arrows (yoonseok fanfiction)

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After a few more cycles

of waking

and sleeping

and eating

I can walk.

And as soon as I know this

I creep outside

to the garden 

and the woods further on

and I bring my bow and arrows.

I'm still wearing

the soft white shirt

and loose gray pants

of Jung Hoseok

because I cannot bear

to ask for my clothes

that I wore

when I was a hunter.

I nock an arrow

and attempt to draw back the string

but I can't.

My arms are weak

I am thin

and I have lost the strength

that I had

when I was a hunter.

As I lower the bow

and stare into the woods

in my shocked sadness

A pair of hands

slip around my waist 

from behind.

Soft

Gentle

Strong hands.

The target's hands.

Jung Hoseok's hands.

He stands taller than me

so my head leans against his chest

and he breathes in my ear,

"It's going to be okay."