The Rebellion (BTS Rap Line x Reader)

Chapter 8 - Medic

You turned over on your side to find the two cool eyes that matched the voice.

Yoongi.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

You stared at him. His tone was smooth and soft. Was this Leader of the Rebellion Yoongi? Or was it Haunted Yoongi?

He stepped forward and nudged you in the back with his foot. "Answer me, woman."

Leader of the Rebellion Yoongi.

Your stomach sank in disappointment. This was a moment you wish someone would hold you. Leader Yoongi wasn't the one to do it.

You tried to sit up, breath shallow. Your body felt like lead, your arms sinking back down towards the ground.

He sighed. "This is exactly why I didn't want women here."

You narrowed his eyes at him. "If you're saying I'm wea—"

He swept you off the ground into his arms before you could finish the sentence. Your arms automatically wrapped around his neck from surprise, all words draining from your throat as the shadows in his eyes consumed you.

"Stop talking," he whispered. "Or I'll leave you here to bleed."

The words made you think of Taehyung, who you had left to do just that. The thought of his pale body on the forest ground made your stomach coil. You hated him... but you couldn't leave a man to die. You didn't have that in you.

"Taehyung... Taehyung is badly bleeding," you said. "He's in the forest."

"Was this training Hoseok's idea?"

You nodded.

"Then he's already taken care of it." He started to walk you both out of the forest.

"Are you sure —"

Yoongi shook you. "I told you to stop talking."

You grit your teeth as your body ached. It was bad enough that Yoongi had to carry you through the forest, so you couldn't show any weakness. He already thought you were weak. You couldn't give him any indication that it was true.

You stayed silent as he commanded. You tried not to think about the way the skin of his neck felt against your hands, or the light scent of his breath that beat against you as he carried you. Even though his arms weren't large, they were strong underneath you, and he didn't seem to have trouble carrying you. He wasn't even bothered by the blood dripping down your arms onto him.

You thought about that night he hugged you, his warm embrace surrounding you. The way he held you now wasn't affectionate, but it still had warmth to it, and you decided to let your guard down again - just one more time - in case you never felt it again.

Who was Yujin? And why did she bring out such an affectionate side of him?

It seemed like in only minutes Yoongi returned you to camp. Maybe it was literally minutes, or maybe you were too lost in your thoughts to notice the real amount of time.

The men that were still awake stared as Yoongi as he carried you across the camp, and you ducked your head down.

Just what you needed - more people to think you're weak.

You expected Yoongi to drop you in Hoseok's tent or training area, but he didn't stop. He didn't even stop at the medic tent.

"Where are you —"

"I said don't talk."

He carried you to his own tent, kicking open the flap with his foot. He set you down on the floor next to his blankets, then went to his shelves in the corner. He took a flask of water and poured water in his mouth without touching the rim to his lips, then handed it to you.