Autophobia: The Fear of Being Alone.

Chapter 3: Daylight Breaks.

The piercing alarm chimed, the noise ricocheting around the corners of the room, rudely waking the group from the depths of the peaceful sleep. Granted, maybe peaceful wasn't the way to describe this sight? You had, on one bunk bed, Taehyung and Jimin, who looked at peace, happy, and beautiful whilst asleep. Opposite them, you had Yoongi and Hobi, who always woke up in a tangled mess of each other's arms. You then had Jin and Namjoon, who both drooled in their sleep. They both had to constantly flip or replace their pillows, which grew annoying after a while. Finally, you had Jungkook. On the rare occasion that he managed to sleep, he was kicking, tossing and turning. He was a highly disruptive sleeper, to say the least. In all honesty, the boys weren't aware of Jungkook's trouble sleeping, he didn't want to worry them. Despite Taehyung's harsh opinions, he wasn't as bad as he was made out to be.

One by one, the boys all opened their eyes. Hobi jumped out of bed, already smiling and happily going about his day, waking the others up as he did so. He left Yoongi in their bed, a tired, swollen-face mess. In fact, this applied to the others as well. They all simultaneously groaned as they flopped over their bed sides. Yawns filling the room, with the occasional 'good morning' muttered here and there. No-one was really themselves in the morning. They all drifted from one area to another subconsciously, it was as if a pattern had been developed. One by one they took their turn in the bathroom, remembering not to take too long getting ready.

 When it was finally Taehyung's turn to go into the bathroom, he swiftly washed his face, and brushed his teeth. He checked himself over in the mirror, before fluffing his hair and leaving. He swung open the door, finally feeling more awake after the surge of cold water he had thrown onto his face. Stood directly behind the door was a zombie-like Jimin, his eyes were still half shut, and his breathing heavy. He might as well still be asleep. Taehyung chuckled, teasing the smaller boy by squeezing his swollen cheeks together cutely. Jimin, clearly not in the mood, snatched the latter's hand off, shoving past to enter the bathroom. Taehyung laughed at himself. Walking back over to his bed to grab his phone, and prepare his bag.

Whilst he was hunched over, filling his bag with his empty books, a stationary figure caught his eye. It was 8:17, they had less than fifteen minutes to be on campus, why were they still asleep? Taehyung finished packing his bag saying goodbye to the other boys as they left for their classes, before deciding that he was going to stay behind to wake up the sleeping boy. He peered over their shoulder, and it was none other than Jungkook. He expected to see eyes shut tightly, refusing to let in the blinding sunlight. But instead he saw the unexpected. Jungkook's eyes were wide open, staring emptily at the plain wall that his bed was pushed against. Underneath his face, there was a pool of wetness, as if he had been crying.