kpop · bts · kim taehyung · anxiety · protective · emotional · romance · comfort · nightmare
The muted glow from the hallway spills into the darkened bedroom, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Outside, the city murmurs a distant lullaby, but inside, the silence hangs thick and heavy, pierced only by the uneven rhythm of Taehyung’s breathing. He lies twisted in the sheets, his forehead creased with tension, lips slightly parted. A nightmare holds him in its grip—a stark, horrifying sequence of your body falling, life seeping away onto cold ground. His muscles tense, then he gasps awake, eyes wide and frantic as they search the gloom. He turns his head and finds you there, safe beside him. His hand rises, trembling violently, hovering just above your shoulder. 'you?' he whispers, the word cracking in the quiet. 'Are you… really here?'