AN: Hello, lovelies!  Please enjoy this chapter.  Comment, vote, let me know what you think!

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Jimin always felt that the best dreams involved flying. Not in an airplane or a helicopter, but by his own will. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as flinging himself off the side of a building, plummeting toward the ground, then swooping upward as if on wings.

Sometimes, he found that trying to take off from the ground took a lot of unnecessary effort. It was a dream, after all. Shouldn't he just be able to blast off like a Saturn rocket? Instead, it usually took a running start and a lot of ridiculous arm flapping before he'd get airborne.

Leaping from skyscrapers like a base-jumper was much easier.

That night, he winged his way over a vast ocean, dipping and wheeling like a sea bird. He didn't care for the oily darkness of the water below as it stretched into eternity in front of him. It rolled and crashed, becoming increasingly violent the further he traveled.

More concerning than that was the way it kept getting closer to him, as if he couldn't keep himself aloft. It wasn't that he couldn't keep his grip on the sky, though; the ocean was literally rising to meet him. He couldn't ascend fast enough and, with a gasp, he felt himself suddenly engulfed in the cold, dark depths of the sea.

Normally, if he'd ended up underwater during a dream, he'd had no issues breathing.  This time, however, he felt water rush up his nose and into his mouth, instantly choking him.  Deprived of air, he thrashed in the water as he sank rapidly, being pulled down by some power greater than his own. Something tight wrapped around his body, squeezing painfully, forcing the last bubbles from his lungs. A darker blackness started to spot his vision as he struggled to get free from whatever had him. Before he blacked out completely, he thought he heard a deep, echoing voice, like someone speaking in a drippy cavern, bidding him to die.

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Hoseok nearly lunged across the space between their beds when he heard Jimin's scream breaking the silence of the night. Kneeling on the edge of the mattress, he grabbed the younger's shoulders, shaking him quickly and calling his name.

"Hey!" the rapper yelped when the smaller man's hand collided with the side of his face, nearly knocking him off the bed. Jimin was flailing in his sleep as if trying to fight something. He kept yelling but the words made no sense. Hoseok grappled at his arms again, trying to keep his roommate from doing any more damage.

The door to their room was shoved open hard enough that it banged into the wall. "What the hell is all this noise?! It's three in the morning! I've got to be up in an hour to start on breakfast and you're in here having a rave!" Seokjin, his sleep-ruffled black hair sticking up at odd angles, burst in and flicked the light on.

"He won't wake up," Hobi replied, not bothering to hide the frantic tone in his voice.  He finally managing to pin Jimin's hands down after suffering two more blows to his face and chest. "Just started screaming.  Help me wake him up!"

Their hyung vaulted onto the bed on the opposite side of Hoseok, staring down at the whimpering and yelping Jimin still trapped in sleep. He tried slapping Jimin lightly on the cheek a few times, then shook him as best he could while Hoseok was still holding his arms down.

"Throw water on him!" Taehyung called helpfully from the doorway. Yoongi peered sleepily over his shoulder. His usually stoic face held a hint of concern as he watched Jimin behaving like one possessed, thrashing in Hoseok's grip.

"Move!"

Taehyung was unceremoniously yanked out of the doorway as Namjoon shoved his way into the room. His shirt was on backwards, his fleece pants inside out. He had apparently gotten dressed in a hurry, and probably in the dark.

The leader grabbed Jin and pulled him off the bed before pushing at Hoseok's shoulder. "Let go," he ordered firmly.

Confused, Hoseok did as told and slipped off the side of the bed. Jimin proceeded to flail more violently, crying out periodically in the same unintelligible syllables. "What-"

"It looks like a night terror," Namjoon explained, staring down at Jimin grimly. "My sister had them when we were little. You've just gotta wait it out. Should be over soon."

It felt like an eternity as the five groggy musicians huddled near Jimin's bed, waiting. In reality, it was only a handful of minutes later when the young man calmed. His breathing smoothed out, his face relaxing back into the peaceful stillness of deep sleep.

They stood there for another five minutes, watching Jimin sleep before Namjoon waved his hands at them and jerked his head toward the door. With unspoken agreement, they shuffled into the living room for an impromptu family meeting.

"Should we wake Jeongguk?" Jin glanced down the hallway toward the room at the end where their maknae slept.

"I can't believe he slept through that," Hoseok commented as he dropped himself down onto the couch next to Namjoon.

Their leader shook his head. "Let him sleep. I'm more surprised Yoongi-hyung actually woke up for it."

Hoseok let his eyes wander over to the large, overstuffed chair that contained the man in question. Their eldest rapper had squeezed into the plush seat next to Taehyung, one leg tossed over the younger's lap as he snuggled against the singer's chest. Tae had wrapped his arms around the smaller and was yawning.

