The Love Island

🏝️Chapter 9🏝️

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                   Jungkook banged on the door with his free hand, hoping a lone soul would answer him. No response from inside. He banged on the door harder this time, accidentally breaking one of its hinges. Afraid of tearing apart the whole thing, he yelled out,

                  "HELLO??!! Is anybody there?!", in English, of course. There still wasn't any reply.

                   Without wasting anymore precious time to be able to save Lisa, JK kicked in the door himself and entered the mysterious bungalow. The little foyer was cozied up with coats and soft crochet sweaters, and two pairs of house slippers and flip-flops were lined neatly besides the wall.

                     Almost immediately, in front of him was the living room. A tiny, old CRT television was perched on a little table in front of a ragged, torn up leather couch. The house setting was comfy and oldie. Dragging his eyes away from the foreign objects and furniture, he laid Lisa's body on the couch and turned to find the first-aid kit.

                     Kook searched all over the hall, only uncovering dead, dusty beetles everywhere. Letting out a desperate sigh, he continued looking closer to the kitchen. He pulled open drawers, which were so squeaky that if Jungkook had put a little bit more spurt of force, it would have been torn away from its greasy hinges. But he was still failing to find any medicine or bandages.

                     He kicked the cupboard in anger and distress. What if he can't save Lalisa? What will he do then? In realization, Jungkook sank to his knees and grabbed his head with his big hands. What the heck should he do? He wasn't a fricking hero. He wasn't a firefighter, nor police. Not even a person who can properly do CPR. He was not the so-called "Golden Maknae". He couldn't even make that dimwit of a girl stay in one place. He was useless.

                     Before Kook lost his mind and did something reckless, a shout was heard outside the house. He raised his head and turned his bloodshot eyes towards the voice.

                     "Hey, what the heck broke down my door? I swear I chased off all the coyotes on this island, and I haven't seen them for like six months" said a voice in perfect English with a nice accent. Jungkook peeked out the door to see a foreign man, somewhere in his 60s. The man spotted him from inside the dark foyer and brightened his eyes. Scared, JK backed off deeper into the house.

                     "OH MY GOD, is it the true Jeon freaking Jungkook of BTS?! IN MY FRICKING HOUSE??OMG OMG OMG I'M GOING TO DIE, I'M SO GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW-"

                      "STOB IT!! Just stob", Jungkook spoke in his terrible english, already adapted to Jin hyung's accent.

                      "BAHAHAHAHA!! Didn't you get that phrase from the Worldwide Handsome Jin?? Aww, so it really is true you guys are very closeee", the unknown male giggled.

                     "YOU HAVE TO S-SAVE MY... MY UH F-FRIEND, FROM HER... UH CRABS! CRAB HURTS!! YOU KNOW, THE HURT YOU G-GET -"

                     "AHOAHOHAHAOAHOAHOIHECWRHPWPUH-- YOUR ENGLISH IS VERY TERRIBLE, MR. JEON!!! I really hope Rap Monster tea- EEK!", the man's voice cut off with a squeal as Jungkook grabbed his hawaiian shirt collar and heaved him in the air with only one arm. He had enough of this dude's fanboying and crap. But he is so... heavy, HAHA.

                     Jungkook carried the man inside with his right hand and threw him on the ground near Lalice.

                    "Wow, the muscle bun-"