Monsta X Oneshots

Not Alone (JooHyuk)

Minhyuk starts awake as if all hell has broken loose. Half formed dreams snag at his brain as he blinks heavily, already propped unconsciously on one elbow. His other hand scrambles for his phone.
It really does feel like all hell has broken loose in his mind, and takes him a few panicked, disconcerting seconds to come round. He breathes slow and hard, eyes crossing as he tries to squint at the time in his phone.
He's so sleepy.
Finally his brain registers, after several attempts of interpreting Minhyuk's sleep smeared eyes, that it's 4:15 am.
A moment of silence follows his rushed wake up as he slumps face first on his pillow. He relishes the feel of his bed and blanket on his limbs, the air conditioner licking him over.
He feels relieved. It's a rare feeling, because he's usually not like this. But there is no better relief than the one he gets discovering he has a whole three hours of precious sleep left.
It's a mundane thing, but he likes it.
The band has a mutual schedule later today, starting at around eight or something. So they have to be up at roughly seven.
And Minhyuk's glad he can sleep a bit more.
What woke him up in the first place anyway?
Minhyuk rolls onto his side, chest tightening as he tries to slip back to sleep. He grimaces as his limbs tingle, adding to his mussed up panic attack.
The room suddenly is too dark and Minhyuk is tossing and turning within a matter of seconds, hypnagogic hallucinations morphing and chasing each other behind his lids.
He breathes sharply, sensing the heft of someone's weight hovering nearby.
"Hyung," Jooheon rasps, placing a hand on his forehead. The physical contact quells the older, who blindly grasps the rapper's hand, breaths short and quick.
Jooheon quietly crawls over Minhyuk and slinks down next to him, waiting for him to relax before sliding an arm across his waist. Warm relief floods him, triggering and then calming goosebumps over his limbs.
He is too spent to ask the younger any questions, like how he happened to have been awake, because Minhyuk is sure he couldn't have woken anyone up: Changkyun is still snoozing in his bunk.
"Go to sleep," Jooheon slurs against his ear. "It's barely dawn."
Minhyuk slowly curls into him, nuzzling his nose under his chin. The rapper's hand moves up from his waist to card his fingers through his hair.
Minhyuk tangles his legs more firmly with this (not so) little angel who's saved him from the demons of night with the coming of dawn.
All at once everything is tranquil again, and sleep descends.