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Nightmares

Screaming filled the air around me; deep, loud and agonizing. I was in a black room, no light except for the one across from me, illuminating the most horrifying scene.

Taehyung was tied up in chains, a python around his throat, slowly suffocating him. He was crying bloody tears, body littered with welts, scratches and bruises, along with what looked like burn marks. The burns were blistering before my eyes, then breaking and bleeding. Blood started to drip from his mouth as his eyes rolled back, finally succumbing to the deadly animal that's killing him.

"No! Stop it!" I screamed, taking a step forward. But every step only caused Taehyung to shift farther away. No matter how fast I ran to him, he'd only be pushed back farther.

My panic was suffocating me, as well as my tears. My Taehyungie was dying. They were killing my Taehyung. My Kim Taehyung. And I couldn't even save him.

The room shifted, morphing and twisting, until I was under the light. Taehyung was at my feet, sprawled out brokenly. I knelt down and took his hand, sobbing violently as I noticed how cold and stiff it was. "No, you're not dead, Tae. Come back... Come back..." 

The love of my life was dead, with the snake's body imprinted around his throat in an almost-black bruise.

The scene shifted again, and I was standing across from Taehyung as hooded figures burned him alive. His screams were echoing, ringing louder and louder in my head. He looked to me with what looked like hatred on his face.

"Look what you've done to me! I thought you loved me! Look what you've done!" he screamed, glaring at me as the flames engulfed him. I looked down as I felt something in my hands, and gasped in horror. I had the flint and steel in my hand.

Another scene shift, another reality.

Taehyung was standing on the edge of a cliff with tears on his face. He had a black eye and what looked like a handprint on his cheek. There were human grip marks on his arms.

"I hate you, Jung Hoseok. I'd rather be dead than to be used by you."  His voice was quiet and broken, but his glare was so sharp it could cut through bone. "I don't care. I never wanted to be a fag like you." I couldn't stop myself from saying those words. It was like someone was saying them for me; no control, no filter.

And I sounded so, so cruel. It was a lie. I loved being gay. I loved that Taehyung was gay. I loved Taehyung, and I would never hurt him or wish bad things to happen to him. And I care about him, so, so much. I love him more than I love myself.

"You were the one who wanted to be with me! You gave me your all, and then you decided to treat me like a ragdoll! What did I ever do to you!?" Taehyung cried out, slamming his fists against my chest. The rage in his eyes scared me.

"I see how you look at that Jungkook kid, Taehyung! You never fucking loved me! I was in love with a cheating whore, and it broke my heart!" I yelled back, and Taehyung's face turned soft. "Hoseok-hyung, I never ever was attracted to Jungkook. Only you..." he mumbled, brows scrunching into a frown.

I scoffed and grabbed his throat. "Like I should believe a liar like you." And I dropped him off the cliff.

"Hoseok!" I heard him scream as he plummeted to the rocky bottom.

"Hoseok!" Wait, why is his voice getting louder?

"HOSEOK!"

Someone was shaking me harshly, so I opened my eyes and reached out for the person.

It was Taehyung; hair messy, tired eyes full of fear and worry, lips pulled into a pout. His nightshirt was open halfway, exposing the panes of his chest and some of his soft belly and hung off of one shoulder slightly.

He sighed in relief and stopped shaking me once he realized I was awake and gave me a weary smile. "Shh, hyung. I'm here. You can stop crying now," he mumbled as he wiped my tears, voice that much deeper and rough with sleep. His voice had a calming aura to it and was one of the first things that caught my attention when I first met him. Three years later, I still haven't gotten tired of it.

Taehyung lifted me into his lap, holding me close and stroking the back of my head as he kissed my temple. "You were screaming for me for an hour, hyung. Please tell me what's wrong." I wound my arms around his neck and nuzzled his shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before I told him everything about the nightmares.

My voice broke and I started to cry again when I got to the last dream, and Taehyung immediately started shushing me and peppering me with soft kisses. "It's okay, my baby. It's okay..." he whispered in my ear, rocking me gently.

It was then that I realized he bolted across our house just to rescue me from my nightmare train. I positioned myself so that I hugged him like a koala, keeping him close to me as he lovingly nipped the shell of my ear while he rubbed my back.

"I love you, Taehyung. I love you so much, don't ever forget it. I love you and I won't ever hurt you like I did in my dreams. I love you," I sobbed into the crook of his neck, feeling him pressing me even more against his chest. "I love you too, Hobi-hyung. I love you, and don't you ever forget it. You're my angel, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. My sweet, sweet angel..."

He loosened his grip on me so that I could lean back and kiss his lips, tasting the pure love that bled out of them and into my own. It was a reassuring kiss, letting me know that I was okay and that he was okay, and that nothing could ever come between us.

We parted and rested our foreheads together, occasionally giving each other small pecks. After Taehyung's tenth tiny kiss, he locked his hands under my ass to support my weight as he stood up and carried me to his room. We went down the small flight of steps that fed onto the main staircase and across to the flight leading up to Taehyung's room.

He gently laid me down in his soft bed, then slipped in on the other side and cradled me gently. Our legs tangled together as I tucked myself into Taehyung's warm embrace, his chin resting on my head. One of his big hands lazily rubbed my arm, knowing it was the only way to get me back to sleep.

"Go back to sleep, hyung. I got you, just go back to sleep. It'll be okay," he mumbled, giving me one last kiss before drifting off. I breathed in his natural scent and slowly fell asleep, leaving a gentle kiss on his chest.

I never had another nightmare after that.