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3:03 a.m.

Your POV

I lunge forward, trying to catch my breath. My heart beating at the speed of a cheetah, ready to jump out of my chest. I feel like I'm going to upchuck my dinner.

"It's just a dream," I tell myself, failing to convince myself.

In and out, inflate and deflate. I start, imagining a balloon being blown up. An attempt to calm myself down. After all these years, I still can't quite do it. It's funny, makes me think sometimes that I can't do anything myself. Which I know is not true but, that thought is always in my mind.

"Happy thoughts," I whisper, quietly.

I manage to calm down, at least better than I was before. I look around and notice that it's still dark outside. I reach over to my bedside table and grab my phone. The screen lights up, blinding me slightly. I blink a few times adjusting to the light. 3:03 a.m. It shows, along with notifications that I have no will to read. I place my phone back on the table and stare into the darkness. The subtle pitter patter of the rain plays around me. The droplets of water surrounding me in it's arms, a peaceful tune I won't ever get bored of.

"Sugar and sweets aren't ideal to have before bed but, ta - da!"

I smile, remembering the times my dad would bring me his famous hot chocolate when I couldn't sleep. I still have no clue how he made it taste so good. I've tried to remake it but, I can never get it to taste like his. It's funny, my dad often did it when I was sad and couldn't sleep. He did it so much that my mom "forbade" having hot chocolate in the house. My dad still did it, everytime. All those nights, he was right by my side, always. I switch back into my reality, not realizing the fact that I made my way into the kitchen. The only form of light in here is an LED candle. It wouldn't hurt to have a mug, would it now. I think, opening the cabinet and taking out the pouch of hot chocolate and then a mug.

Yoongi's POV

I roll over in my bed to my left side, not comfortable. I roll to my right, still not comfortable. I sprawl out like I'm a starfish. Still. Not. Comfortable. I quietly let out an annoyed sigh. Why can't I sleep? I wonder, staring at my ceiling. The sound of gentle footsteps pass by my door, only heard because of a squeaky plank. I sit up in my bed, who could be up? I swing my legs over and open my door. There's no one in the hallway. I make my way into the living room area, no one. A cabinet being closed and opened I hear from the kitchen. I walk in and see Y/N, stirring something into a mug. The LED candle light bouncing on her face faintly.

"What are you doing up?" I ask her.

Y/N jumps and looks over to where I am standing. She sighs.

"You scared me, don't do that," she whispers.

I nod my head and walk over, "Sorry".

"It's okay, just give me a warning or something - so I know that you're here," Y/N explains to me, sitting on top of the kitchen counter.

"So, what are you doing up?" She asks, taking a sip from her mug.

"I asked first," I reply, leaning against the counter.

"I asked second," Y/N snappily whispers.

I chuckle, "You tell me then I'll tell you," I say.

Silence comes over the two of us. The melody of rain bouncing on and off of the windows plays. Along with the swoosh of water being splashed up from cars driving by. Y/N looks down, then out the window, then to me. We make eye contact for a moment. Y/N tears her eyes away from mine. I couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

"Nightmare," Y/N bluntly tells me.

So I was right I think. Whenever I'm up late, which is more often than I like, I always hear something from Y/N. Sometimes I'll go in her room and check on her. Other times I'll coincidentally bump into her while walking into the kitchen. This has been happening a lot lately.

"You want to talk about it?" I ask, more so suggest.

Y/N sighs, "I just don't get it. The only time I dream it's always, always nightmares and I hate it. It terrifies me".

I look at her, giving her all my attention. I want her to be able to know that she can talk to me. That she has someone to lean on. That I'll be here for her. One thing I've seen most from Y/N is how much she compartmentalizes and bottles almost everything.

"It terrifies me to the point where I don't want to sleep. I spend my nights trying to stay up, working on music, watching shows. I've tried every remedy, every tip, trick in the book and nothing worked. It can't be helped I guess," She explains, looking at me.

With the dim lighting, I can still see her eyes. The hurt, the fear, the pain. It hurts me, knowing that she feels and goes through this.

"Go on, I'm listening," I tell her.

"It's the same type of nightmare. A memory that starts off sweet and peaceful all of a sudden starts twisting and turning becoming a horror movie. It's like no matter how much I try and not to think about it, it comes back. Either the same one or a new monster. It's scary, I don't know how long I can go with this. Sometimes it stops, for a week or so, but it always comes back," Y/N tells me, her voice breaking.

I don't, I can't take Y/N being in so much pain. I want to hug her, take her into my arms and tell her everything will be alright. I want to tell Y/N that it's okay, none of it is real. I want to be her knight in shining armor. I reach out and place my hand on hers. Y/N doesn't seem to notice but, she squeezes my hand.

"I mean for god's sake, I run off of caffeine and stress practically everyday," she adds, sniffling.

