Stranded| m.yg ✔

ELEVEN| Different

Things hadn't been the same since the quick sand incident. Yoongi noticed immediately, and his regrets for that day only strengthened as time went by and you still weren't yourself.

Maybe being so close to death, getting a taste of the reality of what being on the island meant, had struck your mind into a place of fear and... solitude. Always lost in the horror of your own mind.

You barely spoke anymore. You never insisted on doing things on your own and stopped demanded rights. You didn't even try to entertain Yoongi with stories or bother him with random things that didn't make sense. 

It was such an unusual predicament to him that he couldn't help but feel a sort of emptiness at your new attitude around him. 

Now, whenever Yoongi went out, you would follow him. No words were spoken between the two of you, but none had to be said. Yoongi didn't protest and would occasionally look back to see you silently following him from a distance. 

It was just so... bizarre. Without even knowing it, you had become a sort of relief from the fear and exhaustion of survival, but now that your flame had been extinguished, Yoongi felt more dead than alive.

He was so stupid. Remembering the things he had considered that day only made him feel worse. He had been so desperate to get away from you, all out of fear, that he had left you alone in situations that would only lead to disaster. Why was he so... weak?! Running away is never the answer. If he had just disposed of his feelings in another way and stood his ground like a man, then none of this would have happened. 

As the two of you silently sat by the fire at night, he couldn't help but stare at you. Your eyes were dull as if you had had trouble sleeping and you were hunched over, close to the fire in order to better achieve warmth. You felt Yoongi's gaze and refused to look up, not wanting to meet his eyes. 

Yoongi looked away, picking up a random stick and snapping it in half before throwing it into the fire. You jumped a little at the sound and he looked at you again before you blushed and faced the other direction. He hated the stiff awkwardness so much. He had talked so little in the past few days that he wondered if maybe he had forgotten how to. 

He was hitting his breaking point. Trembling slightly, all the memories of your once joyous and slightly irritating comments echoed in his mind. Their absence... hurt him... and you were slowly fading away. Back home he knew it was very possible that the two of you had been labeled dead. After all, it had already been months. But being dead was the lie of it all, and the moment you both gave in to the speculation is the moment it could potentially happen. 

Yoongi had thought he had been the one keeping the two of you alive, but in a way, it had been you all along. 

"(Y/N)," He finally spoke after clearing his throat. His voice was rough and gravely from the little use. You almost thought you had imagined it, but when you turned to face him, sure enough he was looking at you. You met his eyes for a moment. Yoongi allowed you and he to stare at each other for a moment, even if he knew it was dangerous for him. It wasn't about him right now. 

He stood up abruptly and grabbed a new stick to stick into the fire in order to create a torch before grabbing your wrist and forcefully pulling you up.

"Y-Yoongi?" You stammered for a moment before his fingers curled around your wrist and he began walking, tugging you with him. "Yoongi wait. It's late and I-"

"Shh."

You shut up. He pulled you into the river with a splash, the water reaching your ankles. Now that it was night, the water was actually warmer than the air. He continued to pull you along for a period of time that seemed longer than it was; the two of you wading through the water as you stared at his form that became illuminated by the torch, fireflies buzzing and twinkling about in the grass next to the river.