It's hard to wake up from a nightmare when you aren't even asleep
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"No one gives a shit about your existence. Be thankful we're even keeping you alive and providing shelter for your sorry ass. Now, you can either deal with the pain and stop being a pussy or do us a favor and let me end your life."
Despite the way his heart pounded and shirt clung to his chest in sweat, Hoseok lays still as he stares up at the ceiling, clutching the sheets to prevent from thrashing around. He was hot. Too hot.
Hoseok sucks in a breath and closes his eyes, not sure if he should go back to sleep or get up. He dreamed of his father, and quite frankly, he was trying his hardest not to scream because he was terrified. It seemed that he'd never be able to escape him, even after he was dead.
As soon as he starts to get a nagging sensation in the back of his mind, he gives up on the idea of falling back asleep again and swallows as he immediately sits up, feeling his eyes widen in momentary panic when a weight slips from his waist to his lap.
It takes a long few seconds, but after he apprehends that the weight that startled him was actually clasped arms wrapped gently around his body - his cheeks begin to redden as he remembers he didn't fall asleep alone. There was a certain body that had been lying down with him the entire time.
Namjoon.
And the fact that Hoseok had not only cried but fallen asleep in the male's embrace is enough to send him into a frenzy of self-doubt. All he wanted to do was go home.
Sure, his heart was still hammering in his chest out of despair from his nightmare, but his insecurity and humiliation surpassed it. Palms sweating, he clutches onto the sheets once more, pulling the blanket off his body to let the air from the fan softly blow onto the sticky exposed areas of his skin.
Hoseok yelps when a loud ringing abruptly blasts from his side and after trying to locate the source of disturbance, he reaches for his phone warily. It was Taehyung.
"Hello?" He whispers, anxiously regarding Namjoon while biting the inside of his cheek. The tall male's round lips were parted open as he breathed gently, his hair also tousled in such a messy yet charming manner that Hoseok has to force himself to look elsewhere before he reaches out to somehow smooth it down.
"Hobi! We're coming over to pick you up! Yoongi and I are going out to eat and we want you to come too."
"Wait, right now?!" He asks alarmingly. Remembering he was trying to be quiet, his gaze flits back to the tall male and he sighs in relief when he doesn't stir. He must be a deep sleeper.
