Boboiboy Oneshots

We are not going anywhere

It was deep into the night when Gempa shot up from his bed, gasping for air, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon. His body was drenched in cold sweat, and his eyes were wide, full of panic and fear. The images from the nightmare replayed over and over again in his mind—the horrifying scene of his brothers falling one by one, each of them pushing him out of the way, protecting him while sacrificing themselves.

He could still hear their voices, the echo of their final words in his ears, and the sight of them lying motionless burned into his brain. It was too much. He couldn't breathe.

His hands trembled as he clutched the blanket, trying to ground himself, but nothing seemed real. The room felt like it was closing in, the air too thick, too suffocating. Gempa didn't know what to do, how to escape the crushing feeling of guilt and helplessness.

Suddenly, his door creaked open. "Gem?" Halilintar's gruff voice came through the darkness. "What's going on? You okay?"

Gempa tried to speak, but his throat tightened, and all that came out was a broken sob. His eyes welled up with tears as he gasped for breath.

Halilintar rushed over, his eyes widening in concern. "Gem! Hey, breathe. Breathe," he said, his voice firm but laced with worry. He placed his hands on Gempa's shoulders, trying to steady him.

Taufan, who had heard the noise from his room, quickly followed and entered. "What's happening?" he asked, his voice more serious than usual.

"He's having a panic attack," Halilintar said through gritted teeth, frustrated that he didn't know how to fix it. He wasn't good with emotions—he never had been—but seeing his usually calm, caring brother in this state was unsettling.

Gempa's breaths were shallow and fast, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. "T-Taufan... Hali... I—" His words broke as his breathing became more ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "They... they were all... gone... you... you were gone..."

Halilintar's eyes softened. "Gem, it was just a nightmare." He spoke gently, pulling Gempa into a tight embrace. For once, he let the protective walls down. "It wasn't real. We're here. We're fine."

Taufan nodded, sitting beside them, his usual cheerfulness replaced with deep concern. "Yeah, Gem. It's just a bad dream. We're all here, see?" He pointed at himself and Halilintar, then smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We're not going anywhere."

But Gempa's sobs only grew louder, his breath catching in his throat as he broke down completely. "I... I couldn't save any of you..." His voice cracked as the tears poured out, his hands gripping Halilintar's shirt tightly, as if afraid they would disappear too. "I saw you... die... all of you... because of me."

Halilintar's eyes widened in shock. Gempa was always the strong one, the one who held everyone together. Seeing him like this, breaking down, it shook something inside him. He hugged him tighter, resting his chin on Gempa's head.

"That's not gonna happen," Halilintar said, his voice low but firm. "You're always protecting us, but we'd never let something like that happen to you either. We're a team. We're family. No one's leaving you behind."

Taufan wrapped his arm around Gempa from the other side. "You've always got our backs, Gem. Let us have yours this time, okay?"

Gempa's sobs finally began to quiet down, but he still trembled as the overwhelming emotions continued to pour out. He leaned into his brothers, burying his face against Halilintar's shoulder as he wept openly, the weight of everything he'd been holding in for so long finally crashing down.

Halilintar, despite his usual rough demeanor, held Gempa with surprising tenderness. He rubbed his back in slow, calming circles, murmuring softly. "You're safe, Gem. We're safe. I've got you."

Taufan, usually the one to crack jokes or lighten the mood, stayed quiet, his hand resting gently on Gempa's arm, offering silent support. "We're not going anywhere," he said softly, reassuring him again.

After what felt like hours, Gempa's breathing began to steady, his body relaxing as the panic slowly faded. But the exhaustion from both the nightmare and the crying had taken its toll. His eyes grew heavy, and before long, his sobs had turned into soft sniffles, and his grip on Halilintar's shirt loosened.

"You okay now?" Halilintar asked, his voice still soft, though there was a hint of his usual bluntness in it.

Gempa nodded weakly, not trusting his voice to speak. He was drained, both physically and emotionally, and all he wanted now was to sleep, to let the darkness of sleep take over, without the nightmares this time.

"You should get some rest," Taufan said, his voice gentle. "We'll stay with you, if you want."

Gempa didn't respond, but the way he leaned further into Halilintar's side was answer enough. Halilintar sighed, pulling the blanket up to cover all three of them, making sure Gempa was warm and comfortable.

"Just sleep, Gem," Halilintar whispered, though there was a softness to his tone that only came out in moments like these. "We'll be here when you wake up."

Taufan gave a small smile and leaned against Gempa's other side. "Yeah, no more nightmares. Just good dreams from now on."

As Gempa's eyes finally fluttered shut, his breathing evened out. Halilintar and Taufan exchanged a glance, both of them relieved but still shaken by what had just happened.

For the rest of the night, they stayed like that, watching over Gempa as he slept, making sure their brother was safe, knowing that, no matter what, they would always protect each other.