Yoongi was sick.
Again.
Was it normal?
I didn't realize
how much
I truly worried
about my hunter
until I saw him
laying there
at the base of the tree
lifeless.
Now as he sleeps
in my bed
with a high fever
trembling
I can't think
of anything else.
I sit in a chair beside him
watching his breathing
in
and out
and in
and out
and wiping his face of sweat
back
and forth
and back
and forth
and steeping herbal tea
for when he awakes.
The world is not safe
for Min Yoongi
so I must be his caretaker
in this house
in our house
by the woods.
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arrows (yoonseok fanfiction)
RomanceI've killed so many times before so why is now any different?
