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bluelavendre · 2 hours ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 15: "Whispers of the Past and the Unseen Threat"

The world is silent tonight, save for the occasional crack of a twig or the rustle of the wind sweeping through the trees. You sit alone by the edge of the camp, your gaze distant, lost in the memories of a time before the world had turned into a nightmare. The fire flickers behind you, casting long shadows, but you don’t feel its warmth. All you can think of is the life you used to know, the faces of your family, your friends, the things you took for granted before everything changed.

Your mind drifts back to simpler days, to moments when the biggest worry was getting through the school day, or wondering if you'd make it to the next big event. You remember the quiet mornings, the laughter of friends, the smell of fresh food cooking, and the feeling of a world that felt stable—safe.

How long has it been since you’ve felt safe?

The air feels heavier tonight, thick with a mix of tension and uncertainty. The group has been trying to stay hopeful, clinging to the idea of finding a safe zone, a place where you can finally escape the madness. But deep down, you know there’s no real certainty left. This world—this new world—doesn’t have room for hope anymore. Only survival.

As you sit, lost in your thoughts, you sense movement in your peripheral vision. The others are watching you—Jin, Jimin, Namjoon, and even Yoongi, though he’s standing a bit farther away, as usual, keeping a protective distance. They watch you with an intensity that you’ve become familiar with over the last few days. There’s something in their eyes—something that makes your chest tighten. You’ve seen it before, but now it feels different. The way they look at you, as if you’re the last piece of something they’re trying to hold onto.

You can’t help but feel self-conscious, though they never say anything. Their attention makes you uneasy. The weight of it presses down on your shoulders. Their kindness, their concern—it's all starting to blur together, making it harder to tell where their genuine care ends and where something more... complicated begins.

You glance at Yoongi. He’s always watching from the shadows, but tonight his gaze is more direct, though he says nothing. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a subtle warmth in his eyes, something that makes your heart skip a beat. Then there’s Jimin, who’s standing with his arms crossed, looking at you with a quiet smile, as if trying to reassure you without words.

They don’t speak, but their presence speaks volumes. You wish you could say something to them, to explain how overwhelming it all is, but the words never seem to come. Instead, you look away, focusing on the dark expanse before you, trying to quiet the thoughts racing through your mind.

And then there’s Taehyung.

Taehyung is nowhere to be seen.

You glance over at the fire. He’s sitting with Hana, talking in hushed tones, their heads close together. You feel a pang in your chest—a sharp, sudden feeling you can’t quite place. It’s not jealousy. Not exactly. But it hurts, nonetheless. Taehyung and Hana have grown closer these past few days, and even though you try not to let it bother you, it does. Watching them, you can’t help but feel... left behind.

You lower your gaze, not wanting to make a scene, not wanting to show the others how much it affects you. But it’s hard to ignore. The tension in the group is palpable, and you’re caught somewhere in the middle of it all.

The quiet moment between you and the group is shattered by an unexpected sound. A soft, muffled scream.

It comes from the direction of where Taehyung and Hana are sitting.

You freeze. The sound is enough to send chills down your spine. Instantly, your body reacts, adrenaline surging through your veins. You turn around, eyes wide, searching for the source of the noise.

Taehyung is standing now, his face frozen in disbelief. Hana... Hana is on the ground. Her body twitching violently, her eyes wide open but unseeing, her mouth twisted in a grotesque snarl. The others jump to their feet at the same time, their movements frantic, but no one can move fast enough.

“W-what the hell?” Jin breathes out, his voice a mix of confusion and horror. His eyes shift toward Taehyung, whose face has gone pale, his hands shaking as he stares at Hana.

No one moves. It’s as if the world has stopped, as if no one can quite process what’s happening before them. The fire crackles, casting an eerie glow over Hana’s contorting form.

Taehyung is frozen in place, his mouth open, but no words come out. He watches as Hana begins to convulse violently, the unmistakable signs of infection taking over her body. Her skin begins to turn a sickly gray, her teeth bared in a wild, primal way. The unmistakable transformation is happening before everyone’s eyes.

