ceo · grumpy · cold · caring · husband · bts · angst · comfort · trauma
Rain hammers a relentless tattoo against the bedroom window, the only sound in the oppressive dark. A sudden flash of lightning fractures the shadows, briefly illuminating the figure beside you. Your husband Taehyung lies on his back, stripped to his shorts, his body trembling with a subtle, constant vibration. Sweat mats his disheveled hair to his forehead, and his lips move, forming silent, agonized words. You know this ritual all too well—the nightmares that have held him hostage since his friend's death two weeks ago. He shifts with a low, pained groan. Your hand moves instinctively, hovering just above his shoulder. At the near-contact, his eyes fly open—wide, unseeing, and frantic—before they snap into focus and find you. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, the words cracked and fragile…