-Your sleeping over at his house for a couple of days while his parents are working overseas-
"NO! NOO!" I heard upstairs in the bed room. It was time for my daily schedule, calming Yoongi down from his nasty nightmares. It was 2:00 am.
This has happened every.single.day. I don't even sleep in the same bed with him because last time accidently he kicked me really hard when he was screaming and moving too much.
He doesn't tell me what his nightmares are about, only that he's losing someone so important to him.
I take my reading glasses off and run upstairs to his bedroom. "Yoongi!" I shouted meanwhile I was running.
I opened the door vigorously to see him on the bed shouting 'No' repeatedly and kicking around the bed.
"Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi" I hushed him and sat on the side of the bed next to him, I grabbed his shoulders tight and wiggled him about to wake him up properly.
He stopped shaking and got startled that I woke him up so fast. I placed my hand on his forehead, he was sweating. "Are you okay?" I said in concern as I placed my hand around his face and he felt really hot. He didn't say anything. But he did do something.
He hugged me, but very tight. So tight I could not move from his grip at all. "Yoongi, can you please tell me what you've been having nightmares about?" I caressed his soft locks.
"It's not good to talk about nightmares y/n" he let go off me.
"I know it scares you yoony but I need to know, so I can help you more"
He sighed. "It's not like you have to help me"
"Oi," I said loud enough for him to understand that I was shocked at what he said. He looked at me with his precious puppy eyes that I fell in lov- Okay no y/n concentrate right now! "If no one was in this house you still would've continued with your nightmare and something serious could've happened yoongi, you would've suffered with depression or suffered with fear all the time, I am here to stop that" I got off the bed and walked down stairs, still annoyed at what he said. He's making me feel like all this help I've given him was all just a waste. Just junk.
I made my way to the kitchen to fill a cup of a water. Not for me, but for Yoongi once again. As I walked out of the kitchen Yoongi had been standing beside the counter already. waiting. I handed him the glass of water and he took it slowly and not once did I make eye contact with him.
I sat on the couch and rested my palms on my head, giving my self a head massage. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time but I'll just let him stare. I've either woken up at half 3 in the morning just to calm him down from his screaming and kicking or I've had to stay up all night to see if it comes back. To be honest I have not had my proper sleep in a couple of days now.
"...y/n" Yoongi interrupted my thoughts. I turned my head to look at him and raised my eyebrow. "You can go back home now" he said.
"Min Yoongi!!" I stood up from my seat. "Don't you understand that I can't. I have to stay yes I have to stay." My eyes started to get more watery. "But, why do you have to?" He said as he sat down on the couch.
"Because I love you!! I can't just go home and worry about your nightmares. I can't bare with the fact that you would be alone in this big house" I sat my self on the floor and cried. I let out everything that needed to come out for a long time.
I looked up at him and he was sat there with half his face covered with his fist and his eyes were red. 'Don't tell me he was crying' I thought to my self.
"Y/n, each day your here. I get this guilt." His words were shaky. "Why guilt?"
He shook his head "I get this guilt because your taking care of me too much that your starting to forget to take care of your self." He broke down. His tears were now visible.
I couldn't help but stand up from my mess and give Yoongi comfort.
"This is why I want you to go home, go get some rest please" he muffles on my shoulder. I sighed. "Really I'm fi-"
"No your not fine! Look at the bags under your eyes! Look at the dampness of your hair, How are you still with me when all I do is make you worse" He was now standing above me with watery eyes.
"Stop saying that. Don't you understand that the reason I'm still here helping is because I care for you? Don't you know that I love you?" I questioned.
He didn't reply for a second. "Don't you know that all this time I've loved you more?" He said, a sharp tear fell from his eye. I held on to his hand softly and kissed it multiple times. I pulled him down with me slowly on to the couch so we were both laying down.
"I won't go back home until I know your safe with me, can we do that?" I whispered into his hair and I felt him nod. His head was rested on my chest and his hands were playing with my top.
"Can you stroke my hair?...I feel better when you do that" I felt him smile.
"Sure" I giggled.
I stroked his scalp and fiddled with his locks. I also caressed his forehead to soothe his mind a bit.
"Yoongi?"
"Hmm" he hummed.
"Did you drink that water I gave you"
He nodded.
"Good" I stroked his hair again.
As I stroked his hair my eyes started to wonder off. My vision went darker and darker. Hoping Yoongi was gonna survive the night.
-I swear he has the mentality of a 7 year old boy but I've learnt how to love a big kid now.
