Taekook Oneshots {Requests Open}

Nightmare

Taehyung woke up with a gasp, sweat covering running down his forehead and his heart hammering. He looked around him, eyes whirling wildly, his nerves calming ever so slightly when he was met with the sight of his familiar room.

It was just that nightmare again.

Tae sighed heavily, flopping back down on his pillow. He was so sick of this dream, this awful dream that would stalk him every time he'd go to sleep. The bags under his eyes were like bruises- he was unable to sleep well at all most nights. He nibbled on his nails, a habit he'd always had when he was nervous. He didn't know what to do. Whenever he'd tried to tell his Hyungs, they'd been sympathetic but had reassured him "it's only a dream." It didn't feel like a dream. It was real, gut-wrenching and horrifying. No one understood.,

Exhausted from being kept up every night from the nightmare, frustrated that no one understood, and miserable that he was so lonely, Tae began to cry. It was just hot tears spilling from his eyes at first, but as his emotions overtook him, they began to develop into soft sobs, making his body shake with each one.

"Taehyung?"

Tae's eyes snapped open as he choked back the sob he'd been about to let out. He swallowed, trying to compose himself.

"Y-yeah?" He stammered out shakily, voice cracking.

The person stepped closer, and Tae immediately recognised it as Jungkook, which made his heart rate pick up. The maknae kneeled down beside his bed, big doe eyes wide with worry. Taehyung's crying must've woken him up, a thought which made him feel instant guilt.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked, reaching out and squeezing Tae's hand tight. A blush danced across Tae's face.

"I-I'm fine, K-Kookie," Tae said, his shaking and dry voice making it clear to the younger that he wasn't fine at all.

"Is it the nightmare again?" Kookie said gently, brushing his thumb tenderly across Tae's hand. The older's light pink blush darkened to positively peony. He'd had a crush on Jungkook for ages, and it made his heart throb to have his soft fingers gently stroking his own.

"I-I'm just so tired," Taehyung choked out, tears spilling out from his eyes again, which Jungkook tenderly brushed away. "I can't s-sleep anymore, it's just so horrible, and I..."

Taehyung trailed off, sobbing so hard that Jungkook was really concerned. "Tae? Tae, hey! Hey hey, shhh, it's okay, it's okay," he tried to soothe desperately, climbing into Tae's bed and wrapping his strong arms around the older.

Taehyung clung to Jungkook, his sobs slowly beginning to subside. He felt so safe in Kookie's arms, so warm, protected and loved. It made him feel like the nightmare couldn't get to him. His grip tightened. "Please stay," Tae whispered. "Please."

Jungkook ran one hand through Tae's soft brown hair. "Of course I will," he said equally softly. "I'd lever leave you." And, for the first time in what seemed like an age, Tae fell sound asleep.

Over the next few weeks, Tae and Jungkook had fallen into the routine of sharing a bed, cuddling each other to sleep. Tae's nightmare had ebbed away- it was unable to get through past his warm, happy thoughts of Jungkook- and he'd gradually returned to his bubbly, energetic self. However, this didn't mean for one second that Tae didn't still need Kookie's company; and that Kookie didn't need his.

Slowly but surely, romance began to bloom like a rose between the two, and before Tae knew it, Jungkook and he were proud boyfriends.

Tae had hated, hated, hated that nightmare. But if he'd never been plagued by it, Jungkook would never be his. So, in some ways, he has to thank that awful, malicious bad dream for making his life complete.

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