october 1793
"what are you doing?" you ask with a yawn.
"i found rabbit tracks," yoongi replies, not looking up at you as his trembling hands work hastily on something, "i'm gonna try to catch one."
"a bunny?"
"yeah," he grumbles, "is that a problem?"
is it a problem?
maybe more like a dilemma. do you want the rabbit to live or yoongi?
"well… it's just kinda mean."
"i'm just a stick with legs and three hairs left. please shut the fuck up and let me eat."
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you creep up behind him, careful not to make a sound. the air is freezing, almost piercing, on your skin. you can see the concentration etched on his features, the way his jaw ticks as he struggles to remain silent.
it is almost cute, in a gruff sort of way. even if he is as stubborn as a mule and about as expressive as a rock.
it's an odd thought. you don't think you've ever found a man attractive (not since your childhood crush, and you don't even remember what he looked like or even know his name). but something about this man stirs up a strange mix of emotions within you, often finding yourself looking at him with an uncharacteristic intensity, even if you berate yourself from giving him so much attention.
well, he isn't all bad. he did save you from that man last week. you even snuggled up next to him late at night, gaslighting yourself into telling yourself it was purely for his fever. you can't stop thinking about what his body felt like next to yours.
there's something familiar in his touch, which doesn't really make sense since you've only touched each other by accident or if there was no other choice. yet, sometimes when you look at his lips, it's like you know what they feel like against yours.
you tilt your head to the side as you watch him try to catch it. he lunges forward with the little energy he still has, nearly sending himself tumbling into the frozen dirt. the startled rabbit darts off in the other direction due to the sudden movement, causing yoongi to have no other choice but to chase after it, stumbling through the bushes like a drunk idiot while cursing the entire rabbit's bloodline.
you really don't know whether to laugh or cry.
but then it hits you.
he isn't just struggling because he has to catch the rabbit, he's also still struggling with the fever. his face is flushed, and sweat beads his brow.
YOU ARE READING
cowboy like me - yoongi x reader
Fanfiction(agust d/daechwita au where yoongi and you make a pact to kill the king.) "what's your problem with the king anyway?" "he beheaded my father and danced with his decapitated head on the balacony of his palace," you reply with a straight face.
