~4 days later~
The bright light from the sun reflected the colors of the ocean, illuminating the feeling of being on a nice, well-paid, yet beautiful vacation somewhere on an expensive island, like the Maldives.
The thought was a pleasant sense, that helped the raven hair to cope up with the harsh reality, that he had to accept, whenever he woke up feeling like absolute shit.
And Jungkook ended up just getting fucked mentally all over again.
Those thoughts were good while they lasted, but he had to wake up sooner or later from his delusional, non-existent dreams that would end up just stealing the only thing he had left.
His sanity.
5 days have went by, and the two were running out of supplies. Jungkook managed to scavenge some food and water bottles from the plane, but there wasn't much left, since most of it flew and fell out of the plane.
And the fear of dying of starvation or dehydration, scared the living shit out of him.
He simply couldn't give up that easily, so his mind was making up all kinds of possibilities, of survival tips for their all potential problems.
He was constantly thinking about the dark mysterious jungle behind him, that held all kinds of secrets and surprises for him to discover. There was a chance for him to stubble upon some exotic edible fruits for him to collet and keep safe for days following, but once again, he hesitated.
Who knew, maybe some kind of venomous snakes, insects or flowers could give him a slow painful death for him to enjoy later on.
But he doesn't really have a choice, so he either risks it, or dies of dehydration and starvation.
So whenever Jungkook planned to act up on his thoughts and ideas, the huge stubborn of a word 'BUT',was always in his way.
And then there was Taehyung.
Jungkook haven't spoken properly to the boy ever since the 'haircut' conversation, four days ago.
They both were pretty much neutral and formal with one another, when it came to late short nights talks, and sharing food&water supplies.
But mostly the only thing that was running a marathon in Jungkooks head, was the thought of the other not moving an inch from his spot, ever since he placed him under the palm tree, while he was unconscious.
And that was just plain out weird, and mainly suspicious to the raven haired.
Why wouldn't he move an inch? He was just sitting there, all depressed, slightly disoriented and tired.
But so was Jungkook, yet he was the one who took care of him, and gave all of his energy to survive in this hell hole of an island. He constantly brought the other food supplies, all the way from the plane wreck, and back. That was pretty much around a 600 ft walk for him, back and forth.
And the realization hit him.
Was he that braindead for 5 days straight? Instead of questioning Taehyungs lazy behavior, he was his butler instead.
And that pissed Jungkook off, as he stood up from his spot near the shore, and turned to walk up to the individual trying to take a nap, while leaning on the palm trunk.
Jungkook didn't hesitate to speak up when he approached the other, staring down at him with daggers in his eyes.
"Taehyung, wake up"
The brunette got slightly startled, but obliged, looking up at the tall raven haired, slightly confused.
"Yeah?"
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Fanfiction{"~Mayday! Mayday! My name is Jeon Jungkook. I'm a passenger that was on a domestic flight from New York City to Busan. The plane crashed on an uninhabited island, and no one survived. I'm the only survivor. Is anyone there?!~} Where a 22-year-old b...
