Yoongi shot upright in bed, sweat coating his arms and face. His breath rushed in and out of his chest. He could still feel the hands of something undead wrapped around his neck, it's teeth sunk deep into his shoulder. He shivered, but not from any cold.

The man tried to calm his panic, slow his breathing. Staring into his gloomy room did nothing to help. He saw nothing, but the shadows shifting around him. Every little creak reminded him of his nightmare.

He rolled off the bed, careful to keep his feet far from the dark underbelly beneath his bed. The shadows crowded him. His breath quickened again.

Yoongi flicked on the light before they could come too close.

He stared at the now lit room, his eyes burning. No nightmare fuel here.

The man sighed. He just had to watch that movie with Jungkook and Taehyung, hadn't he?

He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against his bedroom door. Yoongi closed his eyes, but all he could see were zombies and that train.

Why did he have to be so soft-hearted when it came to the younger boys? He knew he'd suffer if he watched that movie, but he couldn't stand to see the disappointment on their faces.

For a moment, he listened to the sounds of their apartment, hearing nothing but the sounds of sleeping people. The man snorted. Of course, they wouldn't have any trouble sleeping.

Yoongi opened his eyes, moving away from the door to sit on his bed. He stared at his pillow, wishing he could sleep instead of being plagued by nightmares. He picked up his phone.

In the distance, a boom sounded, a storm rolling across Seoul. Out on the street, he could hear people still going about their business despite the late hour. Cars honked, their tires scraping across the pavement.

Another boom sounded, and Yoongi thought he heard a scream outside, like the howling of some dead thing.

Sweat beaded along his brow, gathering in his palms. He didn't wait to see if it'd repeat. He raced out of the room and down the hall, not caring if he was loud or that it was dark. He needed to get to that door, the one with the two Js hanging from it.

Yoongi stopped short of the handle, though, careful not to fling the door open and wake both of the room's occupants. He only wanted one of them to know he was a scaredy-cat.

He slipped into the room, the sounds of the men snoring loud in the quiet. Slowly, he crept towards the left most bed, shaking the sleeping man awake.

The man mumbled something about "doing it correctly" before finally opening his eyes.

"Yoongi-hyung?" Hoseok murmured, "what're you doing here?" He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. A yawn slipped free. His bangs, a scattered mess, obscured most of his upper face from Yoongi.

He reached for the desk lamp beside his bed, but the older boy grabbed his hand, stopping him. He didn't want to wake Jimin or any more members.

Hoseok didn't pull away. He didn't question his hyung. He simply put his arm around the older boy, pulling him into a hug and on to the bed.

"What's wrong, Yoongi-hyung?"

A blush crept up the side of Yoongi's neck, spreading across his cheeks. He tried to pull away, but the other man simply wrapped his arms around him more. Yoongi fell on to the bed beside him, staring up at the ceiling.

He blushed harder. His hand strayed to his earlobe, absentmindedly worrying it between his fingers. Finally, he gave up trying to avoid Hoseok's insistent gaze and that mortifying question. The man faced his friend, staring at his nose instead of his eyes.

"I had a nightmare."

A laugh slipped free from Hoseok as if to say, "Is that all?" but he quickly smothered it.

For a moment, the other man didn't say anything. Then he ran a hand through Yoongi's hair, pushing it back from his face. Every freckle and awkward blush were revealed to Hoseok.

"I told you not to watch that movie with them." Despite it being dark, Yoongi could still see the man's quirked eyebrow, that annoying face he made every time he was right. And there was no denying that he was, in fact, right.

Hoseok knew he was prone to nightmares and had warned him, but had Yoongi listened?

Of course not.

He rolled away from him, and Hoseok let him. Nothing was more embarrassing than facing someone who knew they were right when you were wrong.

Hoseok sat up in the bed again, putting his back against the wall. He rested his arms atop his legs, leaning his head down to stare at the other boy.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he mumbled to his friend's back.

Yoongi shook his head but rolled back over to face Hoseok.

They sat in silence, letting the nightly atmosphere of Seoul fill the space between them. Someone on the floor above them shuffled their feet across the floor, and someone else was drunkenly singing a ballad.

After the third repeat of the same lonesome tune, Hoseok laid back down. He motioned to one of his throw pillows on the floor before making room on the bed for both of them to sleep comfortably.

Yoongi scooped up the pillow and shifted into the empty space he'd left behind. Gratitude snapped through him, satisfied his friend hadn't questioned him.

Hoseok threw the blanket over him, sending him a genuine heart-shaped smile.

"Go to sleep, Yoongi-hyung. No zombies will get you tonight."

The older boy smiled back before rolling over to face Jimin across the room. The younger boy was slung across the bed, his blanket barely covering him. His features were soft with sleep.

Yoongi fell asleep like that, to Jimin's soft snores and Hoseok's protective warmth behind him. No zombies waited in his dreams.