And then, with a final, guttural scream, Hana lunges forward, her teeth snapping at Taehyung.

“NO!” Taehyung shouts, stumbling backward in a panic, but it’s too late. Hana, now fully turned, grabs hold of his arm, sinking her teeth into his flesh.

The others spring into action immediately, but you’re still paralyzed, rooted to the spot. You’re watching this unfold, and it’s hard to believe it’s real.

Taehyung’s scream is heart-wrenching, but it’s cut short as the others pull Hana away from him. She’s still struggling, still snapping her jaws, but now there’s nothing human left in her.

Yoongi is the first to react, pulling a makeshift weapon from his bag, but he’s careful. He doesn’t want to hurt Taehyung in the chaos. Jimin and Namjoon are already pushing Hana away, pinning her down to the ground as quickly as they can.

The sound of her snarling fills the air, a constant reminder of how fragile everything is. It’s too much to process all at once.

But in that moment, all you can do is watch as Taehyung stumbles back, blood dripping from his arm, his face a mixture of pain and confusion. He doesn’t seem to understand what just happened, and maybe... maybe he never will.

The group quickly moves to tend to Taehyung’s wound, and you can’t help but feel a deep sadness wash over you. Hana is gone—completely gone—and the reality of their situation hits you harder than ever before.

But it’s Taehyung who you focus on now. He’s bleeding, his arm marked by the teeth of the one person he thought he could trust. You want to say something, anything, but the words stick in your throat.

Yoongi is the one who steps forward, his hands gently taking Taehyung’s arm. There’s no panic in his movements, just a quiet determination to help.

“You’re going to be okay,” Yoongi mutters, but his voice betrays a hint of uncertainty.

The others look at you, their eyes filled with concern, but there’s nothing they can do to undo what just happened.

Taehyung’s eyes lock onto yours, a fleeting glance that speaks volumes in the silence between you. His face is pale, the shock still evident, but there’s something else in his gaze—a depth of emotion that cuts through the chaos. He’s hurt. He’s lost. And he’s questioning everything.

And in that moment, you realize that survival isn’t just about the infected—it’s about the people you’ve chosen to fight alongside. And as much as you may not want to admit it, you realize that the lines between friendship, love, and survival are becoming dangerously blurred.

To be continued...

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bluelavendre · 2 hours ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 14: "Silent Bonds and Shifting Allegiances"

The days blur together in a world now ruled by the infected. The quiet moments you share with Yoongi are becoming more frequent, more meaningful. While the others argue, strategize, or fight, you and Yoongi find a strange solace in each other's company. There's no need for words to fill the silence between you. His presence alone speaks volumes.

You find yourself seeking him out more often. When the tension between the group becomes unbearable, when the noise of the outside world threatens to overwhelm you, Yoongi’s calm steadiness is your anchor. He doesn't ask for anything, and he doesn’t push you for answers you’re not ready to give. His presence alone is enough to make you feel like you’re not entirely lost in this new, broken world.

One night, as the fire crackles softly between you, Yoongi passes you a water bottle without a word. You take it gratefully, your fingers brushing against his in the process. He doesn’t pull away, nor does he make a big deal out of it. His gaze lingers on you, but there’s no judgment, no expectations—just quiet understanding.

"You ever thought about where we’ll go after all of this?" Yoongi asks, his voice breaking the silence.

You pause, unsure how to answer. The future feels like a distant concept, one that doesn’t exist anymore in the midst of all the chaos. “I don’t even know if there’s anywhere left that’s safe,” you murmur, the thought of a place beyond this world of infection and survival weighing heavily on your heart.

Yoongi shrugs, though it’s clear the question lingers in his mind as well. "Doesn’t hurt to think about it," he replies softly, his gaze moving to the flickering fire.

You nod, but you can't help but wonder—does Yoongi ever think about the future? Or is he too wrapped up in the present, in making sure everyone survives today?

