Immune To Everything But You [HIATUS]

Chapter Thirteen: Progress

After Namjoon and [Y/N] became an official thing, Yoongi distanced himself. Namjoon was his best friend and camp leader, and if Yoongi fucked up with her, it could mean the end of Yoongi's best friendship since... Well, since [Y/N]. Or even worse, he could lose her. [Y/N]. His [Y/N].

See, almost everybody probably knew, but Yoongi was very much head-over-heals for her. [Y/N] didn't seem to know, neither did Namjoon. Yoongi didn't know how; it was the most obvious thing in the world. The way his eyes never left her, the way he was entirely too protective over her... The way he'd grown apart from his brother because Yoseob's fixation on [Y/N] had turned into resentment focused solely on Yoongi.

This isn't that cliché 'The Best Friend Falls for the Heroine and Is Overshadowed by an Asshole' scenario. Namjoon is a very good man and Yoongi can't risk losing one – or both – of them because of his own selfish needs. So, when they went public, he sank into the shadows. He still greets them in the mornings, still looks after them on patrols. He just no longer teases [Y/N] about her past endeavors. He doesn't let himself lovingly braid her hair anymore. He can't.

So, when Yoongi sees his perfect girl jogging up to the stew pot in the morning, he quickly dashes behind the Tuan tent and takes a deep breath. He can do this. It's just [Y/N]. She's just getting breakfast. Once he finally gathers his courage, the blonde comes back out from behind the teal tent and –

Sees her retreating back as she walks Namjoon's breakfast to him.

Good fucking job.

With a sigh, Yoongi slumps up to the weapon shack, intent on taking the morning patrol just to distract himself. His eyes sweep up just in time to see [Y/N] freeze at the door of their tent, a crimson hue painting her cheeks.

"Hey, babe!" Namjoon greets her and Yoongi knows he's grinning, even if he can't see his dimpled cheeks, "See something you like?"

"Hey, fuck you, kid," She snapped at him, taking a large gulp of soup and glaring at him, walking back into the large communal area of the camp as she chowed down.

Yoongi slid on his holsters and equipped his darling blades, his sad eyes watching [Y/N] as she politely set down her dishes. He saw her turn around and pressed himself against the outer wall of the shack, holding his breath as she walked in without noticing him.

When the blonde heard her stop moving, he quietly tried to sneak his way into the yellow tent he shared with [Y/N] and Namjoon. Unfortunately, he turned to watch for her just in time to see her ever-quick eyes catch him mid-step. Yoongi froze as if [Y/N] had paused him, quickly muttering a curse before waving at her, a gesture that she happily returned, walking over to him and placing a hand on his arm before he could run away.

"Hey, I haven't seen you much lately. You okay?" Her voice gently drifted to his ears, making his head spin for a moment.

"Yeah, just, um. Been busy, you know?" He answered, not looking at [Y/N]. His discomfort was thick and noticeable, brown eyes cast towards the ground and all his muscles tense. He hoped she wouldn't mind.

"Yoongi, are you okay? Seriously, you barely talk to me anymore and if you just say, 'I'm fine' or 'don't worry' one more time, my head is going to explode," The girl said, shutting down his obvious response before it had a chance to leave his mouth.

With a deep sigh, the blonde scratched the back of his neck and shuffled his feet, the four inches he had on her seeming to not matter as his form practically shrunk under the gaze [Y/N]'s piercing eyes fixed on him. Yoongi opened his mouth to speak multiple times before sighing and giving up, pausing to gather his thoughts. After what seemed to be minutes, he finally looked up, his eyes staring just to the side of her face. If he looked her in the eyes, he would break.