The raven haired woke up to a beautiful sunny day, the sun glimmered off the waves on the ocean, making it appear as if it was clear as glass. The sight of the beach was never disappointing to wake up to, but the thought of how he ended up admiring such a sight in the first place, ruined it.
Jungkook sat up and kept his eyes shut for a minute, before he decided to reopen them, since the irritation of the sun light made him almost blind. But a moment from last night just struck him, the genuine conversation he had with Taehyung was definitely something he's never going to forget.
That night they were way more comfortable with one another than they were those last 5 days, and that's progress.
Wanting to check up on the person he's currently thinking about, Jungkook looked across the burnt out fireplace, and found Tarhyung curled up with his blanket, still sound asleep.
Ever since he got the brunette that blanket from the business lounge, he never let go of it. So it was definitely worth taking it, even tho it was the only one that was left. It's not like he needed it, so he doesn't really care that he gave it to him instead.
Jungkook watched him for a moment, admiring the peacefulness of his slumber. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.
Breakfast.
His stomach growled, and he knew that there was barely any food left in the plane, and just eating it out like they have spare to eat later, is just plain out stupid. They can't keep going like this, no matter how much he tried to avoid to explore the jungle behind him, he'll have to end up going there anyway.
And Jungkook had more than enough of it. He won't let this bother him, and he's definitely no pussy to face it.
"Fuck it"
He stood back up on his feet, and shoved his hand down his pocket, pulling out a pocket knife he got from Namjoon on his 20th birthday.
"This shit was never useful...but my dumbass always carried it around, because of you."
Scoffing in disbelief, he popped the knife out.
"Old bastard was right for once."
Jungkook couldn't be more thankful than he was these past few days, his pocket knife served him well in this shit hole of an island.
All the locked compartments he had to bust open...and now for protection.
"Thanks...Hyung..."
The raven haired looked ahead at the green abyss of a nature, and didn't waste any more time, walking in.
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"Again!"
The ballet studio was empty. The rest of the other children who were just as reluctant as Taehyung, had already left. The dancers had early dismissal, but he was always asked to stay in for the rest of the day to perfect his work, by practicing.
The others carried themselves with a quiet determination, and Taehyung always felt a twinge of envy whenever he watched them, wishing he had the capability to have that himself, but he knew that no matter how hard he tried or pushed himself, it was never enough...
"Again!"
The ballet instructor was a stern woman, who had no mercy, and seemed to take pleasure in pushing her students to their limits, especially Taehyung.
She was always watching and waiting for someone to make a mistake, and when they did, she was quick to criticize them rather harshly.
Taehyung suffered in that position quite highly, and so he was punished to perfect every move he had done wrong, or seemed unpleasant to watch for the instructor to just let go. He was no exception, and found himself struggling to keep up with the others.
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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...
