10:52 p.m.

Yoongi's POV

My eyes are glued to my phone, impatiently waiting for a text from Y/N. I sigh, slouching in my seat. She said she would be back soon, I think, scrolling to her previous

Y/N

Y/N: Don't worry, I'll be back soon

That text was sent almost two hours ago. I've never been like this before, staring at my phone just waiting for someone to text back or call. I don't recall only wanting one person, one specific person. My dreams feature that one person in my fantasies. The sound of their voice reassures and calms me. Just one look at them and their eyes take me captive. Along with that, worrying about them when they're not here. Thinking about where they are and what they are doing. Or if they are on their way back from somewhere. I groan and get up from my chair, taking my phone with me. I yank my sweater off the hook and walk out of my room.

"Where are you going?" a tired voice asks.

I turn and see Jungkook on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

"Is Y/N back yet?" Jungkook asks, looking around.

"I'm going to pick her up now," I answer his question.

"Go back to sleep, Kook," I tell him.

Jungkook nods his head, his eyes slowly closing.

"Okay, night hyung and Y/N," Jungkook tiredly says, falling back to sleep.

I walk over to him and pull the blanket over him. Let's hope I didn't miss her I think, as I pull my shoes on.

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Your POV

I'm running for my life, dodging the long skinny branches. A sting whenever I run into them. I need to catch my breath but the need for me to keep running is stronger. Checking to see if it's still there, I look back. I don't see it. I keep running. It feels like I've been running for ages in this dimension. I don't know where I am, but I don't like it. Everything is black and grey, tall, scrawny, and boney looking. There are black-blue trees with holes that look like jagged fangs. The only sound is the sound of me trying to be as quiet as possible as I run. Up ahead I can see a tunnel, there's a bright calming purple light coming from it. I push myself to keep running. Suddenly, I feel gross, long, painful hands grab me. I try and break free, kicking, punching, pushing my way as I am being lifted off the ground. Nothing works.

"Hasn't anyone told you, it's not polite to run away when someone is speaking to you," a demonic voice growls.

I'm paralyzed. I can't move. I can't close my eyes, I can't speak, I can't do anything. This monster brings me closer to itself. A hole opens revealing bloodied fangs, old and fresh blood. Its hollow, empty, white eyes stare deep into mine, making me feel disgusting. As the monster brings me closer to its mouth, everything starts disappearing. Slowly, I am falling to the ground and everything goes dark.

Spectator's POV

Yoongi steps out of the elevator and heads right to Y/N's studio. He stands in front of her studio door, contemplating if he should go in. Yoongi knocks on the door and waits for Y/N to open the door with her pleasant self. There is no answer, so he knocks again. When there is no answer again he invites himself in. Closing the door behind him, the smell of coffee and energy drinks hit him in the face. She really is living on caffeine. Yoongi thinks, remembering the late night conversation he and Y/N not too long ago. He walks over to Y/N, who is asleep over one of her notebooks. Yoongi looks at Y/N, his eyes wander to the two other notebooks that are open. Yoongi stares at the writing, attempting to make out Y/N's notes. Which is a little hard since she switched between english and korean.

Yoongi's POV

I really need to brush up on my english. I tell myself as I read Y/N's notes, more so her 'to do' list. I can't help but wonder why she didn't ask for help. I mean, I guess she wants to show that she is responsible and capable of being the main producer. That doesn't mean she can't ask for a little help. I look back at Y/N again. I'm glad that she is getting some sleep, she needs it. I scan the studio for something I can cover Y/N with. A lot of the times Y/N will bring a blanket with her when she stays late. My eyes land on the couch that has her blanket bundled in a ball on it.

"Found it," I whisper to myself, walking to the couch.

I take the blanket and walk back to Y/N. I drape the blanket over her shoulders, covering her up. I pull a part of the blanket over her right shoulder more. As I do that I hear a whimper come from someone. I stop and my attention goes straight to Y/N.

"No, no. . . stop. . . let me go," Y/N mumbles.

I crouch down in front of Y/N, she's still asleep. She's having a nightmare. I conclude, feeling as if someone just punched my heart. I reach out towards Y/N.

"Save me," She says, a tear slipping down her cheek.

"Y/N, wake up," I say, poking her shoulder.

That didn't work. I gently shake Y/N, just enough to hopefully wake her up. What should I do? I ask myself, since the last two attempts haven't worked.

"Wake up, Y/N," I repeat, shaking her again.

Y/N's POV

"Wake up, Y/N".

I can't take anymore of this nightmare, I hate it. I force myself out of it. Finally, I open my eyes. I see Yoongi in front of me.

"Woah, easy," Yoongi tells me as I clutch onto him.

I hold onto Yoongi, causing the both of us to roll onto the studio floor. In fear of him disappearing, I hold onto him tighter. My mind is running laps inside my head, asking myself "why am I doing this?". I push all that aside and try not to ask why. I just want to. I know I will think about this later and think "how could I do that?" and "I must be crazy". I could care less about that right now. All I want is to be in someone's arms, his arms. All I want is to know that the person and people that I care about won't leave me. All I want is to know that I am not alone right now. That I'm not having another nightmare.

"Hey," Yoongi says in a low voice.

I move off him and sit next to him on the floor. I stare at the couch, feeling stupid. I can hear Yoongi sit up and see him next to me in my peripheral vision. I pull my knees into my chest and hide my head, not wanting him to see me cry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," He tells me.

Is it though? I rub my eyes on my sleeve, wiping whatever tears were there. I raise my head and sniffle.

"Sorry, I uh, sorry," I apologize to Yoongi, aggressively whipping my eyes.

Yoongi doesn't say anything so I take this moment to speak again. I take a breath to prepare myself to talk, but I get pulled into a pair of arms. My back is against Yoongi's chest and the scent of his cologne seeps into my nose. I'm not really sure about what to do but I strangely feel better? It's weird, I mean, I'm the producer of the group he is in and right now he has his arms around my torso and I'm just sitting here. This is what happens when you don't think and act Y/N. I tell myself.

"There is nothing to apologize for," Yoongi tells me.

His voice is soft and low, like he was talking to thin glass. As if what he just told me, if he said it any louder it would break me. As if what he told me would cause me to wither away in his arms. I don't say anything, I don't really have anything to say. It's silent, just the sound of us breathing and the feeling of his chest rising and falling. Yoongi takes his arms off my torso and reaches to the side of me. He takes my hands into his. His hands are rough but soft, my hand is slightly smaller than his. I quietly chuckle at the sight.

"Yoongi," I choke out, holding back tears.

"Yes?" He responds, his thumb going side on side on the back of my hand.

"Uh, you-you said if I have nightmares, I could-I could, uh, stay. . . with you," I stutter, getting embarrassed.

"Yes," Yoongi says.

"What?" I ask.

"You can stay with me tonight, I will scare off your nightmares," He tells me.

I giggle at what he said. I will scare off your nightmares. I smile as it plays in my head again. We stay on the floor, hand in hand. I don't quite know what I am feeling but, I'm happy. Whatever is going on right now, I want it. I want to keep it, save forever.

"We should probably get up," Yoongi says.

"Just a little longer, please?" I ask.

I feel his chin on my left shoulder.

"A little longer," Yoongi repeats, quietly.

Yoongi entangles his hands with mine, creating a simple puzzle. I really wish this feeling stays.

A/N: Hello! I hope you liked this chapter. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Alright, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S.- go to sleep, it will still be there in the morning<3