We might die

Chapter 3

Jungkook and Seokjin are both by the ocean, but on different shores. It's an unwise location to be, the shore—it's open, making them easy targets for anyone who has a projectile weapon. But Seokjin isn't exactly in open air. He has found a cave to sit in front of, to enjoy the shade and gaze at the gentle waves.

Jungkook, however, is in open air, and he really can't care less. He's mad. Jeon Jungkook is so fucking mad.

"Fuck everything!" he screams into the sky. "Fuck the whole world! Fuck you, you and you!"

Namjoon doesn't know who you, you and you are, and it's likely that Jungkook doesn't know either himself. He's just really mad. He just really wants to scream himself hoarse.

Something clenches in Namjoon's heart as he watches his youngest bandmate scream his guts out. Jungkook is, most of the time, not the kind to yell curses into the sky. Jungkook is usually level-headed, and eerily observant.

Even when screaming, he's still observant. One of the display monitors shows Jungkook coming closer, and closer, until the whole screen is filled with his cute nose and bunny teeth. He had found his first surveillance camera.

"Whoever is watching this, fuck you!" Jungkook bellows. Namjoon winces. Leaning on the back of the chair behind him, Damien tsks.
"The younger ones tend to rebel more," he comments.

And then Jungkook swings his frying pan at the camera, grunting heavily. Once, twice, three times. The noise is loud and jarring, and within a few seconds the one screen had completely blacked out. Jungkook might have been assigned only a lousy frying pan, but he's still strong enough to make the best of it.

"Damn, that's one of the cameras gone," Damien complains. "I'll get the others to send a boat over to fix it."

He's irritated, of course. Dispatching boats to the island is always troublesome, and the soldiers would much rather be playing mahjong or something. Their jobs are simply to bring the contestants to the island, then not set foot on it until the three days are up and they have to go gather the bodies. Any other excursions to the island are considered extra work and a huge annoyance.

"You'd better hope that little shit is no longer hanging around looking for trouble," Damien mutters to Namjoon as he messages his fellow soldiers. "They wouldn't hesitate to shoot a mischief-maker if they see one."

It should be all right, Namjoon thinks. Jungkook is sharp and quick, if he sees a boat pulling up by the shore, he would find a place to hide in no time.

It doesn't stop his heart from aching for the maknae.