Far Cry | JJK x OC

✔Chapter 7 // Brainstorming

"Good morning, how are you feeling?"

Namjoon turned to the door of his room and saw both Leah and Jungkook walk in. Jungkook closed the door behind them and Leah approached the bed with a small smile. Namjoon observed them silently until he grinned back.

"I feel much better, especially my head," he said, continuing to eat the yogurt in his glass pot. "You should eat this, this stuff is good."

"What is it?" Jungkook asked, coming closer. Leah sat down on the chair Ella usually sat at, by the bed.

"It's yogurt mixed with honey. It's very delicious," he said, scraping the end of his pot with the spoon.

"And nutritious too. I'll go get us some," Leah said, getting up and out of the room.

Jungkook observed Namjoon with a smirk until he placed the empty pot on the bedside table, by the machete.

"You do look better," he teased, sitting at the end of the bed.

"So do you," Namjoon answered, placidly. Jungkook nodded in a more serious manner and Namjoon did the same.

Leah came back with two pots similar to Namjoon's and handed one to Jungkook, then she sat back down to start eating.

Namjoon snapped his left hand fingers. "Now that breakfast is served, there's a lot to discuss."

Leah took a deep breath with the spoon in her mouth. Jungkook said there could be no doubt that he wanted her by their side. So she stayed quiet, convincing herself that she belonged there.

"I've been thinking about what you said yesterday, and there are some things I wanted to discuss." None answered because they were stuffing their faces and Namjoon proceeded. "Well, first, if the yacht got close to the island, it's for sure we're still in the pacific," he deduced.

Jungkook's head sprang upwards and Namjoon nodded, deep in thought, after adjusting the pillow to lean on it comfortably.

"I'm not sure it matters. There's no way of contacting the outside world."

"Hmm I find that extremely doubtful." Namjoon scratched his chin. "You mean to tell me you have cartel leaders and smugglers and no one has a satellite phone?" Jungkook's eyes widened and Namjoon smiled. "I'm guessing there aren't many, but we have two choices: we either buy one from the smugglers or we steal one from someone who has one."

"Those are terrible options. If the smugglers sell that, they most likely ask a lot for it and we don't have any money. And stealing is just..."

"What if we leave with the smugglers?" Leah suggested after dropping her spoon in the pot. "They would probably take us, for a price."

Namjoon shook his head. "No, not people. As I understood it, they smuggle hiddenly from the cartel. They wouldn't dare getting caught, and transporting people requires way more hassle. Plus, you're forgetting something." He straightened himself on the pillow and they waited for him to proceed. He looked at them, and since none of them said anything, he continued. "We're not escaping the island. At least not yet."

Jungkook took a deep breath and nodded, dropping the spoon inside his pot. "No, we can't leave without finding them. We have to leave together."

Namjoon nodded and leaned on his pillow with a contrite expression. He wished the situation was different: if that night, escaping seemed like the only way of getting help and saving the others, now he was disappointed that it wouldn't be that easy. To make matters worse, being injured severely limited what he was able to do. And looking at Jungkook... He just wished he could get him to safety first.