sugar and honey - yoonmin littlespace 🍯 (incomplete)

34 // namjoon🧸

"OH HOLY SHIT OH- OH GOD I CAN'T SWIM HELP PLEASE PLEASE- SOMEONE ANYONE HELP THE WATERS RISING I CAN'T- WHY- WHY DOES NOBODY HELP ME? I CAN'T BREATHE, HELP-"

namjoon woke up once again at around two-thirty in the morning (2:30 AM) to his best friend screaming hail mary. his heart was beating in his ears before his body caught up to his brain and remembered that this was becoming usual.

his friend had been having a variation of the same reoccuring nightmares he went through a year prior.

he himself was having a pretty pleasant dream, one about him being with jin, and cuddling while watching lilo and stitch again.

he sits up, thinking about how his workweek has been made ten times more stressful by his sleeping schedule being absolutely fucked. he may be a 'workaholic' but, he's a workaholic with a ten (10) o'clock bedtime.

namjoon slide on a sweatshirt and walks down the hall to jimins room down the hall groggily, rubbing his eyes before opening the door and standing cautiously at the frame.

he was met with a dishelleved jimin with red puffy eyes just sitting on his bed.

"joon go back to bed, i'm fine."

namjoon sighed, smiling slightly before walking in and sitting next to his friend, rubbing circles in his back.

"i know i've said this, like everyday since you came here but . . . you're okay, nightmares are just monsters in youre dreams trying to scare you."

this was the sixth night in a row that jimin was at namjoons, and the sixth day he had woken them both up at 2 in the morning screaming and crying for yoongi -anybody, really - to help him swim to the top.

it had taken less of a toll on jimins work life, since the school he worked at was on march break. whereas namjoon still had to go to work everyday more and more exhausted just wanting to slip. he didn't know how to act because he was used to being able to freely do whatever and not have to control his regression.

he didnt know what had happened with him and yoongi and he was getting scared to ask any questions to the man in case he would break down.

they ended up sitting at the kitchen table, jimin numbly eating some greek yogurt while namjoon ate some fairy bread, trying desperately stay big and in headspace another day. even though it was usually the day him and jin video called.

they sat in near silence, jimin lost in thought while namjoon tapped his fingers on the table and swung his legs back and front slightly. he leaned in slightly towards his friend.

"so, have you thought of, well . . . you know?"

"well, "

jimin paused to take a sip of coffee, glancing and his friend who was tapping the poor table aggressively, with a forced grin, throwing him a confused glance before answering nonetheless.

"maybe? but therapists don't do much of anything for me. why should i pay to be told things about myself? then i get drugs that make me feel weird."

namjoon slid his legs under his thighs, licking the sticky sprinkles off his bottom lip before focusing back on the conversation.

he was slipping but he knew he couldn't. he needed to focus on jimin and helping his friend feel better, and making up with yoongi. it couldn't have been that bad right?

"min stop saying that. you need mowre- you need more medicine ! t-to help you feel better. like in total. . ."

"yea i mean i guess it makes sense, but zoloft makes me feel so, weird. i don't like the idea of something changing the way my brain thinks, like im a zombie more than usual. anyhow, do you want a sippy cup?"