For Yoongi to have woken up, he must have spent the night in Tae's room, which shared a wall with Hoseok and Jimin's. They were usually pretty discreet about their sleeping arrangements; any given night could find them in either bed. From what Hoseok had been able to surmise, it depended entirely on which one of them was awake longer. If Taehyung stayed up late playing computer games, he would be found in Yoongi's bed the next morning. If Yoongi had decided to spend half his night composing, come sunrise they could usually find him curled up around Taehyung in the younger's room.

For a couple that rarely agreed on anything and fought near-constantly, they were sickeningly adorable when they weren't at each other's throats. Hoseok couldn't fathom how they were still together but it wasn't his place to question it. So long as his best friend was happy, Hoseok kept his nose out of their business. The one time he had tried to question Yoongi about why he was with a man that appeared to constantly annoy him, the older had looked incredibly surprised by the comment.

"Because I love him," Yoongi had replied, his brow scrunched up in confusion. He'd offered no other explanation and Hoseok had dropped it.

Seokjin slid onto the couch on Hoseok's other side, tossing his own legs over the rapper's lap. They shifted around slightly to get more comfortable before all eyes landed on Namjoon.

"So, what happened to Jiminie?" Jin asked, voicing the same question that was certainly on all their minds.

"Night terror. It's like a nightmare." The leader shifted in his seat, tickling the bottoms of Jin's feet when the tall singer attempted to poke him with a toe. "It's usually more intense, like you saw. It's super hard to wake people up from them. You usually just need to let it run its course. He probably won't even remember it in the morning. Geongminie never did, anyway."

Hoseok frowned, idly rubbing Jin's shin through his RJ patterned pajama pants. "He's never done that before, though." He would know; he'd been Jimin's roommate for years.

"Could be stress," Namjoon offered, running fingers through his baby-blue hair as he thought. "He mentioned feeling really overwhelmed with the new choreographer."

"Overwhelmed isn't how he put it," Taehyung cut in. He was carding his long fingers through Yoongi's brown locks, lulling the older into a half-sleepy daze. "Didn't he say something like 'I hate that man; he needs to suck a tail pipe'?"

Yoongi hummed an agreement from Tae's lap but didn't otherwise give his input.

"So, what do we do about this?" Hoseok asked, glancing between the other members. He had to sleep in the same room as Jimin and didn't want to be continually woken up by his friend screaming in the middle of the night.

Namjoon shot him a sympathetic look. "Not much we can do about it. If I remember right, it isn't very common in adults. I guess we wait until tomorrow night and see if it happens again."

"Great." Hoseok dropped his head onto the back of the couch, closing tired eyes. "What time is it now?"

"Half-past three," Seokjin supplied, squinting at a nearby clock.

"Is it even worth going back to sleep at this point?" the dancer continued, peeling his eyes open to glance over at Jin.

"Meow-meow-hyung's already out," Tae's deep voice rumbled from the chair. He smiled softly at the man lightly snoring against his chest. "I'll take him back to bed."

"Need any help?" Namjoon stood and stretched, his back popping.

"Nah, I got it." Tae repositioned Yoongi slightly before standing with the other in his arms. His smile faltered slightly. "He's been losing weight again," the younger murmured. The worry that flickered through his eyes wasn't lost on the others and they offered small sounds of consolation.

As Taehyung bore his boyfriend away, Hoseok made a mental note to keep a better eye on Yoongi's eating to make sure he wasn't skipping meals. It had been hard enough dealing with Jimin's cyclical anorexia without having to ensure Yoongi was also getting enough calories. He caught a look in Seokjin's eyes that reassured the dancer that their eldest would also be looking into what Tae said.

With muttered words, they all dispersed for their bedrooms, Namjoon stripping shamelessly down on the way. Hoseok rolled his eyes and smacked their leader's ass on the way by, receiving a playfully rude hand gesture in return.

When he opened the door to his room, he winced, realizing they'd left the light on when they'd all gone to the living room. Thankfully, it hadn't woken Jimin. The smaller man was still sprawled out on the bed, his silvery hair a messy halo on his pillow.

Hoseok flicked the light off and was halfway to his bed when he changed his mind and slipped under Jimin's blankets instead. He knew his friend wouldn't mind the extra body and Hoseok hoped that maybe his presence would prevent the night terror from returning. Careful not to wake him, Hoseok wrapped his arms around the smaller and pulled him against his chest before allowing himself to slip back into sleep.

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Two hundred miles away, in the Port of Busan, the seafloor shuddered.

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AN:  Thoughts?  Shall I continue?