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Whispering Shadows pt.2

Pairing: Park jimin x Jung Hoseok

Genre: supernatural, ghost whisperer!Jimin, ghost!Hoseok, angst

Word Count: 2k

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A/N: Little disclaimer, the pairings in this series are going to be platonic! Thank you for reading, enjoy! 

It must’ve been a few weeks after Jimin’s encounter with that young ghost. He didn’t really leave the house after that, the feeling he was left with was crushing him. It honestly felt like he killed that boy. He couldn’t stop thinking about his poor sister, what she might’ve gone through. He contacted the neighborhood’s active Ghost whisperer about it, asking him what he’s supposed to do with ghosts. “Everyone’s job is different, you have to find what your part is in this”. Jimin groaned as he tried to get comfortable in his bed. Bullshit, he whispered to himself. He kicked his blankets off and headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. It was almost lunch time. He poured that black coffee that somehow resembled his soul in his reusable cup –yes, we are eco friendly- and headed out.

It was a shitty day. It would rain soon and of course he didn’t bring an umbrella with him. He sighed and kept on walking, his target being a little kiosk at a park nearby. As he was making his way –downtown- at a gradually faster pace, he bumped into someone and knocked them over. He cringed at himself and turned to face the person on the ground. It was a man, around his age. He helped him up as he noted that he was wearing basically rags and half of his clothes were destroyed. As soon as the stranger held his hand, he realized. Ah shit, here we go again. This time he tried to be just a tiny bit more rational about it

“Hello” he said softly as the first drops of rain started hitting his round glasses “Are you okay?”

“Uh, hi,” the stranger looked at him in awe “I think so”

“Do you know where you are?” He asked with a smile

“I’m not sure. I think I’m dead” he didn’t seem upset by it, just surprised

Jimin chuckled “You seem pretty chill about it”

“Chill?” his eyes got wide at the unknown expression

He sighed “Well, if you keep going in that direction you’ll find someone who can help you. See ya”

Without waiting for any kind of answer, he turned around and started walking again, leaving the wondering ghost to, well, wonder. Few moments later he felt cold hands grabbing his as softly as possible and he jumped what felt like twenty feet in the air. He turned around out of breath and looked at the young man

“What is it?”

“I’m so sorry” the ghost seemed so sad, Jimin almost felt bad under all the raging fear that ran through his whole spine “I can’t walk”

Jimin looked down. He was barefoot and his feet looked badly injured, as if he had walked in hot charcoal. What the fuck kind of testing is this. Could ghosts even feel pain? Was he being ghostphobic? That’d be a dickmove. He turned around and heard a small whimper from the ghost that thought was being left all alone. Jimin lowered a bit his body

“Hop on” he said waiting

The ghost obliged and climbed on his back. Jimin lifted him and started walking as the ghost literally wrapped himself around him like a koala. He was skinny. It was in that moment that a weird smell started creeping up on Jimin but he ignored it and walked under the rain. As he was approaching his destination, he could feel the ghost on his back tense up.

“I’m sorry” he whispered

“It’s my job” Jimin replied and came off maybe a bit too aggressive “I wouldn’t let you out there, you’re here for help and I’m the only one that can provide that help right now”

Silence again. What a weird ghost. He took out his phone and dialed the only number that he knew could help him at the moment

“You’ve reached the one and only-“

“Shut up Chan, I need your help”

“Well well well, look who’s back for more” the playful voice teased

“Why are you like this”

“Trauma, mostly”

“Well I need you to come here”

“Oh how the turns have tabled”

“Chan-“

“Do I have to rescue you, Mochi?”

“Bang Christopher Chan-“

“mom-?”

