The Rebellion (BTS Rap Line x Reader)

Hoseok POV 3 - Sleepover

Thirteen years.

That's how long I'd been fighting.

My first fight was when I was twelve. Yujin was ten. At the time, the emperor allowed his men to collect girls under fifteen for the trade. When they came for her, I hid her in a well, refusing to let them take her.

I got my arm dislocated and my nose broken that day.

After that, I looked for a way to get stronger. I looked for a way for Yujin to become a fighter if something happened to me. Our parents were long dead, and our uncle would sell us both if he had the chance.

Then we found the Midnight Duels.

It was the fastest way to learn to fight, and anything I learned I took back to Yujin. Out of everyone I learned the quickest. I worked the hardest. I naturally became a leader among the men at the Duels. I was a force. Even if men fought me, even if they hated me, they always ended up following me.

Taehyung was one of them.

He was wild but strong. He learned my ways the quickest, even if he had the biggest attitude. I knew that if there was anyone who would sacrifice himself for our men, it would be him.

And he did.

As the combat leader of the Rebellion, I had prepared for every kind of battle. Every kind of fight. Every outcome.

But there was nothing to prepare a man for burying the sliced up pieces of his friend with his own hands.

He wouldn't be dead if it weren't for me.

I shook the thought out. It was a foothold for self-pity. Self-pity equaled death here. I pushed it down; down until it felt like my guts were rotting.

The trip back to camp through the forest felt more like a desert. My thoughts were disconnected. My men had to repeat their questions, and I wasn't sure I had answered any of them.

There were only two thoughts:

One... Captain Kim would pay for his crimes.

And two... Y/N was almost another body.

She was supposed to be my vengeance... but she was becoming something else. What was she? Why was I thinking of her safety when my men were dead?

Taehyung... my friend, my successor, my second. I should have been furious to the point of insanity. I should have stormed the emperor's palace in rage. But I couldn't feel anything. Everything in me had gone completely numb. All I could think about was Y/N.

She was alive.

I needed her to remind me that I was too.

Every night she slept next to me and I never crossed the line. I refused to get attached. But tonight... I needed her to touch me. I needed her warmth. I needed her to breathe life back in me in ways only a woman could.

There was warmth in her. She hid it from me, but when she thought I wasn't looking, she let her guard down. When she begged for her brother, I saw a woman who loved her sibling as much as I had. When she stared at her breakfast in the morning, I saw a woman lost in memories of her family. When she fought, I saw her determination to prove herself to the man she once loved.

I wanted to find those broken pieces in her. I wanted her to give them to me willingly.

And I... I wanted to hand mine over to her now. I wanted her to soothe the jagged edges. I would do the same. I already promised to do the same.

Tonight I needed a cure. And she was the only hope I had.

I stumbled into camp, mindlessly releasing Mang to Jimin before heading to my tent. It was early morning. She'd be asleep. I told her to wait for me, but I knew she'd be asleep. It was okay. As long as she was alive, it was okay.

But whether or not she would give herself to me...

I pulled back the flap of the tent, only to have my heart dissolve in my stomach.

She was asleep... in Yoongi's arms.

I blinked to make sure I wasn't dreaming. He was still there, his arms around her as she draped over his chest.

This woman... had she even waited for me?

I had slept next to her for weeks, never daring to touch her because of how valuable she was to me... and yet, after three days, here she was...

I closed the tent flap and walked away.

I was foolish to think I could make her mine. What was I thinking? She was a tool to destroy the emperor. To bring down Kim. Nothing else.

She couldn't mean anything else to me.

Not when I meant so little to her.