#btsdreams

He didn’t knock.

But he didn’t have to.

He stood in the doorway, looking tired — not just sleepy-tired, but soul-tired. Like the weight of idol life had pressed into his bones. He said he needed to rest.

I was sitting up in bed, watching TV, wrapped in quiet.

Without a word, I scooched over — made room for him.

Not invited, not planned, but somehow…expected.

He crawled onto the bed and laid his head in my lap.

Soft. Vulnerable. Familiar in a way that caught me off guard.

We were just friends, I thought.

Still, I threaded my fingers through his hair.

He exhaled.

And then he slept.

And I just sat there, half-awake, half-sure what was happening —

but fully present.

Saw this on my tl so. . .

I have sporadic dreams about bts one time jin was talking to me but i couldn't look at him bc hello jin most beautiful manboy in the whole worldwide world so i looked at my shoes.

Second dream was about Namjoon Classmate™ where he asked me what the prof. said and my stupid ass response was ". . . uh-um" bc Namjoon is the most handsome boy I know.