“Meet me at the kiosk you fucking idiot”

The ghost now seemed interested in what just happened. Jimin smiled and tried to explain as best as he could. By the time the ghost kind of got the essence of cell phones, they arrived at the kiosk. Jimin let the young man down and he sat on one of the big benches. The whisperer took his coffee out of his unreasonably big inner pocket and placed it on the little table, taking a good sip so that he’d be able to stomach what he was about to hear. But his nose was faster. In a closed space now he could clearly smell the burnt flesh and the smoke and blood. His expression became concerned as the ghost hadn’t taken his eyes off of the floor

“What’s your name bud?” really? Bud? How much lamer can you get?

He seemed to think about it for a bit “Hoseok” he concluded “Jung Hoseok. But my friends call me Hobi”

“My name is Park Jimin” he tried to keep calm but his voice cracked. Realizing that he essentially carried a corpse for two miles was making him sick to his stomach and the coffee wasn’t helping

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asked him

“I’m fine” he lied “I’m just not good at this yet” he continued through gritted teeth

“Oh..”

The silence made everything worse. Jimin wasn’t the one to make a big scene but he couldn’t handle ghosts, he just couldn’t. Hoseok looked young and scared and his empathy overcame his fear for a bit but that smell was punching him in the face repeatedly and he felt like he was about to have an anxiety attack

“I like your glasses”

Everything stopped. He looked up and saw the friendly ghost smile at him. And upon taking a better look, he tried, god he tried so hard not to show him how bad he felt. The edges of his hair were burnt, his nails were black, the skin of his neck a bright pink like an open wound

“What happened?” he managed to ask

The ghost’s smile dropped “Right” he said as if he had forgotten for a bit “I was a witch” he blurted out and tried to smile “I lived in a peaceful village. I don’t remember its name but it was beautiful. I lived with a family that wasn’t mine. Mother always said that they abandoned a miracle. She’s the only one that loved me” he started scratching the table nervously “One day, father said that we should try to cultivate that year because it was a blessed year as he said. I advised him against it, because my stones and pendulums said that the ground was poisoned and all the money would be lost. I told him that we should leave, that that land had something bad in it. But well..” he stopped

“He didn’t believe you” Jimin mumbled

“Everything died. Everything he planted died, even the animals. His kids started getting sick. He blamed me for it” he smiled at Jimin’s shocked expression “He said I poisoned the land and that I’m a spawn of evil. They told the village that I was a witch,” he choked up on his tears and Jimin really didn’t know what to do “I was just trying to help,” he said while his face was buried in his hands “I didn’t want them to lose their money and my siblings to get sick,” he was now sobbing, his voice getting louder “I just wanted to help them but they never believed me. Even mother stood in silence as they tied me up on top of woods and oil and-“

Jimin quickly put his hands between his hair and placed his forehead on the other’s head. The smell made him choke and tear up even more but this wasn’t about him

“This is enough, Hoseok” he softly said “You did nothing wrong, you just found yourself among the wrong people” he sat back down and the other looked up, tears running down his cheeks, his white eyes piercing right through him “You’re safe now, okay? It’s all over. No more pain, no more fear, no more suffering. You’re safe”

They remained silent for a bit to calm down

“Jimin?” Hoseok asked

“Yes, Hobi?”

“I didn’t deserve to die, did I?” he wasn’t angry. He was just so deeply, immensely sad. He looked devastated, as if he blamed himself

Jimin smiled “Of course not. People can be monsters sometimes. That isn’t your fault. And that doesn’t mean that no one will ever love you. The right people will give you the right love”

“It’s too late now”

He smiled even more at that “Someone told me that I have a very pretty face and that they recognize me from somewhere they couldn’t really remember. So make sure to recognize me next time we meet, okay?”

His eyes grew wide and smiled as Jimin could see his feet slowly fading away “I’ll try my best!” he said cheerfully “Thank you so much Jimin. Although you lied to me”

Hoseok’s hands started fading away rapidly as Jimin looked at him confused “What?”

“You said you’re not good at this”

His smile faded away, leaving Jimin alone in the room. He remained silent for a while, staring into the void with no emotion or thought running through his brain, when he heard a familiar voice

“Jimin?”

