around as if trying to escape the remnants of his nightmare. He looked at Beomgyu, his eyes wide and filled with tears. "Beomgyu... I'm so scared," he whispered, his voice breaking.

Beomgyu's heart ached at the sight. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Soobin, pulling him close. "It's okay, Soobin-hyung. You're safe. I'm here with you," he murmured, his voice steady and reassuring.

Soobin buried his face in Beomgyu's shoulder, his sobs muffled by the fabric of Beomgyu's shirt. The nightmare had left him feeling vulnerable and exposed, but Beomgyu's presence was a balm to his frayed nerves. Beomgyu continued to stroke Soobin's hair and whisper comforting words, trying to help him calm down.

The commotion had woken the other members of TXT. Yeonjun, Taehyun, and Heuning Kai, who had been sleeping in their respective rooms, had heard the sounds of distress and decided to check on Soobin. They moved quietly through the hall, their faces etched with concern as they approached Soobin's room.

When they saw Beomgyu holding Soobin, comforting him, they immediately understood the situation. Yeonjun was the first to speak, his voice gentle but filled with worry. "Is everything okay, Beomgyu? What happened?"

Beomgyu looked up, his face reflecting the emotional strain of the night. "He was having a nightmare. He's really shaken up."

Taehyun, always the empathetic one, walked over and sat on the other side of Soobin's bed. He reached out a hand, placing it gently on Soobin's arm. "Hyung, it's us. We're here. You're not alone."

Heuning Kai, who had been watching with concern, nodded in agreement. "We're all here for you. If you want to talk about it or just need to stay quiet, we're here."

Soobin looked up at his bandmates, his eyes still glassy with tears. The presence of his friends, their unwavering support, began to ground him. He took a shuddering breath, trying to steady himself. "Thank you. I... I was dreaming about my childhood. It was so real and scary."

Beomgyu tightened his embrace, giving Soobin a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay to feel scared. Nightmares can feel very real, but you're safe now. We're here to help you through this."

The room was filled with a comforting silence as the members each took their place around Soobin. Yeonjun sat at the head of the bed, gently brushing Soobin's damp hair from his forehead. Taehyun stayed close to Soobin's side, offering a steady hand of reassurance, while Heuning Kai positioned himself at the foot of the bed, his presence a silent promise of support.

As the minutes passed, Soobin's breathing gradually began to slow, the warmth of his members' presence easing the remnants of his fear. The members continued to offer their comforting presence, their collective embrace creating a cocoon of safety around Soobin.

Beomgyu glanced at the others, a silent understanding passing between them. "How about we all just stay here for a while? Soobin-hyung, would you like that?"

Soobin nodded, his head resting against Beomgyu's shoulder. "Yes, please."

The members arranged themselves more comfortably around Soobin, making sure he was nestled securely in the middle. They each took turns gently rubbing his back, speaking softly to him, and offering reassuring touches. The bed, which had felt so isolating just moments before, now became a sanctuary of comfort and solidarity.

As the night wore on, Soobin's sobs subsided, replaced by a deep sense of calm. The nightmare had left its mark, but the presence of his friends was a powerful balm. He felt a profound sense of gratitude for their unwavering support and understanding.

Yeonjun, with his usual perceptiveness, noticed how exhausted Soobin looked. "Why don't we all try to get some rest now? We'll be here with you, Soobin."

The others nodded in agreement, and soon, the room was filled with the gentle sounds of breathing as they settled into a comfortable arrangement. Soobin, surrounded by the warmth and affection of his bandmates, finally began to drift off to sleep. The soothing rhythm of their presence was a comforting lullaby, helping to chase away the remnants of his nightmare.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, the members of TXT remained huddled together in Soobin's bed. The night had been long and emotionally taxing, but it had also reaffirmed the strength of their bond. In the heart of the night, amidst the shadows of fear and the echoes of distress, they had found solace in each other's company.

In the quiet aftermath of the nightmare, the room was filled with a sense of peace. The members, though tired, felt a deep sense of connection and unity. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always have each other to rely on.

As the morning sun began to rise, casting a gentle light over the room, Soobin stirred, feeling a renewed sense of calm. He looked around at his bandmates, their faces softened by sleep, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

"Thank you," Soobin whispered softly, though he knew they were too asleep to hear. "Thank you for being here."

In the quiet of the early morning, the members of TXT continued to sleep peacefully, their dreams filled with the promise of new beginnings. The bond they shared, tested and strengthened in the darkest hours of the night, would continue to be a source of strength and comfort in the days to come.