arrows (yoonseok fanfiction)

↞thirty-four↠

Yoongi

is no longer bedridden.

Or,

at least,

He's refused to be so any longer.

His words exactly:

"Let me

take care of you,

baby.

Just as you've

taken care of me."

No longer am I the one

who cooks

and cares.

I'm on bed arrest now

and I feel a bit useless

but my baby

my Yoongi

my hunter

is here with me.

He cares for my cuts

and feeds me soup

and tucks me in bed.

I didn't realize

how much I needed this.

Needed him.

My hunter.