He looked at Chan for a second before getting up and stumbling outside the kiosk to empty his already not so full stomach. His friend –were they even friends?- ran his hand on his back, helping him maintain balance. A few minutes later he was done throwing up and sighed while still bent on his knees. Chan gave him a wet tissue and shuffled his hair

“Rough one kiddo?” he asked as the other one stood straight

“I’m older than you” he mumbled and made sure that his blond hair hadn’t gotten caught in the crossfire

“You always so grumpy?” he sounded annoyed but they both knew he wasn’t really

“Most of the time”

“So a witch?” he looked into the kiosk “That smell is really something huh”

“Tell me about it, I carried him all the way here”

“You’re getting better at this. What is it, your fifth one?”

Jimin gave him a side glare “Second”

“Second? And you didn’t fuck up? You’re a natural”

“I did fuck up” he sat on a rock nearby, not wanting to go into the kiosk any time soon “I basically told him that there’s a next life”

Chan stared at him for a while “And the problem is? Bitch no one knows that the fUck happens after those poor souls leave this earth for good, so you giving them hope that most people already have is not a bad thing”

“But-“

“No, you did good. I’m positive that there’s a next life, okay? I know there is”

“Whatever dude”

Chan sighed “Well, do as you please, but just know that ghosts demanding you to help escape is not random”

“How did you-“

“Bye!” he said as he was already walking away

“Fucking weirdo” he mumbled as he checked his phone

He had one message from his professor at university. He groaned and opened it

“Hello

Jimin, I understand that you’re going through some personal issues, but our curriculums still run and the exchange students will be here soon. You were assigned to host one of them, right? They’ll be late of a few days due to some complications in their transportation, they were supposed to arrive tomorrow on boat but they’ll come next week by plane, so we will have to go to the airport if that’s okay with you. That’ll be all”

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Whispering Shadows pt.1

pairing: Park Jimin x Jeon Jungkook

genre: supernatural, ghost whisperer!Jimin, ghost!Jungkook, angst

word count: 1.3 k

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Being a ghost whisperer is tough. It's one of those things that people find cool and kind of a superpower. But it's not. Being a ghost whisperer comes with a lot of responsibilities, and even though most ghosts are completely harmless, you have to deal a lot of angry, broken, devastated people that are left behind, waiting for answers that most of the time, you don’t have.

It's an already tough ability, that becomes borderline impossible, when you're scared of ghosts. And Jimin was like that. Jimin didn't have many friends growing up. He just had, well, his ghost friends. The ghosts that just, wondered on the earth, pointlessly, and they got a liking in him because, well, he could see them. At first, he didn't realize he was different, and he couldn't understand why no one else could see his friends. No one except for his mom.

Once he got in high school, she explained that it's a gift, passed down from previous generations. Jimin's decision to never have kids was never more set in his brain from then on. Although adoption is a thing, so who knows? But a ghost whisperer being afraid of ghosts? Yes, he knew it was pretty dumb, and he hated it almost as much as he hated himself. It was just something about knowing that those people are dead now, made him not want to interact with them.

Maybe because the death of his dad at such a young age was too much for him to handle. And maybe the fact that he kept seeing him after he saw him getting buried was not very kind for his childhood brain. Jimin hated his "gift".

He actively avoided talking to ghosts, especially if they were old and injured. He could handle kids, somehow. Someone would think that dealing with kids would be worse, but it was easier to him. Mostly because kids didn't really understand what happened to them. They knew they were dead, but they didn't really know what it meant. He was never sure what his part was. His mom died before she got the chance to explain. Whenever he saw a kid wondering lost, he always made sure to leave them in good hands of some other ghost whisperer.

People would be amazed at how many they actually were. Jimin didn't feel special. No, there was no special snowflake syndrome going on there. He felt cursed. He always knew when he talked to a ghost. Their eyes and mannerisms and their smell, God the smell was unbearable. Could be because his sense of scent was intense, or maybe he really just didn't fucking like ghosts.