The more you’re with him, the more you sense his guarded nature. There’s something he’s not saying, something he’s holding back. But for now, you know better than to push him. The world is too broken to rush through unspoken emotions. There’s no telling if there will even be time for them in the end.

The shift between you, Hana, and Taehyung feels almost tangible now. Hana’s words, her accusations, and the suspicion hanging in the air have changed the dynamics of the group. But it’s not just you who’s feeling it—Taehyung’s behavior around Hana has begun to change as well.

You notice it in the way he watches her when she speaks, his expressions softening in a way they haven’t with anyone else. There’s a quiet tension between them now—one that wasn’t there before. You can’t ignore it, even though you wish you could. The fact that Hana and Taehyung seem to be finding solace in each other while you’re left with the weight of the group’s suspicion is a bitter pill to swallow.

They spend more time together, huddling by the fire, speaking in hushed tones that only the two of them understand. It’s like a secret they’ve formed, one that you’re not part of. You feel the distance growing between you and Taehyung, but you’re not sure if it’s because of Hana’s accusations or something more.

You try to ignore the ache in your chest, the way your heart skips whenever you catch them laughing or sharing a private joke. It feels wrong to feel this way, but it’s hard to suppress when everything around you is falling apart.

Yoongi catches the look in your eyes one evening as you watch Hana and Taehyung interact from a distance. He says nothing, but his gaze lingers on you for a long moment before he turns his attention back to the fire.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t care,” Yoongi murmurs, his voice quiet but perceptive. “It’s... okay to feel.”

You blink at him, caught off guard by his words. “What do you mean?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer right away, instead choosing to focus on the flames flickering in front of him. He seems to be thinking carefully, weighing his words. "You’re not invisible, you know. Just because they don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not real."

You swallow, unsure how to respond to that. Yoongi’s ability to read you in silence, to understand your pain without needing to pry, is both comforting and unsettling.

“Thanks,” you whisper, though the words don’t feel like enough.

Yoongi only nods, his gaze soft but unreadable. “Anytime.”

As the days pass and the group fights to stay alive, the idea of a permanent safe place becomes more pressing. The reality of staying in the same place, always on edge, with no real protection from the outside world, is unsustainable. And so, the discussions begin.

The group gathers around one evening, the weight of their situation hanging in the air. The moonlight casts long shadows across their faces, their exhaustion evident but overshadowed by the urgency of the conversation.

“We need to find somewhere safe,” Jin says, his voice firm, though his usual calm demeanor is strained. “We can’t keep moving aimlessly.”

Jimin agrees, his face tense. "I’ve heard rumors about a safe zone—somewhere up north. A place where the virus hasn’t spread as much. If we get there, maybe we can—"

“We don’t know for sure if it’s safe,” Taehyung interrupts, his voice sharp, his eyes narrowing as he glances at Jimin.

Hana, standing beside him, nods. “We have to be careful. We can’t trust rumors. There could be worse things out there than the infected.”

You listen to the debate quietly, your mind racing. On one hand, the thought of finding a safe place sounds almost impossible. But on the other, it’s the only hope left. There’s no future without survival.

“We’ll need to move fast,” Yoongi interjects, his voice calm but commanding. “We can’t waste time arguing. If we don’t act now, we risk being trapped here with no way out.”

The others fall silent for a moment, each of them processing Yoongi’s words. You feel a shift in the group, a new sense of unity in the face of the unknown. Despite everything that’s happened—the tension, the arguments, the doubt—there’s something undeniable about the shared need for survival.

“You’re right,” Jimin says, nodding as he looks around at the others. “We leave at first light. Everyone get some rest. We need to be ready.”

As the group disperses, each person retreating into their thoughts, you find yourself standing at the edge of the camp. Your eyes drift to Yoongi, who’s already taking his position, keeping watch over the group. You don’t need to say anything—he just knows. He always does.

As the night grows darker, Yoongi finds his way to where you’re sitting, watching the fire burn low. You’ve become accustomed to the silence between you, but tonight it feels different. There’s a weight to it, an unspoken understanding that feels both comforting and daunting.

