Insomniac (taekook)

Part 5

"So.." Jungkook starts.
Tae is still looking intently at his face like it's some kind of masterpiece.

"We should sleep together then!" He suddenly chimes.
Tae furrows his brows in disgust.

"No I'm not thinking in a dirty way!" He says quickly (even though that's exactly what he was thinking) "I'm thinking like.. platonically we sleep in the same bed , if you wake up from nightmares I'll be there and you can be with me when I can't sleep."

Tae is still looking at him like he's mad.
He can't sleep in the same bed as this person , he barely knows him. From what he's seen he's probably not a mass murderer , more like a desperate fuckboy , although he can't be sure.

"We don't know each other very well though it would be like sleeping next to a stranger." Tae says.

"Ok how about this , we meet up here at night and talk , get to know each other and stuff and when we feel comfortable with each other we can sleep together." He says. He smirks and looks at the floor " and who knows , by that point you might be the one thinking dirty."

Taehyung's fuckboy radar was defiantly blaring now.
But maybe this was his chance to fix everything , get his life back on track , this person who he sees , the one in his dreams , the one standing in front of him , might be the one to make things better.

It was no secret that Tae was failing all of his classes , no matter how much revision he crammed in to the day.
But without sleep everything goes to shit.
Whithout sleep you don't want to eat and if you don't want to eat you feel sleepy , but you can't sleep because your brain won't let you and the cycle continuous , on and on and on.
It was driving him mental.
The thought of all that blood and the pain he saw him go through was keeping him up , he had tried doctors obviously , but nothing was happening.
He'd gotten over the grief side now anyway , no matter how much he missed him ,Namjoon was gone and there was nothing he could do about it.
He would stay up late in to the night silently crying , desperately trying not to wake up his roommate , otherwise he'd start crying and they'd both be a mess.

It wasn't exactly a walk in the park for Jungkook either.
He'd lie awake , staring blankly at the ceiling , morphing it in to patterns with his mind, lulled in to a weird post-sleep coma by Jimin's even breaths.
But Jimin was rarely there , he was at Yoongi's being fucked in to the mattress.
Jungkook didn't care really , it was the same result whether Jimin was there or not.
Jungkook did used to have a bit of a puppy crush on Jimin , but over time it had slowly started to whither away like a dying flower with no water. He'd given up the hope that one day Jimin would realise that Yoongi was a stupid lazy, no-good, douchebag that was only with Jimin for his ass.
He was happy sleeping around , he wouldn't do it excessively , but enough to earn him a slight reputation for being a bit sleazy.
   
He'd tried doctors , medication , music , apps , books , you name it Jungkook had it littered around his room somewhere or tossed In a bin.
The medication made him even more sleepy. Sometimes there would be a brief moment of hope were he thought that maybe tonight it would be different , but it never was. It was crossing that thin line between almost sleeping and sleeping that he was having trouble with.

To sum it up they were both exhausted.
They needed help.