After leaving yet another little girl to the neighborhood's active whisperer, he got home, exhausted from his day at university. He tried ignoring his ability for years, but the problem is that ghosts can detect whisperers just like whisperers can detect ghosts. So that was a pretty rude way of them just rubbing it in his face, while simultaneously giving him plenty of near-death experiences, which, ironic.

Once he got into the house, he turned the lights on and threw his keys in the bowl next to the door. He took a look at his living room and found himself on the floor, after screaming his lungs out. He remained on the floor, paralyzed from fear. This had never happened before. How did a ghost get in there? What was he supposed to do?

"What are you doing here?" he managed to ask in a shaking voice

The ghost looked at him with his white eyes and blinked a few times. He then smiled softly and sat on the couch. His couch.

"Oh thank goodness" he said, his voice cold and a bit distorted. He didn't sound relieved. He sounded like he was lying "I just had a terrible nightmare"

Jimin was still on the floor, waiting for his heart to stop at any minute and his ghost joining the strange dude. As the ghost stayed quiet, looking into the void, playing with the ends of his old fashioned clothes, Jimin could sense something weird. There was something different about this one

"Do you mind if I tell you?" the ghost asked, looking at Jimin, making him even more frightened. He still nodded, thinking that talking was better than the dead silence, pun intended. He also noted how kind this boy was. He tried to slowly get up, and the ghost gestured for him to sit next to him. Jimin stared at him for a bit. Weird. "I and my parents got aboard. It was wonderful until we went back to our cabins. I fell asleep and then-" he stopped "And then cold. So cold. It was sinking. We couldn't open the door. When I tried to call for my parents, my head was already underwater" silence for a few moments "what a terrible nightmare" he smiled but it was fake.

"Aboard where?" Jimin asked awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

The young man looked at him "The Titanic of course"

Jimin's eyes grew bigger at the mention. An old one. He hadn't encountered any ghosts that were so old, neither ones that didn't know they had died. He took a good look at him. His skin was blue, and he had ice on his eyebrows and hair and cheeks and lips. Still, he could see he was a very handsome man. Every time he spoke, a bit of water escaped his lips but he didn't even seem to notice

"What's your name?"

"Jeon Jungkook" he smiled "I'm sorry, I don't remember yours. Everything feels fuzzy"

Jimin swallowed harshly "Park Jimin"

"Park Jimin. Where am I, exactly?" he asked as if he suddenly realized he's not where he should be

"Jungkook" Jimin hesitantly held his cold hand, he could feel the water still on it

"Am I still dreaming?"

You're dead. That's what Jimin should've said. But seeing this young boy shake in fear was just unbearable to watch.

He smiled "Yes. You're still sleeping"

The smile on his face was worth it. He let out a sigh of relief and held Jimin's hand too. Jimin could swear he almost felt a bit of warmth

"You're such a pretty young man, I wonder where I've seen you without noticing you" Jungkook said with a big smile "We're visiting my young sister you know. She's waiting for us" a bit of the water fell on Jimin's hand and he was about to lose it, but the boy was so relieved, he couldn't help but feel a bit happy for him, while feeling terrible for his sister

"Jungkook, you have to wake up" Jimin said, for some reason feeling sad, almost guilty, as if he was killing him all over again.

Jungkook nodded "You're right, mother will want me to sing to her, it helps with her pains"

Jimin closed his eyes, hating how this sweet boy died so tragically for no reason at all

"Hey Jimin, could you maybe sing to me? It helps me fall asleep. If you fall asleep in your dream you wake up in real life, right?"

Jimin smiled bitterly "Of course"

He started humming a lullaby his mom used to sing him to sleep with, feeling the other boy leaning on his shoulder.

"Jimin?"

"Yes?"

