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Mimmie POV
I woke up in cold sweat. Tears were trickling down my face and I was shaking uncontrollably.
I looked around in the unfamiliar room, quickly remembering where I was.
I had another nightmare. Even though I not with master anymore, doesn't necessarily mean he won't haunt me still.
My hands rested on a soft surface.
Oh no
I was lying on a bed
Master always told me that I was not supposed to lie on the bed. Animals belong on the floor or in a cage, not on a human bed.
I started panicking and quickly pealed the toasty covers of me. I jumped from the bed and ran out in the hallway, looking for somewhere to sleep.
I was quite unfamiliar with the house and couldn't really navigate. I then remembered where I came from when Namjoon followed me up the stairs earlier.
I didn't want to wake anyone up and have them knowing that I slept in a bed, so I tiptoed past the boys' rooms and then sprinted down the stairs as quietly as I could.
I got to the living room and noticed a rug before the couch.
Perfect
I got comfortable on the rug, even though it was a pretty hard surface.
Oh well I've tried worse
I started shivering, suddenly missing the toasty warm covers I threw of myself earlier. I couldn't go back though. I didn't want to get punished again.
I shook the thought of and let sleep take over my cold shivering body once again.
!Time skippueee!
I jolted awake once again, to the sound of slight whimpering in the distance. My ears perked up and I started making my way towards the noise.
I stopped in front of Jungkook door, where it seemed like the sound was coming from. The door wasn't fully closed, so I poked my head through the opening slightly, trying to be as quiet as I could.
My heart broke at the sight in front of me. Jungkook was rustling around his bed and whimpering.
The covers were kicked off and piled in a big fluffy puddle on the floor.
I walked closer, trying to get a better view of the situation. He was asleep luckily. It just seemed like his mind wasn't at peace at all.
His eyebrows knitted together in agony, while a small sheen of sweat covered his pale face.
I placed a hand on his pale forehead trying not to wake him up. I wiped a little sweat of with my sleeve, then crawled under the covers with him.
