wayward ✗ myg+pjm

8

Darkness engulfed Jimin before suddenly being blinded by a bright light; putting his hand in his face to block the light he peeked out between his arms to see the source of the light was from a phone, one that was being held by none other than Min Yoongi. The male stood above Jimin who had fallen asleep on the couch, the room surrounding them was pitch black indicating it was probably late.

"What time is it?" Jimin asked in a groggy voice as he rubbed his eyes with closed fists.

"One in the morning." Yoongi turned his phone light off after Jimin flipped the side table lamp on illuminating the room in a dull light.

"Ugh, I feel like shit." Rolling onto his side he stared off at the wall as his mind went back to his dream, a sudden wave of anxiousness and nausea overtook his body and before Yoongi could ask him what was wrong Jimin was in the bathroom puking up whatever was in his stomach.

Rushing to his aid Yoongi squatted down next to the younger looking at him worried.

"Are you okay?"

"It's nothing." Jimin quickly replied while wiping his mouth with a tissue.

"Jimin, somethings wrong. You were crying in your sleep."

Jimin looked up at the other with wide eyes. "Huh?"

Yoongi looked away and began biting his thumb nail. "I came out to get some food and heard you crying, it wasn't even normal whining people do in their sleep it was full blown crying. You were also saying someone's name, Namjoon?"

At the mentioning of the males name Jimin turned his head back to the bowl and went on to puke even more before he was just dry heaving into the toilet. The boy couldn't even get a steady sentence out, he just kept hyperventilating as he kept thinking about his dream. The way Namjoon spoke to him and the anger he could feel from all three of the males in his dream making him light headed and slowly descend into a blackhole. It was a hand on his back that hesitantly rubbed circles on his thin shirt that made him come back from his delirious state, the hand belonging to Yoongi.

"Jimin..." The soft tone was one the younger had never heard come from the man, it made him feel warm inside and a sudden wave of emotions overtook him before he was crying hard.

"Y-yoongi." A head was planted right into the mentioned males chest making him stiffen and look down and the messy tangled pink locks that tickled his nose.

Yoongi was suddenly pushing all of his own fears and anxieties aside as a new feeling of protectiveness overtook him and he wrapped his arms around the younger in a comforting but protective way.

Leaning against the tub Yoongi pulled the other closer to his chest. "It's okay Jimin, I'm here."

"I don't want to die."

Those five words made Yoongi stop and his eyes widen. What did Jimin mean? Why was he saying something like that, did it have to do with this 'Namjoon' individual?

Whatever it was Yoongi suddenly felt like he needed to protect the small shaking figure in his arms, and so without another thought he pulled Jimin into his lap and let the pink haired boy wrap his own arms around him as he cried into his chest.

Jimin hated feeling so small and weak, but right now, in Yoongis arms, he felt warm and safe.

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After a silent (but surprisingly not awkward) morning after falling asleep in the bathroom, both males were going about their business getting ready for the day. Yoongi was typing up a quick ending to the current chapter he was on and was planning on taking a week long break before trying to push out the rest of his book. Jimin on the other hand was taking a long needed shower as he tried to get rid of the thought of his dream from his head, the hot water scorching his skin making it red. After he finished he slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top he'd brought with him into the bathroom before existing and making his way to his own room.