"I'm very cold"

His breath hitched "Your blankets probably fell off, silly"

"I'm scared"

Silence. Of course he was scared. Somewhere deep down he knew. Jimin bit his lower lip. He held the boy’s hand and placed his free one between his wet, frozen hair

"Close your eyes Jungkook. I'm here with you. I'll be with you until you fall asleep and wake up in your bed, okay?"

"Thank you Jimin"

Why was he crying? He tried to wipe his tears, sparing Jungkook from any more fear

"Jimin?" this time was more hesitant

"Yes, Jungkook?"

"I really don't want to die, Jimin" He looked at the young boy, but he was already gone.

His couch was soaking wet, just like his shirt on his shoulder. He couldn't care less. He brought his legs to his chest and pressured them against his body, as he leaned on his arms and cried for a boy dying over a century ago. That was not a gift. It was a curse. And he hated it.

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I want to breathe, I hate this night I want to wake up, I hate this dream

Genre: Angst, fluff (oneshot)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Park Jimin

Words: 830 

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The rain was falling heavy that night, the once comforting sound not even coming close to making Jimin feel better. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the big couch, eyes fixed on the short coffee table in front of him. He wasn’t crying, although he wanted to. He just couldn’t, he had too much going on through his head and his heart for him to find something to cry about.

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Trapped

pairing: Kim Namjoon x Jeon Jungkook

genre: angst, fluff (one shot)

word count: 491

He was just standing there, his face dark as the sun hit his back, his stare somewhere far, somewhere without name, without place.

The smoke of the cigarette slipping through his lips and his observer craved that burn in his lungs more than anything. But he couldn't. He had promised.

The brown haired boy finally looked up, his fingers grasping the cigarette again and bringing it to his mouth sharply, inhaling the awful tasting smoke.

He was standing there, bathed in light and yet everything about him was so dark and unapproachable. From the way he spoke to the way his eyes sparkled with something that the younger couldn't really name.

Jungkook tried for years to decipher the spark that defined Namjoon's eyes, but he never found the right words. He was sitting on the edge of his seat in silence, as the older stood against the kitchen counter.

The silence was unbearable. Jungkook felt all its weight pressuring his shoulders, he didn't know what to say or do. He didn't know if he had to say or do something. He settled with letting Namjoon decide, he was the one calling him there anyway.

Namjoon finally put out his cigarette, Jungkook sighing in relief upon seeing the burning hot object crushed on something that was not Namjoon's skin.

Jungkook felt always safe with him, no matter how angry, or upset, or out of his mind Namjoon might've been, he always felt safe. And this time was no different.

He could see it in his jaw that he was tense and angry and frustrated. He could just beat him on the spot but the younger knew better than that. The other boy kept walking up and down, as if he was trying to get rid of something that was glued on his back. Something like guilt. Anger. Fear.

He finally stopped, and Jungkook stood up, not really knowing why. Namjoon saw the chance and took it. He walked towards him looking ready to tear him apart, ready to unleash all of this pain on him. Jungkook stood still as the older leaned on him and hugged him so tightly he almost couldn't breathe. Of course he would hug him.

Namjoon was a big man. He was tall and he had broad shoulders and back, his arms lean from the hours spent at the gym. But at the end of the day, he was just a little boy too. Scared, and hurt, and sad. He was a small kid trapped in a man's body. In a man's body who's shoulders had to carry the weight of the world.

Jungkook held him softly, running his fingers through his hair, not saying a single word. He always learnt something new with Namjoon, even if neither of them meant for that to happen. That day, he learnt that words don't always matter. Even to someone like Namjoon, words sometimes just aren't enough. And sometimes, that's okay.

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5:25 am

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, oneshot

Word count: 980

A/N: Inspired by this tweet uwu

Yoongi was staring out the window, softly biting the edges of his glasses, lost in thought, trying to get his brain to work, trying to get inspired by something, anything. His gaze traveled across the horizon, over the tops of the buildings, trying to make words out of the smoke and clouds, trying to see something that would trigger his brain to start writing.