“You know,” Yoongi says softly, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You turn to look at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.

“I know,” you reply quietly, offering him a small, tired smile.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel like maybe, just maybe, there’s still hope. Not for the world, not for the future, but for the people you’ve chosen to fight alongside. And maybe, in the end, that’s enough.

To be continued...

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bluelavendre · 2 days ago

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Title: "Gummy Smile and Forever After"

!DISCLAIMER!

Shortfic😔

Cute suga

Don't get me wrong I love this man!!

I wrote this years ago btw💜💜

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Suga (Min Yoongi) x reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

It was late at night in BTS’s dorm, and the members were scattered around the living room. Jungkook was engrossed in a video game, Jin was flipping through a recipe book, and Taehyung was scrolling through his phone. But Yoongi? Yoongi sat in the corner of the couch, his laptop perched on his knees. His headphones were plugged in, and a faint smile tugged at his lips as he watched a performance for what had to be the fiftieth time.

The screen glowed with the sight of you—Y/N, the internationally acclaimed idol whose every move on stage sent waves through the industry. Tonight’s video was of your recent comeback stage, a performance filled with power and grace. Yoongi couldn’t help but admire the way you commanded the crowd, how every note you sang seemed to come straight from your soul.

“Hyung, seriously?” Jungkook said, craning his neck to peek at the screen. “That’s the fourth time this week.”

Yoongi hastily slammed his laptop shut, the tips of his ears turning red. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act coy,” Jin chimed in, abandoning his book to join the fun. “You’ve been obsessing over her ever since her debut. Just admit you’re her biggest fan.”

The others joined in, laughing and poking fun at Yoongi. Even Namjoon, who usually kept to himself, smirked. “Hyung, maybe you should just shoot your shot. You’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

Yoongi scoffed, waving them off, but the blush on his cheeks deepened.

Months later, BTS attended the Grammy Awards, where they were up for multiple nominations. The group was in high spirits as they walked the red carpet and faced a flurry of interviews. One interviewer leaned in with a mischievous grin.

“So, Yoongi-ssi,” she began, “the fans have noticed you’ve been watching a certain someone’s videos a lot lately. Care to share who your current favorite artist is?”

The members exchanged glances, grinning like hyenas. Taehyung nudged Yoongi with his elbow, and Jungkook let out an exaggerated cough.

“Uh…” Yoongi hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I think Y/N is incredibly talented. She works really hard, and it shows in everything she does.”

The interviewer’s eyes lit up. “Oh, really? Any chance we’ll see a collaboration in the future?”

Yoongi chuckled nervously. “Maybe. If she’s interested.”

Backstage, the teasing began immediately. “You practically confessed on live television!” Jimin exclaimed, clutching his sides.

“I didn’t confess,” Yoongi grumbled, though the small smile on his face said otherwise.

The first time you met was during a music show. BTS and your group had been scheduled to perform, and the backstage area buzzed with activity. Yoongi was usually the calmest member in any situation, but when you walked into the green room, he froze.

“Hyung, don’t just sit there,” Jungkook whispered, nudging him forward.

You approached with a warm smile, bowing politely. “Annyeonghaseyo, Min Yoongi-ssi. It’s an honor to meet you. I’m a big fan of your work.”

Yoongi stood up, bowing deeply. “Annyeonghaseyo, Y/N-ssi. The honor’s mine. I really admire what you do.”

The other members watched from the sidelines, trying not to burst out laughing at how uncharacteristically shy Yoongi was being.

“You should’ve seen his face when he saw your performance,” Jin added cheekily. “He couldn’t stop smiling.”

“Hyung!” Yoongi hissed, glaring at Jin, but you only laughed, your eyes sparkling.

During an award show later that year, you performed your latest hit, and Yoongi was in the audience. As always, his gaze was glued to the stage, his gummy smile making a rare and endearing appearance. The camera panned to him at just the right moment, and fans went wild when the clip surfaced online.

