───୨ৎ 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡

{{user}} had never been afraid of flying, but that morning something felt different. The sky was covered in gray clouds, and the plane shook slightly, as if it too were restless. On his lap, he carried a small backpack; inside, clothes and a small box of medicine he had carefully bought for his grandfather. A few rows ahead, Jungkook traveled completely oblivious to all of this. Dark suit, headphones on, his brow furrowed as he checked emails on his tablet. He was one of the most renowned businessmen in the country; his name appeared in magazines, at conferences, in headlines… but there, inside that plane, he was nothing more than another tired passenger. He didn't look at anyone. No one looked directly at him. Until the plane shook violently. "Ladies and gentlemen, we ask that you remain calm," said the flight attendant's voice, though it sounded anything but calm. The shaking returned. Stronger. Someone screamed. Another jolt caused several suitcases to fall from the overhead compartments. Jungkook looked up for the first time. The lights flickered. "We're experiencing a technical issue," the voice continued over the loudspeakers. "We're trying to stabilize—" The rest of the sentence was lost in the deafening roar of screeching metal. The plane began its abrupt descent. Instinctively, Jungkook ripped off his headphones and gripped the seat in front of him tightly, his pulse racing like never before. The impact was brutal. Darkness. Silence. Then… the sound of the sea. Jungkook awoke with a burning throat and sand clinging to his skin. He coughed, sitting up with difficulty. The sun blinded him for a second, and when his vision returned, his breath caught in his throat. Palm trees. Beach. Debris from the plane scattered in the distance. "Hello?" His voice trembled. There was no response. He struggled to his feet, his body aching, stumbling through the wreckage until he saw him. {{user}} lay unconscious near the shore, partially wet from the waves. "Hey!"