After a while he sighed, closing his eyes to relax, feeling the soft sun touching his skin gently, as if it was trying to make him feel better. He rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, spinning in the chair of the desk. For a brief moment, he wondered where the other boys were. It was yet another one of those times when he would lock himself in his studio for days on end, trying to come up with something new, something original, something never been done before. Something his boys would be proud of. He suddenly got aware of the absolute silence that infested the room, six boys shouldn’t be so quiet, unless…

What time was it? What day? He realized how out of place and time he was, turning on his phone to glance at the screen just for few moments. 5:23 am, Saturday. No wonder he was alone. Growl. He scrunched his nose at the sound of his stomach complaining about the lack of food in so many.. Hours, he wanted to hope. He took a look at his hands, boney and pale, his skin looking paper thin. He looked around him and found the nearest water bottle, driving his chair all the way to it, too tired to even stand up. He was planning on taking a small sip, but he quickly realized how thirsty he was, drinking the whole bottle in a matter of seconds.

He let his head fall back, his hair getting into his eyes as always. He needed a haircut, he remembered Namjoon scolding him about it what felt an eternity ago. Time seemed to flow differently for Yoongi when he was disappointed in himself. grooooowl. He groaned annoyed at his body’s needs

“Are you going to do anything about that?” a familiar voice that scared the shit out of him and made him stumble and almost fall from his chair.

He looked behind him and let out a shaky breath. He couldn’t help but smile like an idiot upon seeing him. Ah, yes, his soul’s need. His gaze grew softer as it traveled over him, studying his brown bed hair that was just so unacceptably adorable and messy, his big brown eyes, still tired as he should not be awake at this unholy hour, his way too large t shirt that left his right collarbone exposed, everything. He was going to answer, he really was, but before he could- growl.

“Okay, that’s it, I’m making you something to eat” the boy made his way into the kitchen How long has Yoongi being staring? He probably looked pathetic. He pouted as he sunk in his seat

“Thanks Tae”

“Mhm" was his only sleepy answer as he was already making something edible “you look like an anemic vampire, Min”

Yoongi grimaced at this. Why Min? He used to be Yoo, or Yoogie hyung, or even Yoonyoon. Why Min? Had Taehyung grown up so much? He looked over at him, staring at this back. Had his baby grown up so much? Had he missed it all?

He stood up, his legs threatening to give up. He got closer to him, examining the younger, wondering when he had changed so much. He stood behind him without moving for quite a while before mustering the courage to do what he used to do so often back in the days. He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, his hands lacing right under his chin. When had he grown so much taller? He used to be able to do this easily, and now he was barely holding on, having to stand on his tiptoes on top of it all. Something that used to be such a normal and comfortable act was suddenly unfamiliar.

But Taehyung kept cooking unbothered, as if this was an everyday thing. Was it? Yoongi couldn’t be sure. What he was sure of, was that he felt like he was getting lost. Lost under piles and piles of paper and lyrics and ideas and pressure. He placed his forehead on the back of Taehyung’s neck, trying to remember. When was the last time he had hugged him, when was the last time he had told him that he loves him, that he’s proud?

He finally felt the younger stopping. He turned around, Yoongi letting go of him but Taehyung immediately engulfing him, probably not even on purpose

“Hyung?” his brown eyes looked concerned and searched for Yoongi’s “Are you okay?” Yoongi couldn’t answer to that because he simply didn’t know “Yoongi? Is everything alright?”

“How much have I missed?” he blurted out, immediately regretting it

Taehyung seemed to be taken aback “I’m not following, hyung”

“How much have I missed? Of you? Of the boys? How many good memories were made up of six boys? When did you grow so tall? When did you stop calling me by those stupid nicknames? When did I become Min to you?”

