You Need To Survive

Jungkook's Story (Part 1)

        Jungkook ran away as fast as he could.
        Suga called after him, told him to wait.
        He didn't even register Suga's voice.
        Another one dead.
        Because of what he did.
        He ran all the way to his house.
        His Appa was waiting for him, crossing his arms and staring angrily at him. "Where have you been?"
        Jungkook shook his head and pushed through, running to his room.
        He closed the door behind him, locked it. He grabbed a backpack and started stuffing random items into it. A shirt-no, 5 shirts, a few pairs of pants, and a towel.
        Jungkook looked at the door again, then pulled up a floorboard. He was hiding something in here-actually, a lot of things. He stuffed the bottles into the pack, opened the window, and climbed out, landing on the sidewalk. He ran away from his home as fast as he could.
        After a while, he stopped. He was lost. He looked around, then sat down and leaned against the wall of the alley. He picked up a stone and threw it.
        That was the second person.
        There were only five left.
        He sighed, then zipped open the backpack. He pulled out the bottle. He opened it. The scent of the liquid inside made him smile. His saviour. This liquid would save him from the pain.
        He tilted his head back and took a long drink.
        It burned in his throat like fire. He felt it churn in his stomach like fire.
        Like fire.
        He liked fire.
        He grinned and took another long drink, tossed the bottle to the side, and rose unsteadily. The world spun in dizzying circles around him. He gripped the walls, shook his head, and smiled. He liked it in this strange world that seemed to flip and fold over itself. He giggled.
        A strange sound, that giggle. He giggled again. The sound was pleasant.
        He laughed.
        Then he saw something running towards him.
        He leaned on the wall and rubbed his eyes. That wasn't him. It couldn't be him.
        It was him.
        Taehyung.
        He ran towards Jungkook, gripped his shoulders. "Are you okay?"
        Jungkook threw Taehyung's hands off.
        His hands were rough, harsh, very alive-like. He should be dead, not alive.
        Unless...
        "Ghost?"
        That word sounded weird.
        "Ghost!"
        Taehyung was shocked. "What? No, I'm here! I'm right here! Jungkook!"
        Jungkook grabbed a bottle. "Don't-" He stumbled, and Taehyung caught him before he could fall. Jungkook pushed Taehyung away. "Don't say Jungkook. You're dead. You should be dead!"
        Taehyung's face twisted into horror, but Jungkook didn't care. He ranted on and on. "You're dead! You're a ghost! Stay away from me! Stay AWAY!" With that, he threw the bottle at Taehyung. He dodged it just in time.
        Jungkook turned and ran, stumbling and grabbing the wall. "No! Go away!!"
        
        Taehyung watched Jungkook run away, his mind racing. Jungkook was obviously drunk. But he tried to hit Taehyung. Worse, he thought he was dead.
        Taehyung saw a backpack on the ground. He opened it and realized it was Jungkook's. His shirts, pants, a towel...and 4 bottles of alcohol.