"Umma? Appa?"
Yoongi knocked on his parents' door, noticing on the bed that it's only his mother. She slowly sat up from her bed, seeing her son standing under the doorframe. She curled her brows in a worry look.
"What's wrong dear?" She reached over to turn on the lamp.
"Can I sleep with you?"
"Honey..you're nineteen years young..."
"Wh-Where's Appa?" Yoongi curled his brows.
"He's doing another night shift." She softly sighs, rubbing her eye. "He decided to change his schedule. Come here dear."
Yoongi let go of the doorframe, walking towards the bed and started to crawl towards his mother. He lied down beside her and wrapped his arms around her arm, sighing softly.
"Did you have a nightmare?" She had to ask, starting to caress his hair.
"..Yes."
Yoongi had to lie. He didn't want to tell his own mother that he's afraid and didn't feel safe. His nightmare is someone killing him in his sleep..not trying to point out any fingers to a certain person. Yoongi closed his eyes tight, trying to hold in his tears and emotions so his mother wouldn't worry more.
"Try to sleep dear. I'll be here." She moved her hand to his arm, caressing his arm.
"O-Okay."
"Good night honey."
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