BTS One Shots {REQUESTS OPEN}

Namkook - Junglebook

[REQUESTED]

Contains:

no warnings

Plot: All Namjoon's ever wanted is to be a journalist, particularly one who explores weird and wonderful places. And now, at the ripe age of 26, with a degree in journalism now under his repertoire, he's been chosen as part of an expedition group to go and do an article on the wildlife in the Great Bear Rainforest. But as we all know, not everything always goes to plan.

Story:

Staring at his map again, Namjoon gives a sigh. It's been three hours since he got separated from his expedition group, and now he's cold and hungry and pretty anxious. Even though he studied zoology with a particular focus on Canada and the surrounding areas, he doesn't know what he's doing, nor where he's going. He could swear he's seen that rock four or five times already.

Ah, finally! A direction he hasn't yet been in. He begins to follow the path, made from leaves laced together with ice, trying not to slip the entire time, which isn't the easiest considering he's lugging around a heavy backpack. Eventually, he comes across a little clearing, an oval-shaped bed of the previously-mentioned leaves surrounded by a ring of dark trees, and with icicles hanging from the ends of the branches and glistening in the pale sunlight.

But suddenly a strange chill sets over his body, and he realises he isn't alone. In front of him, just a few metres away... thick grey fur, piercing eyes, a low growl - fuck. Before he can properly register anything, he's already turned and started running, yet can still hear the wolves - it sounds like five or six of them - following his footsteps. And after a while, as his muscles start to tire, he becomes increasingly aware of the quickly-diminishing distance between the pack and himself.

And then... well, he doesn't know quite what happened, but somehow he's in a tree now, leaning against the trunk as he crouches on a branch. To his left is a man, matted brown hair flowing down to his waist, and with a fierce look in his eyes as he watches the wolves run under the branch.

"You..." Joon says, having caught his breath. "You saved me."

The man doesn't respond, just stares at him. He gets a little closer, then reaches to touch his hair, his shoulders, chest, stomach, thighs, calves and feet, and then his face. Namjoon simply stays still, utterly perplexed by this odd behaviour. This man, he doesn't seem to understand what he's saying, nor why he's here. He must live here, since he's so fascinated by the idea of a person wearing funny clothes and who smells like something weird. The last thing he wants to do is spook him, so he doesn't move.

Well, this'll certainly be an experience, won't it?

Six months later...

"Jungkook-ah, where are you?" Namjoon calls out for his friend, yet can't seem to find him anywhere. Since he was rescued by the younger, they've spent a lot of time together, and now they're quite close.

"Boo!" shouts the other, jumping out from behind a tree and startling the brunet.

"Jesus, don't do that. You wanna go skim some stones?"

Together, the pair of them run down to the river like children running down the stairs on Christmas morning, filled with jubilation and glee. Since they met, Namjoon's taught Jungkook how to speak English (he's not an expert yet, but he's getting there), and Jungkook's taught Namjoon all the tricks of living in the jungle, and they're inseperable.

"Junglebook,"

"Pardon?"