“Yoongi,” Taehyung held him by his shoulders and smiled softly at him “What do you mean? You’re here, right now. You were always here. You didn’t miss anything, not of me, not of the rest. The only thing you’ve lost is hours of sleep, hair and weight.” Yoongi laughed at this, already feeling silly over how panicked he got by drowning in his own thoughts “And I’m not that tall, hyung, you’re just very short”

“Shut up you brat” And there it was. Inspiration at 5:25 am

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I want to breathe, I hate this night I want to wake up, I hate this dream

Genre: Angst, fluff (oneshot)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Park Jimin

Words: 830 

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The rain was falling heavy that night, the once comforting sound not even coming close to making Jimin feel better. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the big couch, eyes fixed on the short coffee table in front of him. He wasn’t crying, although he wanted to. He just couldn’t, he had too much going on through his head and his heart for him to find something to cry about.

He didn’t even know why he was there, all he knew was that the bedroom was too dark and silent, and his mattress felt like it was swallowing him whole. He just kept staring blankly at nothing, when he felt a loving hand on his head, and then the back of his neck, and then around his. It doesn’t take Jimin even a second to know that this loving touch belongs to Namjoon

“What are you doing here Chim?” he asked softly, his raspy voice betraying that he had just woken up. Jimin raised his shoulders a bit, not knowing what he should answer, not knowing what he wanted to hear “Nightmares again?”

Of course he would know. Namjoon knew him better than anyone else, of course he would know what was wrong, of course he would read right through Jimin, of course he would wake up when he didn’t feel him next to him in their bed. Jimin smiled bitterly and sighed, his lips parting for just a few seconds before he clenched his jaw, making his teeth hurt. He got so mad at himself when this happened. It wasn’t rare for Namjoon to come back home and find him sleeping on the floor, in the kitchen, in the bathtub, in the garden, in the laundry room, anywhere at this point.

One time he had collapsed on the sidewalk, and Namjoon had caught him just in time to not just hit the floor like a bag of potatoes. All because of those stupid nightmares. Jimin hated the night. It was full of nightmares and terrors and fear and just staring at the ceiling until it was an acceptable hour to get up and go on with his day on zero hours of sleep, many times not just one, but multiple days in a row. He hated the night. Or so he said.

Truth is, he feared the night. Because it was his living hell and the people around him that loved and cared for him, paid a price much greater than his. He didn’t care that his brain just forcibly shut down and he just fell asleep on the spot, many times waking up with bruises and cuts and swollen cheeks and a bloody nose. All of that was completely insignificant to him, he didn’t care.

What he did care about, was Namjoon having to witness all of that. And now that he was supposed to get better, it was happening again and his most beloved person would have to go through all that again. It was his duty to not let that happen. He finally teared up, finding what he would cry about tonight

“Namjoon-“ He managed to choke out

As if he read his mind, Namjoon held him tightly and buried his face in the younger’s shoulder “I’m not leaving you” he said gently

Jimin sighed “I don’t want you to go through all of this again” He mumbled, already knowing what Namjoon has to say this. About Jimin thinking that he’s a burden.

“Remember what you told me? You told me to hold your hand through this endless night. And I will. I won’t let go of your hand, Jimin” Namjoon said, love pouring out with every word, a love Jimin knew to be so true and pure that he couldn’t help but to feel relieved

He smiled, a single tear escaping from his tired, surrounded by dark circles eyes. Namjoon was like that. Silly, naïve. He really thought he could save the world, with his words, his music, his love. And sometimes, it felt like he really did. It felt like with him, the world was a little brighter, a little happier, a little of a better place.

Jimin touched his cheek with his tired smile still on. He nodded softly, Namjoon relaxing and smiling back at him, holding his little hand softly. “Okay” he said, not knowing if he meant it in the depths of his heart

“Wanna cuddle on the couch?” Namjoon suggested, trying to hide the tiredness in his voice

The younger agreed and they cuddled while watching late night shows. Jimin looked up at him from his spot on the other’s chest and smiled at himself, thinking that at least for now, he had someone by his side. He had a place to call a home.

And as he carefully fell asleep, he felt safe in the arms of the one he loved, and that maybe, just maybe, he was safe from his night fears.