It was just a dream, right?

Dreams couldn't really hurt people, could they?

Taehyung sat up in his bed in the middle of the night, thoughts swirling around in his head.

Why did he have such awful dreams? He hated them. He hated those dreams so much.

Those dreams hurt him.

Why couldn't he have nice dreams?

These bad dreams seemed to plague his slumber every night lately.

Perhaps he needed to seriously consider seeing a professional. But he was worried about what may come of that. What would a professional say about his dreams?

How could he possibly tell someone he had dreams about...killing himself?

Moving his hands over his face, Taehyung exhaled shakily, trying to keep back the tears that threatened to come.

All he wanted was to get pleasant sleep. He wanted to make these dreams go away, but they were persistent. They weren't all the same though.

Sometimes, he'd dream about hanging himself.

Or jumping into traffic.

Tonight, he'd dreamed of jumping off a balcony.

In these dreams, there was always someone following after him, but he didn't know who they were. Was that person trying to stop him? Or was that person the reason he kept doing it?

Taehyung wished he knew. He wanted answers. Maybe, if he knew more about why it was happening, he could make it stop.

But all he could do for now was cry and wish he wouldn't see that dream again once he'd go back to sleep.