The roads seemed endless, but maybe it was just the summer heat and humid climate that made your journey feel unbearable.
"It's times like these that I wish we still had the car." You mumbled, while letting Jungkook rest his weight onto your shoulder as you made a small pause
To your luck you hadn't encountered any prowlers so far - surprisingly so, Jeju seemed to have a lot less of these beasts than the mainland.
The two of you had been walking for hours now, sun already having started to set; You've lost track of time eventually and Jungkook had already gone over to his annoying-Y/N-because-I-don't-have-anything-else-to-do phase.
"Jungkook, I know you can walk by yourself, leave my arm alone." There wasn't any bite behind your words, but oh boy was he heavy.
"But I'm hurtttt." He whined, bumping into your side on purpose, making you stumble to the side of the road.
"For a hurt person you sure talk a lot." You mumbled, having endured his non-stop babbling for who-knows-how-long now.
"Chickie, these clouds look like dinosaurs on pick-up trucks!"
"Chickie, the air tastes salty!"
"Chickie, I hate mayonnaise, it just taste so gross!"
"Chickie, you shirt's white, I can see your bra!"
(-latter got him a jab in the ribs)
"Can you blame me?" He sighed miserably, latching onto your back, making it significantly harder for you to walk, " m' not used to this- like, m' not used to doing nothin' but walking. I'm gonna go insane. If we weren't walking I could at least sleep or somethin' but nooo."
"Do you want to take a break?" You looked back at the sun that was sinking into the ocean slowly, almost nothing left of the deep orange light, "It'll be dark soon anyways."
He hesitated for a second, eyeing the city that was hidden somewhere ahead of you in the darkness, only visible to his superhuman eyes, "It'll be for the best."
You didn't say it but you were relieved that he finally allowed himself to take a break- not only because you worried for him, but also for rather selfish reasons-
In his current shape he wouldn't be able to fight any larger prowlers and you didn't want to risk anything with his idiotic ass, but after a good night of sleep you knew he would feel better. He'd always recovered quickly.
After he'd agreed to sleeping you'd marched blindly into a field on the side of the road, wanting to stay as hidden as possible in case that there was some lost prowler strolling around.
You used the old flannel shirt you'd taken off long ago on your sweaty journey as a pillow, uncomfortably laying down into the high grass (you tried not to think too much about all these insects crawling around you).
You heard Jungkook lie down next to you, felt the warmth of his body merely inches away from you, while staring up into the starry sky. The sky had never looked so beautiful back then.
You'd never been able to see that many stars at once before all of this, artificial lights of society having polluted the sky. It was breathtaking, the endless pattern of small lights winking at you from above - the more you searched for them, the more you could see.
"Jungkook?" You mumbled into the darkness.
"Hm?"
"What are you going to do when we find a refugee?"
Silence engulfed you for a moment.
"We'll see."
"I don't like that answer."
"I know you don't." You heard him smile. The stars looked so pretty, "Let me make the choice when I'm ready, 'kay?"
"...'kay."
You heard cicadas in the faint distance, wind coming from the sea combing through the high grass surrounding you.
"Jungkook?"
"Hm?"
"I don't want you to leave me."
Now you heard him shuffle, as if he was turning around, "Didn't even think of that, Chickie."
It was a thought that had crossed your mind on the many instances that you had wrecked your brain about how to solve this issue; What if you did find a refugee? And you would meet up with Namjoon and the rest, and stay? What if Jungkook would leave, because you'd be safe there and he didn't have anything left that held him back?
The thought alone made you want to choke on tears.
You startled slightly when you felt a strong arm worm it's way underneath your body, slightly lifting you up, another arm coming up to pull you over to Jungkook. He gently lead you until you laid on top of him, cheek squished against his chest, where you could hear his calm heart beat. He felt warm and firm underneath you.
"We were like this on the first night in the car, when it rained, remember?" He whispered, arms enclosing around you.
"M-hmm. It was so fucking cold in there."
He snickered, "I didn't feel cold."
"Okay, human heater." He flicked your forehead, "Hey!"
He laughed, sound getting cut off buy a short cough he tried to hide quickly.
"Jungkook... let me sleep on the ground, I'm probably not helping your condition here."
"I'm fine."
"Liar."
"You don't like sleeping on the floor."
