nightmares | taekook

five.

Jungkook's POV

It's been approximately one week since I came here, every single night was the same thing for Taehyung and I. He'd scream and cry in his sleep, and, as much as I badly wanted to help him or wake him up, I knew he'd get mad. So I just let it be.

It was Saturday night and I'm currently laying in my bed, not able to sleep. So I stare at the ceiling, listening to Taehyung's steady breaths as he sleeps peacefully on the bed next to mine.

I check the time. 3:12am. I close my eyes, attempting to sleep. Right when I was about to fall into a deep slumber, I hear whimpers coming from Taehyung.

I sigh, snapping my eyes open as I listen to Taehyung thrash in his sleep, muttering incoherent words, voice shaking.

A few minutes later, Taehyung lets out a heartbreaking cry, causing me to shoot upright. I know he told me not to acknowledge it, but this time I just can't help it.

I quietly get out of my bed, walking towards his. I switch the lamp on and softly sit down on his bed.

I watch his sweat drenched body thrash in his sleep some more before I decide it's the right time to wake him up.

"Taehyung, wake up," I gently say, shaking his shoulder. He continues to mutter in his sleep so I continue to try and wake him up.

Finally, his eyes snap open and his body snaps upright into a sitting position.

His eyes meet mine, his bottom lip quivering as tears continue to flow out of his eyes.

"J-Jungkook, I-I-I-" He starts but I cut him off, wrapping my arms around him carefully. I run my hand up and down his back, attempting to soothe him.

"It's okay, Taehyung. You'll be okay," I whisper, I feel something wet against my bare chest. He's still crying. I slightly pull away, bringing the pad of my thumb to his cheek, wiping the majority of his tears away.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to say anything.

I carefully lay him back down on his bed, brushing his fringe from his eyes. "Do you want me to stay here?" I ask cautiously. I watch as he silently nods his head in response.

I switch the lamp off and lay down next to Taehyung. We're close enough that our shoulder barely touch, but that's it.

I turn over, facing Taehyung and he does the same so we are facing each other. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I whisper and he takes in a deep breath.

"Please, no." He breathes, burying his face in my bare chest. I'm surprised by his sudden action, so I hesitantly wrap my arms around him.

"Night, Taehyung."