"Sorry, I'm probably sounding stupid. I'll shut up," Y/N says, quietly laughing in pain.

"What no, no, you're not. Don't ever say that," I respond, placing a hand on her head.

I stand in front of Y/N, gently sliding my hand down the side of her head. My hand leaves her head while the other continues to hold her hand. I take the mug out of her hands and place it beside her, a gentle clink swindles when it hits the counter. I take her hands and hold them in mine. I look at her, into her eyes having the urge to jump in and forever get lost in them. Having the urge to read them, know how she is really feeling. Having the urge to know her and her story, her real story.

"Um, how about you sleep in my room tonight," I suggest.

I did not just say that. . . I did. Oh boy.

"What? Are you sick or something?" Y/N questions, taking her hand and placing the back of it on my forehead.

"No, no, I mean, you sleep in my room and if you have a nightmare I'll wake you up," I explain to her.

Y/N smiles softly, "okay but, you do something weird I won't hesitate to break your nose," she threatens.

"I promise, scouts honor," I say.

Y/N nods her head, "Okay".

"Let's go," I whisper, helping her down off the counter.

Spectator POV

The two silent lovers make their way down the hall as if they were mice. Quietly tiptoeing along the wooden floor, not wanting to wake the others. Yoongi opens his bedroom door, letting Y/N enter first and flowing behind.

"Wait, isn't Hoseok in here?" Y/N asks, in a very soft whisper.

"Don't worry, he fell asleep in Jungkook's room," He informs her.

Y/N nods her head, not wanting to talk in case someone wakes up. Yoongi walks over to his bed and pulls back the blankets. He climbs in while Y/N awkwardly and not knowing what to do stands in front of the bed. Yoongi notices. He makes room for her.

"Come here," He says, patting the empty space.

"Are you sure?" Y/N asks, feeling her body heat rise.

"Yes," Yoongi replies.

Y/N walks over to the bed and climbs in. The softness of the blankets and pillows surrounds her. Along with the very comfortable mattress. The mixture of both engulf her in it's imaginary arms. The subtle smell of Yoongi's cologne sneaks into Y/N's nose. A silence comes over the two, both silent and not knowing what to say. Obviously they should say 'good night' to one another but, nothing is coming out of their mouths. As the rain slips down the windows and sinks to the sidewalk outside, they both are quiet. Neither of them seem to mind though. As much as Yoongi and Y/N both enjoy hearing one another talk, they enjoy their silent moments too. Y/N turns onto her back and stares up at the dark ceiling.

"You know, not all raindrops are tear shaped," Y/N starts, still staring at the ceiling.

"When a raindrops first falls it takes on a spherical shape, the water molecules bind together held by surface tension. But, as they fall they change their shape. Add in air resistance and it causes the raindrop to flatten and curve," Y/N explains, not even realizing that Yoongi is listening.

Yoongi turns onto his right side, facing Y/N. He doesn't respond, he looks at her quietly giving her his attention. Who would have thought. Yoongi thinks to himself, admiring Y/N.

"Actually most raindrops resemble the shape of a jelly bean," She adds.

Y/N now turns her head and sees Yoongi staring at her. Out of embarrassment she hides her face into the pillow. Taking another step by covering her face with the blanket. Y/N thought Yoongi was asleep and she was just talking to herself as one does. Yoongi smiles to himself, finding it attractive that Y/N hides when she is embarrassed. Yoongi moves the blanket away, showing Y/N and her lovely face.

"I didn't know that, it's interesting," Yoongi says.

Y/N still does not look at Yoongi, only seeing his dark shirt. Yoongi sighs and moves his face in front of Y/N's. The street light barely shines through into the room.

"I thought you were asleep," Y/N mumbles.

Yoongi chuckles, "Only in my dreams," he replies.

Y/N let out a stifled quiet laugh. A strand of hair falls on her face, covering her eyes. Without thinking Yoongi reaches out and brushes it away. He places his hand back under his pillow.

"Where did you learn that?" Yoongi asks.

Y/N looks at Yoongi in confusion. Even though he can't see, she has her brows furrowed. Y/N relaxes her face when she realizes what he asked.

"Well, when I was younger I read a lot about space and stuff. So, I picked that up when I was reading. I suppose," Y/N tells Yoongi.

Yoongi takes it in, making a mental note that Y/N likes space. Which seems very noticeable, given her stage name. It suits her. Yoongi tells himself. Y/N is like a star, ever since she came in she has made his world even more brighter. Even if she doesn't notice it or doesn't believe it, she has.

"It's getting late, you should try and get some sleep," Yoongi says.

"Okay, sleep well," Y/N whispers to Yoongi.

"Sleep well, Y/N," He responds, patting her head.

A/N: Hello! Wow, this was a long boi. Also, by 'Spectator POV' I mean third person but, I'm sure you figured that out. So, if you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Alright, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

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