Summary: Jimin and Hobi never got along, despite them being roommates the whole time they were in bts. One night, however, Jimin has a nightmare. And he ends up on Hobi's bed.

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Jimin woke up with his whole body trembling, his bottom lip shaking.

He had tears running down his face and had anxiety bubbling in his stomach.

Jimin had had a nightmare that Hobi had died right in front of him, and the nightmare showed different scenarios like a slight show, all of Hobi dying in different ways.

Jimin, in the dream, was unable to move, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop Hobi from dying.

Hobi would, in the dream, call out to him, beg him to save him.

And Jimin never could.

He stumbled haphazardly out of his bed, stumbling to Hobi's bed.

He crawled in, under the warm sheets, and was enveloped by Hobi's scent, which covered the whole bed like an extra blanket.

He attached himself to Hobi, holding him tightly.

The older was warm, and soft, and instinctively cuddled into Jimin.

Jimin had to put his head on Hobi's chest, to make sure he could hear his heartbeat, his breathing, feel the rising and falling of his chest with each breath, the pulse with each best of his heart.

He listened to Hobi breath, and was able to calm down, because it was just a dream. Hobi was alive. Hobi was safe, in Jimin's arms.

Jimin could save him now.

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The next morning, Hobi woke up to Jimin attached to his side, and he freaked out.

"Yah!" He yelled, shaking Jimin awake, "what are you doing in my bed, you creep!"

Jimin woke up with a start, and stared down at Hobi, his nightmare from last night flooding back to him.

His eyes clouded over with tears, and he blinked repeatedly.

"Hyung," he said, desperation in his voice, "are you okay?"

Hobi looked at the boy nervously, alarmed at the sudden honorific which Jimin rarely used on him, the tone of voice and the fact that jimin was obviously holding back tears.

"Um...yes?" He said, "I'm okay, Jimin. Why the hell wouldn't I be?"

Jimin hugged him tightly, and began crying.

Hobi's eyes went wide, and he began hugging Jimin back, shushing him comfortingly.

When Jimin calmed down, he started explaining to Hobi his nightmare, in as much detail as he could, tears still falling down his fece.

"I-I tried to save yo-you, hyung!" He cried, latching onto Hobi, "but I couldn't move! You w-were calling for me to save you and I-I couldn't!"

Hobi rocked Jimin in his arms, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry you had that dream, Jimin, but that's the thing – it was just a dream! You don't have to worry about me, okay? I'm right here, I'm safe."

Hobi felt weird treating Jimin this way.

And it felt weird for Jimin to be treating him this way.

But...it was nice, Hobi realized. Very nice. In fact, it was nicer than Jimin and Hobi yelling at each other, cursing each other out, getting physical occasionally.

"I-I'm sorry for how I've treated you, Hobi Hyung," Jimin confessed, quietly, once his crying had turned to sniffles.

Hobi was surprised by the younger's words, but he smiled softly.

"Me, too," he agreed, "I...this is nice, right now. Being nice to you instead of being an ass."

Jimin giggled, nodding his agreement.

"Can we, um, start over?" Hobi asked unsurely.

Jimin looked at him, and then smiled, hugging Hobi, "yes, hyung, let's start over."

Hobi grinned.

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The boys were all stunned when Jimin and Hobi came down to breakfast, talking to each other sweetly, sitting next to each other to continue their conversation.

The boys were all tense, waiting for the two to start spewing insults, curses, rude things to one another.

But that moment never came.

Who knew all it took for Jimin and Hobi to get along, was for Jimin to have a traumatizing nightmare about Hobi.