pastel [3]

thirty six

Third Person point of view

Jungkook woke to the sound of screaming and crying. The distress jolted him from his sleep and had him sitting up only to find the weight of a body held close to his. That screaming was so loud that it was piercing every one of his senses, making it so hard to focus on what was happening around him. When he searched the room for the source of the screams there was nothing, eyes falling back down to the beautiful blonde boy curled up in his embrace. The boy was completely still, eyes closed and mouth sealed, and yet the screaming continued. As Jungkook listened to it closer he heard the distinct honey of Taehyung's voice, spine chilling under that realisation that it was his screams he was hearing.

And yet Taehyung was completely still, deep within a sleep that hadn't been broken by Jungkook's sudden movements. Though as he watched the blonde sleep he noticed the slight twitching of his jaw every few seconds, eyes squeezed shut into a heavy slumber. Sweat dampened the roots of his hair that Jungkook felt as he ran his fingers through the strands. He was completely silent in the physical world, yet Jungkook was hearing his painful suffering that was occurring within a nightmare. A nightmare that was hazy and distant but very much there. It pulled at Jungkook, urging him to dive deeper into the other's mind and twist around the visions that had Taehyung feeling so distressed.

That twisted feeling set a sickness in his stomach as he ignored the instinctual desire and instead tried to focus on pulling Taehyung away from the suffering. So he began to gently shake the slight trembling boy, tapping on his temples and cheeks.

"Taehyung, wake up," he called quietly at first, but his words were drowned by the cries within the nightmare. Now twisting into something more sorrowful and filled with shame, a contrast to the heated rage Jungkook had felt earlier. It felt wrong to be prying on the deeply personal visions ones mind created in a nightmare, but Jungkook was unable to stop it as he upped his efforts. "Tae! Please wake up!" He spoke as if he was part of the terror filled dream, voice reaching deep into his conscience to tear the boy awake. It worked and Taehyung's eyes snapped open to stare up with wide, frightened eyes that twisted Jungkook's heart into painful knots. "Hey..." The moment he spoke Taehyung burst into tears. Without hesitation Jungkook pulled him in for a  tight hug, holding onto his arms now shaking with extreme tremors that agitated his whole body "Shhh, it's okay, you're okay." He tried to reassure, lips pressed to the roots of blonde hair as he absorbed each terrorised cry.

"No... It's not." Taehyung whispered, sobbing and sniffling into the younger males shirt, not bothering to hold back. Jungkook had told him that it was ok to cry and for many different reasons, the blonde believed him. So he did just that, cried and cried and cried. But he didn't dare inform Jungkook of what he had just been reminded of.

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"You are still shaking Taehyung. What happened?" After close to half an hour of the two laying together, Jungkook broke the void of conversation with the worries that had been building up, trying to steady Taehyung's trembling by cupping his cheeks and bringing their foreheads together. With each breath he took in he tried to get the other to follow, holding for five seconds before exhaling slowly. "Make sure to breathe," he whispered with a tenderness, searching the golden hazel eyes for any sign of what was happening inside his mind. "What was your dream about?" He asked curiously, thumbs circling the reddened ears that reflected Taehyung's flushed cheeks.

"It was nothing ..." lied Taehyung with as much sincerity as he could pretend to have. "Just something from my past." Each breath of explanation was separated by a shuddering stammer, struggling to keep eye contact with the raven offering every bit of care to him.

"Is it scaring you?" Taehyung immediately shook his head, trying to pull away from the close proximity only to have Jungkook pull him closer and touch a lingering kiss to the tip of his nose.