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The darkness of the room welcomed him as he awoke with a start, sweat soaking through his shirt. Panting, he tried to calm himself down, reminding himself that it was only a dream, that he was in his dorm. That he was safe. But his restless thoughts wouldn’t leave him alone.
It was eerily quiet as he shivered, trying to overcome his fear. The boy across the room lay still, only occasionally rustling his sheets as he moved. Jungkook watched him for a moment, observing the form in the darkness. Before he knew it, Jungkook had moved across the room, lifted Namjoon’s sheets, and slid into the bed next to him.
A disgruntled Namjoon looked back a him, his confusion evident. His hair stuck up at odd angles as he squinted to discern Jungkook’s form in the bed with him.
“Is everything alright?”
Jungkook didn’t respond, choosing instead to settle into Namjoon’s side. He enjoyed the warmth that the other could provide, the feeling of security and home. Namjoon moved his arms so Jungkook could move closer, hugging the younger male. Deciding not to question the issue further but rather to let the other be, Namjoon closed his eyes again.
“Tell me a story,” came a quiet whisper, so quiet he almost missed it.
With a sudden realization, he noticed how Jungkook was grabbing the ends of his shirt, clinging to him like his life depended on it. He finally saw the fear that was radiating off of Jungkook’s body, how hard he was trying to contain his shivering.
Tugging Jungkook even tighter to his frame, Namjoon created the most vividly imaginary stories. Kings and knights, princes slaying dragons, happy ever afters. He told tales of fairies and goblins, of witches and wizards. He talked and talked, making Jungkook laugh as often as possible till he felt the younger stop shivering.
Snow fell down silently outside their window as they held each other in the dark, their warmth calming each other, reminding them that they were not alone.