Sempiternal: • Contaminated • || BOOK 3#

34. Shame

"Where is Jungkook?"

"He went out. Alone. Without telling absolutely no one." replies Yoongi, tense and Namjoon holds a hand to his head When will Jungkook stop being a pain in the ass? He only has to stay here for a few days.

And apparently, that's too much to ask. He moves his jaw, displeased and tense. He barely recovered from the previous blows. Damn fool.

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Jungkook chews on the candy he found. It's annoying that some of them are starting to expire, but how could they not? It's been three years already. A lot of the food is starting to perish. It's the good part that Namjoon is putting so much care into planting vegetables and raising animals to eat. It's cruel, he wouldn't want to participate in that, but there aren't many other options.

They're not going to live on air.

Jungkook shakes off his clothes and slings his backpack over his shoulder. He had to walk a long way to get to an unmarked area that had something besides debris. He decided to come just for once. It's more exploration than gathering. Alone and far away he wonders a thousand things. Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one to interrupt him or even try to contradict him. As if reading his thoughts.

He wonders if the others are really serious about the Twice girls being trapped, imprisoned and abused in a group of wretches. Maybe they just acted so he wouldn't say anything to them. To avoid an argument. And they plan to leave them to their fate. They're all such cowards. Why wouldn't that be a possibility? And even if they had them in mind to save them?

"They want to do something for them, but they didn't do anything to save Jimin over there. Assholes." he says quietly, walking down the street with the half-filled backpack. He doesn't take too much. He's determined to just walk and rather than take a small one, go back with more people to bring home a full load.

In the middle of the way back, he has the feeling of being watched and so, he changes his route and when the feeling intensifies, he takes off running. Even with boots, he is able to go very, very fast. It's habit at this point. They weigh him down almost nothing anymore. They are simply part of his legs. His path is abruptly cut off by a car parked in the middle of the road. With two people with rifles waiting for him. Jungkook thought about going back and swerving even further, but behind him there is also a group of people. Being the ones who chased him. His only alternative becomes going through a standing building.

With the problem that, as Jungkook opens the door, a group of Yagtalja comes out and forces him into the sun of the track. Jungkook breathes shakily, his hair sticking to his face and his braid half undone on his shoulder. He looks around. Nothing occurs to him and he mumbles a curse for it.

"We meet again pretty boy!" Jungkook flicks his cheek with his tongue and pushes his hair back with his right hand. "I was already missing seeing you."

"Can't say the same with your shitty face."

"Someone's in a bad mood" There's laughter from everyone there. The man approaches Jungkook. "Wow, every time I see you, your legs get bigger." Jungkook pulls away, he only felt the brush of the huge hand about to squeeze his thigh.

Jungkook steps back a couple of steps, out of caution.

"You know, we've been looking for you" Jungkook announces, "but you've been hiding from us haven't you?"

"I avoid going through your territory just like you asked." she mumbles. The man laughs, clapping his hands.

"You're an obedient one," he celebrates. "I'll get straight to the point: our boss wants you to join us. I have no fucking idea who it was before, but he certainly knows you" he communicates and Jungkook furrows his eyebrows Who could it be? No one very close. He can't imagine anyone of his friends, trusted people or family members creating a group like this. "Jungkook from BTS. Golden Maknae."