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Taehyung shot up from his bed with a gasp, a thin layer of cold sweat on the surface of his skin. His hand flew up to his chest, trying to soothe his pounding heart. He took in short puffs of air as he leaned forward.
A nightmare.
Taehyung began to recall his dream, the mere act working him up once more. He suddenly became painfully aware of the darkness of his room, the shadows of the objects around him playing tricks on his mind. Maybe it was just the drowsiness. After all, he was fast asleep two seconds ago…or maybe—
He yanked the covers high over himself, burrowing into his bed. The sound of his breathing filled the small space, the air under the blanket beginning to turn hot and uncomfortable. He lifted up a tiny part of the blanket, letting in a small stream of fresh air before clamping it down against the bed once more, his mind envisioning a long, black finger poking through the small entrance and reaching him. Taehyung shuddered and hugged his legs close to his chest.
The blanket only served as a thin layer of protection between him and the terrors of the night. He lay painfully still waiting anxiously for something to come after him. Maybe he’d feel something graze his back—the hard touch of a monster’s claw before ripping into him. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Taehyung found himself seeking out his hyungs, mentally scolding himself for not sleeping with one of them like he usually did. He figured since it’d been ages since his last nightmare, he wouldn’t have anything to worry about.
For goodness sake, he was a grown man, wasn’t he?
But…
Maybe he could go to one of his hyungs.
Taehyung indulged the idea for a moment, his heart warming at the thought. If he was with one of them, he’d be safe—they’d make sure of it. He would be able to drift off to sleep in their warm embrace, his body relaxed and his mind blank.
He bit down on his lip as he weighed his options. Either he stayed here in his room, his overactive imagination making it impossible to sleep, or he escaped from the somewhat safe confines of his bed and bolted towards one of his hyungs room for solace.
…
..
.
Taehyung huffed and decided to tough it out. He was too old to be acting in such a manner. There was nothing in the dark, nothing to be afraid of. He was only overthinking—
His heart stopped as he heard something on his desk shift slightly, the quiet sound unusually loud. His blood thrummed in his ears as he began to panic. He could feel the monster walking towards him, it would rip him apart, no one would know—
Yoongi hyung.
The name cut through the storm that was his thoughts, allowing him to calm down somewhat. His room was relatively close and although his hyung wouldn’t be keen on Taehyung barging in so frantically, he would understand, right?
Taehyung gripped the blanket tighter as he mentally prepared himself for his courageous journey through the dark house, danger lurking within his very own room. He hesitantly pushed himself off the bed, the blanket coming up with him and letting in an influx of cold air.
Now!
The blanket was thrown to the side, landing half on the bed and the floor, as Taehyung bolted out of his room, his mind envisioning a monster hot on his heels, only moments from its grasp.
His heart was pounding as he reached Yoongi’s door, each miniscule sound reverberating throughout the house sending Taehyung into a spiral. He yanked open the door, relief washing over him like a wave as he spotted a head of hair peeking out from the top of the blankets. Yoongi Hyung.
He shut it closed, making sure not to look behind him. Taehyung let out a deep breath, the adrenaline from his endeavour lingering slightly. The shades were half open, the moonlight illuminating the room in a soft pale color. He wondered how many blankets Yoongi had huddled on his bed. It looked like a mountain range, all sorts of hills and valleys spanning across it.
Taehyung crept towards it slowly, wondering how his hyung was still fast asleep despite all the commotion he had just made. He figured he’d curl up next to Yoongi’s side on the edge of the bed. He began to crawl on the mattress, his movements deliberate and precise so as not to wake up his sleeping hyung.
“Ow!” A voice exclaimed in the dark void of the bedroom. Taehyung paused, his face paling and heart dropping. His left hand had landed on something hard. His eyebrows furrowed. He was on the left edge of the bed, Yoongi was on the right. He drew his confused gaze to Yoongi and then back to his hand.
Taehyung screamed and jumped back, stumbling.
The room exploded into a mix of groans and complaints, various different voices filling the air. All of a sudden, the bedside lamp turned on, lighting the room in a warm amber glow. An annoyed, half-awake Yoongi stared at Taehyung, fixing his position on the bed to sit up. A head of red hair laying on Yoongi’s chest peeked out from under the covers. Hoseok Hyung.
The blankets shifted to reveal a tangled mess of bodies—the rest of the members huddled together on the bed. Taehyung stared at them in disbelief.
“Why the hell are you screaming?” Jimin complained, tucking his head deeper into Jeongguk’s armpit to block out the light.
“What the…why is everyone here?” Taehyung asked incredulously as his eyes drifted back to Yoongi.
“Nightmare.” Everyone said—a chorus of gravelly voices. Yoongi crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at his dongsaeng.
“You too?” He asked flatly.
Taehyung nodded slowly and rocked on his heels. Yoongi sighed defeatedly and waved towards the rest of the bed. “Go on.” He shifted closer to the edge as the rest of the members groaned at having to move for possibly the umpteenth time that night.
Taehyung climbed back onto the mattress opting to enter underneath all the blankets and burrowed himself in between Jeongguk and Jimin. Jeongguk groaned as Taehyung dug his elbow into his stomach, trying to adjust himself comfortably.
His head popped out the top of the blanket, Jimin staring right at him as he made himself comfortable on Jeongguk’s chest. “Hi Jiminie.”
Jimin rolled his eyes playfully and tangled his legs with Taehyung’s, Jeongguk following suit.
The room was cast back into darkness, the lamp having been turned off and Yoongi shifting to return underneath the covers. Taehyung looked over Jimin to find Namjoon and Jin fighting over their blanket, Yoongi grumbling at them to quit it.
Taehyung smiled to himself and closed his eyes. Originally, he’d come seeking the comfort of one hyung but got his whole family instead. A great trade-off. He let their warmth envelope him as their compressed bodies wrapped him in a blanket of security, his mind finally at ease.
Right before he drifted off to sleep, a faint voice muttered,”Aish…you can’t have anything in this house.”
The rest of the members giggled softly at Yoongi’s complaint, knowing that he was secretly enjoying this just as much as they were.