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One night

after dinner

when Jung Hoseok comes home

from wherever he works

I walk to my bedroom

and see that bed

that horrible reminder

of my past

and my illness

and I stare at it.

It makes me think

about the life that was stolen

just like me.

The life

I lived

before I was a hunter.

Standing there

I am reduced to silent tears

and I sit on the floor

shaking quietly.

They killed my hyung

my eomma

my appa.

They killed Jungkook

Jimin

Taehyung

Jin

Namjoon

my soul brothers

who I was on the phone with

when they killed my blood family.

I creep into Jung Hoseok's room

as he sleeps

and tug his sleeve.

He wakes

and turns to me.

"What is it, hyungie?"

"Hobi-ah,

I can't sleep in there anymore."

The moon shines 

and he can see my tears

if only for a moment.

I expect him to take me

to find another room

but instead he wraps his arms

around my thin waist

and tugs me gently

into bed.

I never knew

how nice it would feel

to be his little spoon.

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