Immune To Everything But You [HIATUS]

Chapter Eleven: Home Again... Maybe?

The fight went well, to say the least. The five of you, minus Mark (no, he wasn't dead, he was just watching the gate for Tae), came back with hardly a single scratch. You all were laughing and patting each other's backs, yelling out 'good jobs' and 'we kicked ass' as you passed by the first tents of the ring.

As soon as you reached the weapon's shed, Jungkook jogged up to you, wide bunny smile stretched across his lips as he looked you all over to make sure you were as fine as he was. Once he saw that there were only small scrapes on each of you, presumably from being backed against the wall of the gate or from skidding across the ground during your battle, he grinned wider and stretched.

"God, I needed that. We haven't been getting much action around here lately." He victoriously said, dropping his arms and looking at Namjoon.

"You guys get all of yours?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Nah, sorry. There's still, like, six by the gate, pack up and get ready for a raid." He waited for Jungkook to smile at his obvious sarcasm. When he didn't, he smacked his shoulder. "Yah! Of course we did, you little... Jesus, we need to teach you how to hear sarcasm soon... I might die if we don't."

You giggled lightly and thumped his shoulder. "Don't be a dick, he's just a little one. Sarcasm doesn't come into your system until you're 18."

"Excuse me, I am 19 years old, child," Kookie responded.

"Oh? Well, shit, I thought you were twelve," You joked before pausing for a moment and looking up at him. "Wait that makes you older than me!"

He smiled victoriously before turning back to Namjoon to actually find out what happened. "How many were there? And where's Tuan?"

Before Namjoon could explain, you answered, "Mark's back at the gate so we could give Tae some rest. There were about fourteen to begin with, but the sound brought more out. It wasn't too hard, though. Having a great shot like Taehyung up there helped us immensely." You turned around and grinned at Tae, who was smiling so wide, you were pretty sure people in China could see the box shape of his lips.

When your head turned back to Jungkook and Namjoon, they were staring at you, surprised that you basically interrupted them.

"Oh, um... Sorry, Monster, I just... I'm gonna. Just. Be over there." You gestured to the fire pit, grabbing Yoongi's hand and dragging him along with you, ignoring the protests Namjoon and Jungkook shot at you.

As you sat down, you dropped the blonde's hand with a loud sigh.

"What the fuck was that, [Y/N]? You're acting like you were talking about fucking or something."

You hit his shoulder and shook your head, grabbing your now-cold soup and slurping it up.

"I'm just so nervous around him! I just interrupted his conversation and panicked, I don't even know." You groaned softly, placing your empty bowl on the ground. "I'm such a spazz, oh my god."

"You got that right," Yoongi grumbled under his breath before finishing up his soup, earning a smack from you... Which earn a set of narrowed eyes while he glared at you.

"What, is wittle Yoongi upset that poor ol' [Y/N] hit you?~" You teased, shoving him again while you giggled.

"Yes, 'wittle Yoongi' is upset. And 'poor ol' [Y/N]' is going to get it."

"Wha-" You were cut off by him gripping your sides, tickling you relentlessly as you yelped and kicked your legs out.

"YOONGI oh my GOD NO please PLEASE H-HOLYshitFUCK N-NOOOOOOoooOOoOOoOoooOOOO!"