"This is your reasoning? You're probably in pain but oh lil' Chickie shouldn't sleep on the floor if she doesn't like it."
He flicked your forehead again, "Shut up n' take it, brat."
You wrestled for a moment, until you gave in and let your head fall back onto his chest, making him puff out air surprised. Ha take that.
"You're so childish, Chibi."
"Look who's talking."
No matter how much you insisted you didn't need this, the feeling of having him so close to you, all for yourself was better than anything else.
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"No way." Jungkook stared at the quite obscure scene in front of us, "No fucking way."
Fucking Min Yoongi was laying on top of a definitely crashed car, legs crossed and arms resting behind his head, a single grass straw resting between his lips.
When we'd approached him he had barely cocked a brow, otherwise not bothered to stand up and run for his life as he probably should have.
"So we meet again." He slurred lazily, one hand coming up to cover his eyes from the sun, "Been a while."
"Too long, apparently." Jungkook's smile was anything but friendly when he straightened his scythe, ramming it into the ground in front of the car.
"Or did you forget how we parted ways?" I chimed in, head cocked to the side with an unimpressed look. This motherfucker.
Yoongi just sniggered, not answering. How in hell had I thought to befriend this weirdo?
"Where's your little friend?" Jungkook stepped closer, "What was her name? Moonbin? Moon-"
"-byul." I chimed in helpfully.
Yoongi still didn't answer, but the way his til now casual pose stiffened up answered all we needed to know.
"Oh." I looked away, "I'm sorry."
"Pfff it's not like we were friends." Yoongi waved it off, "It just sucks because surviving by yourself is a pain in the ass. If you're not him that is-" He pointed at Jungkook, "About that, why are you still with her? Isn't she a giant burden?"
I felt rather than saw Jungkook's sudden impulse of lunging forward, holding him back by his sleeve quickly, "Kook." I warned. Then I looked at Yoongi, who was watching the exchange with an amused glint.
"Well, that explains it." He chirped gleefully.
"Do you know about a refugee here on Jeju?" I ignored his words.
"Hmm." He tapped one finger against his lips, eyes averted to the sky, "Do I? Maybe. Maybe I don't."
I let go of Jungkook.
Immediately he leaped forward, scythe pressed against Yoongi's throat who suddenly got into motion, eyes wide in shock as he backed up against the rear window of the car, "Listen here ya lil' shit, answer her fucking question or I'll cut off your stupid face."
"C-Chill-" Yoongi pressed himself against the window, trying to bring as much space as possible between himself and the sparkling blade, "I was just- just..."
"Just?" Jungkook pressed closer, voice like daggers, "I'm so sick and tired of your coward ass bullshit."
Yoongi gulped, "Sorry. I'm sorry. There's a refugee. I saw it." My heart dropped, "I-It's in Lotte Hotel."
"How can we find it?" I chimed in.
"There's a map a-at the entrance of the town." He pointed at me, "She can read it, y-you won't miss it."
"Y-You won't miss it." Jungkook imitated his stutter voice mockingly, all pent up anger he'd saved up from the last time we'd seen him oozing out of him.
"Why aren't you there then?" I questioned, arms crossed in front of my chest. Jungkook backed off slowly.
Yoongi's terrified expression fell when he looked at me, eyes suddenly listless, "If I die there in a few years or here tomorrow, what does it matter?" His voice sounded resigned, bitter.
I cocked my head slightly, "So you are sad about Moonbyul's death."
He laid back against the car again, "No."
Jungkook turned to me, "Is it bad that I don't pity him?"
I waved him off, eyeing Yoongi one more time, "If you say so. Then die here, I guess. If that's what you want." I shrugged, turning away, "Thanks for the info anyways."
Jungkook followed close behind, sufficient smile on his face. Wow he really needed that, didn't he?
"Altlast we know where to go now. Lotte Hotel." He mused after we'd put enough distance between him.
"Are you sure? How do you know he's telling the truth?"
"If he isn't, we find him and kill him."
"Will that help us though?"
"No, but it'll make me feel better."
I snorted, shoulders shaking as I laughed at his odd sense of humor.
Lotte Hotel, huh?
The refugee existed. It was a real thing, one that we would be reaching soon.
An anxious feeling was slowly starting to develop inside of me - one I hated, because it was possibly ruining my last hours with Jungkook.
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