Count The Stars With Me (We're Just Lost Boys) pt. 2
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Everything was cold. And dark.
And slowly, terrifyingly, it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
Jungkook inhaled sharply. Exhaled slowly.
Tried to imagine her right in front of him, holding his clenched fists in hers and telling him to breathe.
Breathe.
His eyes flew open, and before he could succumb to sleep, he dashed out of the ancient house.
The world was empty.
The eerie silence was nearly suffocating, but he persevered. Ran until he made it to the house a few blocks down, where he was sure, sure that an old woman had lived at some point.
He hoped he was right, because the sun was already nearly gone.
The door was locked, and he nearly sobbed in frustration. But the door was so old and rotted that with a few messy attempts at slamming his shoulder into it, it gave.
A new sense of urgency filled him as he ransacked the place, not giving a fuck about knocking down multiple breakables. There was no one to care, anyway.
And then, hidden among a pile of hastily thrown clothes- was his Savior. This time he really did sob in relief, and when his hands enclosed the chunky, beaten metal, suddenly death didn't seem so near.
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The ground was cool and made a strange iridescent effect wherever she stepped, but she was too heartbroken to notice. Or weary. Or depressed.
Or maybe all of them.
Somehow, she was led to a hover platform, where a dozen or so others were loaded onto as well. The air was warm and pleasant, something that Jungkook would have enjoyed.
Jungkook...
The security guard beside her glanced at her, but didn't comment when a tear rolled down her cheek.
After a few moments, a strange sunrise appeared. The sun seemed much smaller, and the colors weren't as vivid.
But the sky was lit up with a beautiful yellow, almost like it was on fire.
The future was bright, but she was too blind to see it.
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Jungkook couldn't sleep when the oxygen mask made so much noise, but he trained himself to bear it- if for the sake of living.
Sitting up, legs spread out in front of him, he gazed at the small collection he had managed to find. Seven oxygen tanks, and two oxygen masks. He knew that they were an outdated health option, but he was never more thankful.
Usually the poorer people chose this option, because a surgery to replace a person's broken lungs with prosthetic ones was, in fact, quite expensive.
Jungkook isn't stupid. He knows that by this time, especially in hyperspace, her ship would be so far that they wouldn't be able to come back for him. And they wouldn't have enough fuel to make it back anyways.
