Suga Kookies

#70

Prompt - A year had changed things. The virus spread like wildfire. The only thing that kept them safe were the walls that kept them in, while keeping others out.

(A/N - so this is longer than usual. So firstly there are a few, okay a lot, of time skips because I didn't want to drag the story on. Secondly I did my best to put it into paragraphs but my laptop doesn't work so I typed it on my phone so I apologise if it's all over the place. Please enjoy and let me know what you think x
Also it's my birthday tomorrow, in less than 18 hours (yeesh im old now) so who knows maybe more updates if it's a good day ♡)

Jungkook was panting trying to inhale deep breaths and breathe easily again. He looked up catching a certain orange haired hyungs gaze. They stared at each other before the other reached out shoving his shoulder playfully, "Shit Kook we were almost caught." Jungkook picked up the duffel bag and checking it's inventory. He looked up again grinning, "But oh so worth it. We got lucky with this find. Food that can last everyone a week, fresh water, some clothes and medicine." Now that they had the medicine they could treat the many people that are ill. He hoped the return journey quick and they would made it in time. They had already lost a few dozen people to whatever was going around. They weren't that large of a group to begin with. You're probably wondering what exactly was going on? Why they had to practically steal to keep themselves alive. He would have to start from the beginning.

It had been a fairly warm afternoon. Jungkook had been playing football with a few friends from school. He was just after turning eighteen. He should still be in his second year of college but the world was changing and not in a good way. His best friend Jimin had an appointment and it would be some time before he returned home. Jimin had lost his parents at a young age in a car accident. He ended up moving in with Jungkook and his father. Their other best friend Taehyung, well who knows where he was. Him, his older brother and his parents had packed up and moved without a word.
It was warm. Warmer than usual. Usually at this time of year it would have already be cooler. However today seemed to be an exception as he sun was almost blinding. It wasn't too easy to stay playing when he could hardly breathe with the heat. Calling the game quits he made his way to the small house he called home dejectedly. Sitting on the porch beside his father they listened to the small radio. His father looked worried. He let out a sigh locking gazes with his son, "Something's happening Kook. Something bad. Multiple small towns and villages wiped out by an incurable sickness. Once it enters the bloodstream you have barely and hour before it kills all your oxygen cells and eventually you. The government are playing it off as something us outsiders have been tampering with. It gets closer and closer. I'm starting to think we should move. Further north towards the city. It would be safer, more medicines. Get past the wall. If we stay a lot of people will die. A lot of people know this but ignore it in hope it will go away." They had been told in school of the illness spreading. To take precaution and increase hygiene and health checks. It was a fast illness. No one knew it was coming until your body would hit the floor, body convulsions and blood coming from your nose, mouth and ears. Almost as though it killed your brain. It was quite gruesome to think about.
A week later he was in the middle of packing when the inevitable happened. Shouts from outside his home from the town people. Scared and horrified shouts. Deciding to check it out he put down the current photo frame he was about to add to the box and went outside. A crowd was formed around something. Not being able to see past the amount of bodies in the way he began to shove his way through. A blur of orange stopped him from continuing. He frowned, "Hyung?" Jimin shook his head, "You don't want to look Kookie. It's, It's your father." His eyes widened. Shoving past the remaining people in the way he dropped to his knees. His father laid face down. However you could see the blood pooled around him by his face. Tears filled his eyes. This couldn't be happening. They were supposed to move and be safe, together. Reaching out he shifted the body so it was now face up. Blood came from his ears, nose and mouth. The illness had reached their town. People panicked. Getting away from the body. Afraid being near it would pass the death onto them. Jimin stepped forward placing a hand on his shoulder, "I'll get us a stretcher. We'll bury him before nightfall. In the back garden." They would still be leaving. It wasn't safe. He nodded in understanding and while Jimin set off to get a stretcher he waited. He sat beside his father in silence. He wiped away the tears that had fallen. His father would always tell him not to cry over death. Death is a part of life. That when he passed to celebrate the life he had and keep the memories. When Jimin returned they brought him to the small garden at the back of the house. His father had loved to plant different flowers. Ones that most people didn't. Hey always bloomed beautifully and the colours making the garden look like a meadow. Getting to work both males took a shovel each and began to dig. Not speaking a word between them. They listened to the shouts. More people were dying. When the hole was big enough they lifted the body into it. Jungkook knelt beside it sending a silent goodbye. He removed the locket his father always wore and put it around his own neck before standing back up. They covered the body with a sheet before scooping the already dug dirt back onto the body. After they finished there was barely a trace of what they had just done. Jimin handed him a stone. He motioned to the large rock that was situated just above where they had begun digging. Understanding he carved his father's name and the year he was born and the year he passed. Jimin picked a flower from the garden, his father's favourite, and placed it on the stone.
They had returned back inside the house. Agreeing that they would only take what was needed. So leaving the boxes they filled a backpack each. With food, water, clothes and small personal items. Jungkook had put in an old photo album. It contained photos of both of their families from when they were younger to them now. There was a particular photo he loved. It was the one of himself, Jimin, Taehyung and his father. His father being tackled by them. He hopes wherever their friend is that he is safe and away from all the sickness. He also put in a rabbit teddy that his mother had given him when he was a baby before she was taken from him by cancer. They set the bags by the door so it would be easier to leave with them. Each showered before sleeping deciding to share one bed. Facing each other in the darkness. Jimin watched him, his head resting on his arm, "We're really doing this aren't we?" Jungkook nodded, "We are. I wonder what will happen when we get there. To the city." Jimin nodded, "Me too. Goodnight Jungkookie." Shuffling closer he breathed out a tired response, "Night Jiminie."
The following morning they had dressed and left straight away. The town they grew up in was falling apart. While sleeping more than half of the citizens living there had passed from the illness spreading. With one final look back they began their journey to the city. The city itself would take two-three weeks to get to on foot. It was well hidden and protected. Walls high built in a dome shape. The city was quite large, populated just under half a million people. It was like it's own world.