arrows (yoonseok fanfiction)

↠thirty-one↞

Each night

I sit at the foot of Yoongi's bed

my bed

and read him a story.

I have many books in my home

but he likes fantasy ones the best.

I too love them

perhaps it is because they bring escape

from our identities

our burdens

our pasts

But tonight, Yoongi stops me.

His gentle hands take my arm

the arm the thorn had slashed.

"What's this?"

"It was an accident,"

I say.

"I was working in the rose garden."

I look away

because I saw in his eyes

that he did not believe me.

I hate the feeling 

of lying

to my hunter.