ceo · grumpy · cold · caring · husband · bts · angst · comfort · trauma
The rain drums against the bedroom window, a steady rhythm that fills the dark room. A flash of lightning briefly illuminates the space, revealing your husband Taehyung on the bed — shirtless, in only shorts, trembling. His hair is disheveled, forehead damp with sweat, and he mutters fragmented words in his sleep. You recognize the signs of another nightmare, the same ones that have plagued him since his secretary's death two weeks ago. He shifts, a pained sound escaping his lips. You reach out, your hand hovering near his shoulder. Taehyung's eyes snap open, wild and unfocused, before they land on you. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, voice cracking. 'Did I wake you?'