Jungkook and Taehyung had been stranded on an uninhabited island that they had crashed on, for almost two weeks now. Both of them are trying to make the best out of the situation they are in, by working and helping one another.
And that thought brought Jungkook back to the radio tower. He was gazing at the faraway forested metal tip, just as he finished washing up at the waterfall, whilst sitting by the little fireplace he had created nearby to plan out his journey to the very top, and reach the tower in hopes of calling for help.
The raven haired wanted nothing more but to get off this island and head back home. The comfort of his bed and Namjoon's presence was missed dearly, and he never understood how much he took everything for granted until now. His life wasn't perfect, but he was well off, cared for, and most importantly, loved by the people that he held dearest to his heart. So why was he so blind?
If only he knew how lucky he was...
It had to take him to get into a fatal accident to realize, that what he had in life was highly precious to him; his cousin, friends and even the old lady in her mid fifties that lived in the same building complex as him, just next door, were people that looked out for him.
And he doesn't even know her name...
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Jungkook just came back from a meeting, tired and completely infuriated with the group of assholes, that called themselves ' the collectors'.
They just invited themselves into the meeting to come up with new ideas to rebrand and change the concept of his successful business, due to its bland and complex ideas.
Those very people worked for a person he thought had some kind of dignity left for him, but apparently she didn't.
His mother never gave him peace, he asked to be left alone and start a life of his own success, to build his own way to the top, alone. but she always had to interfere. Changing stuff and making them off to be better for her OWN sake.
"Fuck this!"
The raven haired kicked the door to his apartment, as he failed to press in the right passcode for him to enter for the fourth time now. Too lost in his mind to remember.
"1968."A warm voice called out right next door, helping out.
The raven haired was well aware of the figures identity, feeling rather relaxed at his neighbors presence. "Good evening." She replied with a warm welcome of a smile.
Jungkook huffed out, as he pressed down on the little keypads, entering the digits: 1968; before replying to elderly. "Evening...",He replied rather worn out.
'1968'. The year his father was born, yet he still manages to forget it even on his worse days; so he asked a rather kind lady to remember it for him, and tell him whenever she'd hear him struggling.
What a joke of a reversal. He's asking an elderly person to remember a simple passcode to his house, while he's the one whose brain is supposed to work, not forget.
But todays events pressed down on his last nerves, making it hard for him to recalibrate and let go of their pathetic attempts to steal and destroy his brand. The only thing he owns. Sadly, days like these were difficult to dodge, something always had to come his way to ruin his day. Nothing new. Just another shitty day.
"Have you eaten, dear? I've made some homemade soup"
About to step into his apartment, he halted. He was hungry, but wasn't in the mood to eat.
"I'm not hungry, thank you." He replied rather blandly and went right in, closing the doors behind him without a second thought.
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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...
