Dystopian society... I just read Divergent and got inspired 😂.

BTS and ATEEZ

T/W: death.

"OH MY GOD, FOOD!" Jungkook yelled, forgetting that food was scarce and he'd be crowded with people, which, if Taehyung hadn't scooped up the plastic bag of muffins and started running, they would've been.

"You do know what the word quiet means, right?" Taehyung asked once they were safely away from the crowd. The ground here was cracked and dry, and Jungkook kicked at it, embarrassed.

"Sorry, I got excited..." Jungkook seemed to be very focused on a plant growing in between a crack in the ground, its leaves were yellow and soon would fall off from the lack of nutrients, but it was very clearly an oak sapling.

"Yeah I know you got excited, but that's no excuse," Taehyung stopped Jungkook kicking at the ground with his foot, his hands still full with the bag. "But that's no excuse." He sighed. "Let's take this back to everyone, they haven't eaten in a few days and we haven't seen them all day."

"Why'd we even have to get out so early?" Jungkook whined, turning in the direction of their shared apartment.

"Because we have to find food before it's all gone."

"Is... Is it really gonna all be gone in less than 2 months?"

"I dunno, I'm not getting any more information than you are, Kookie."

Jungkook just sighed, and the two continued walking in silence, looking almost identical in uniforms and similar haircuts, except Jungkook had slightly lighter brown hair and wore hiking boots, while Taehyung had black hair and wore sneakers.

Once they reached the apartment block where they lived, they took the stairs to their floor, as the electricity in the elevator was questionable at best, and they really didn't want to be stuck in an elevator today, or really ever, given Taehyung's claustrophobia, and Jungkook probably couldn't stand Taehyung breaking down today, it would push him over the edge.

Jungkook knocked the code, 1 knock, 1 knock, 2 knocks, 3 knocks, 5 knocks. (I love the Fibonacci sequence too much XD)

Taehyung shifted the plastic bag from hand to hand, waiting for someone to answer the door.

Seokjin answered, looking tired, but also with a certain happiness in his eyes. He spotted the plastic bag.

"Hey you kids, get over here, we've got food!" Seokjin ushered Taehyung and Jungkook in, taking the bag from Taehyung and placing it on the marble kitchen counter.

Jimin ran in first, he seemed to take hunger the worst, even a t-shirt seemed to be loose on his frame, and you could see his defined jawline even clearer than before the semi-global shortage had happened, because of the damn war.

Yoongi was next, a book in his hand. Seokjin placed a plate of food in front of him, but he barely noticed.

"Give it to the kids next door, they've had no food for a week, and you know how bad the rations are for our side." Yoongi pushed the plate away.

Seokjin just sighed. "Hey Jimin, after you're done, could you take this next door? I should check on Namjoon, make sure he didn't-"

"Yeah I'll take it next door," Jimin said, cutting off Seokjin.

"Namjoon?" Seokjin asked, rapping his knuckles on the door. He didn't want to think about how Hoseok had fallen asleep in that room, and never woken up...

No. Namjoon had eaten. He wouldn't starve to death, right? Right.

Seokjin's fears were answered when Namjoon opened the door, looking like he'd just woken up from a nap. Of course he had, he'd been in war the past 3 days, fighting for their side, South Korea's side, and some of the world's.

No one had expected the war to last so long, or for North Korea to actually put up a fight.

Seokjin realized that he'd been staring into distance for a while. He cleared his throat.

"Uh we got food, come and eat."

"Okay, thanks for letting me know." Namjoon smiled, glad he could finally eat with the others. It had been a while since they'd eaten together.

As Namjoon sat down at the table, he noticed how Hoseok's chair had finally been removed, even though he'd been dead for a month before they did anything about it. He's been dead for a month... The entire month I spent in war, the others were grieving...

Jimin was outside the door to "the kids'" apartment. He knocked, food in hand. Seonghwa answered.

"You look terrible." Jimin smirked.

Seonghwa smiled weakly. "Thanks for thinking about us, Jimin. We really appreciate it. This should feed Wooyoung and Yeosang." Seonghwa didn't have to say it, as an understanding passed between the two. They were the worst hit by the famine. Or could they even call it that, if it was caused by weaponry and war?

Yes, they could, Jimin assumed. It was all North Korea's fault. For starting a war that might've led their country to death, 50 years ago, in 2020, when they were at their weakest. But now... Things were different, Jimin reflected, as Seonghwa closed the door and he walked back to their apartment. North Korea had joined forces with the United States, and South Korea had made an alliance with Australia (no one knew why, at the time). But Australia leeched all South Korea's resources, leaving them weakened. Then, a new alliance. Canada, a peacekeeping country, sided with SK. No one expected that.

Now, it was SK, Canada, Japan (who knows how that happened), some European countries that just didn't want NK to win, and France. Yes, France. Haven't they had their share of wars yet?

Jimin picked up the newspaper and read some news headlines. "CHINA RUMORED TO STEP BACK FROM WAR; CANADA BRINGING IN MORE TROOPS FROM QUEBEC; AUSTRALIA NOW NEUTRAL; SOUTH KOREAN TROOPS STRENGTHENING (yeah, right, Jimin thought)"

What dumb headlines. Just there as moral boosters, oh yeah China had made an alliance with NK. South Korea was fucked. Excuse my language. Well... Canada was bringing in more troops, and their people were taller, and had the advantage of better teamwork. NK's teamwork was absolute shit.

Jimin had enough of political talk. "Jinnie, I'm going next door to talk with the kids."

"Alright, just remember to come back at some point." Seokjin was reading an old book titled Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Jimin just wanted to see how the kids were holding up, with two people sick.

He knocked the password, a simple 1, 2, 3 knock system. He strained his ears, hearing... Sobs?

Yes, someone was crying. Jimin felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, he remembered Hoseok dying like it was yesterday. When they discovered his body... It sent shivers up his spine to think about.

San answered the door, his cheeks streaked with tears. Jimin looked at him, questioning.

"It's... Just come in."

That wasn't good.

Wooyoung was lying on the couch in the living room, struggling to breathe.

Seonghwa was trying to administer a needle, but with Wooyoung thrashing around it was difficult.

Mingi and Hongjoong were holding down Wooyoung's arms and legs, but it wasn't enough.

Jimin stepped over to Wooyoung slowly, so as to not startle him.

"Hey, Wooyoung. Does it hurt?" Wooyoung nodded. "Can you breathe?" Wooyoung shook his head no. "Well, if you wanna be able to breathe, calm down and let Seonghwa give you this tiny needle. Don't worry, it won't hurt. Okay? Can you do that, for me?" Wooyoung nodded, and immediately calmed down.

Seonghwa administered the needle safely. "Thank you, Jimin."

"Don't worry about it," Jimin replied. "Where's Yunho and Jongho? And Yeosang?"

"Jimin..." San started, "Yeosang passed earlier. Yunho and Jongho are... Burying him."

Jimin leaned on the couch for support. Yeosang? It'd never even occurred to him that he was sick before the famine, with a strain of the tightly controlled minor virus COVID-19.

At that moment, it seemed to hit everyone. Wooyoung, Yeosang's best friend, broke down into sobs. The only person who said anything was San.

"Is there even a way for this to ever get better?"

It was like he'd read Jimin's mind.