The MC couldn’t resist bringing it up later. “Yoongi-ssi, you seemed to enjoy Y/N’s performance. Care to share your thoughts?”

Yoongi’s face turned red as the audience roared with laughter. “She’s… very talented,” he managed, his voice barely audible over the teasing remarks from his members.

Years passed, and BTS continued to dominate the global music scene. But amidst their packed schedules, Yoongi and Y/N’s paths crossed more and more frequently. What started as admiration blossomed into friendship, and eventually, something more.

The world erupted in excitement when news broke that the two of you were dating. Fans were overjoyed, and your relationship quickly became one of the most talked-about topics in the industry. But despite the attention, you and Yoongi kept things private, cherishing the moments you could spend together away from the cameras.

One quiet evening, years after your relationship began, Yoongi made an announcement during a live broadcast. The BTS members sat around him, their expressions a mix of excitement and pride.

“I think it’s time we share some personal news,” Yoongi said, his voice steady but soft. “I’m married. And yes, it’s Y/N.”

The chat exploded with messages of congratulations as Yoongi held up a photo of the two of you on your wedding day. “We’ve been married for a while now, actually. And we also have a family.”

Jungkook leaned into the frame, grinning. “And he’s the best dad ever.”

Yoongi smiled, his gummy grin as radiant as ever. “I still can’t believe I get to spend my life with her. She’s everything I ever dreamed of and more.”

As the live broadcast ended, fans around the world celebrated the love story they’d all watched unfold. And for Yoongi, every day with you was another reason to smile—the kind of smile that only you could bring out.

The End

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bluelavendre · 2 days ago

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Title: "Strength in the Ranks"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: RM (Kim Namjoon) x reader

Genre: Military Romance to Angst..

During his military enlistment, Kim Namjoon found himself facing challenges he hadn’t prepared for. The early days were tough—the drills, the exhaustion, the feeling of being constantly on edge. But there was one thing that caught him off guard more than anything: her.

Her name was [Y/N], and she was part of a female platoon, standing tall and commanding with a presence that seemed to overshadow everyone around her. Namjoon noticed her immediately, not just because of her position, but because of the way she moved, the way she commanded attention without ever needing to raise her voice. She was a leader, every inch of her disciplined and focused, but there was something about her that made Namjoon uneasy. It wasn’t her skill or experience—it was her strength, her confidence, and the way she held herself with such authority. It intimidated him in a way he hadn’t expected.

The first time they interacted, Namjoon had been struggling during a particularly grueling morning drill. His body was already aching, his muscles burning, and his mind was screaming for him to stop. He was clearly not keeping up, and she had noticed. Without hesitation, she called him out, her voice sharp and unyielding.

“Namjoon! Why are you lagging behind?” she asked, stepping up beside him.

“I’m... I’m just trying to adjust, ma’am,” he replied, out of breath and feeling small under her gaze.

Her eyes scanned him carefully before she nodded. “You’re not here to try. You’re here to do. You’ll push through it, or you’ll be left behind.”

It was a simple command, but the weight of it settled on his chest. She wasn’t just training recruits—she was shaping them, molding them into something more. Something stronger.

The next day, she was there again, her voice always cutting through the noise of the training field, directing her platoon with ease. Namjoon couldn’t help but watch her, his admiration growing with every interaction. But it wasn’t just her leadership that captivated him—it was the way she carried herself, like she had a deep, unshakable understanding of what it meant to be strong. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. She was relentless, pushing herself and those around her to their limits.

One afternoon, after a particularly brutal set of drills, she came to him, offering a hand to help him up as he lay on the ground, gasping for air. “You’re not done yet,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. “We have one more set.”

Namjoon blinked, exhaustion clouding his vision, but something in her gaze made him push through. He wasn’t sure what it was—her confidence, the way she believed in him when he didn’t believe in himself—but something stirred in him, and he pushed himself to his feet. She didn’t need to say anything else; her presence alone was enough to inspire him.

As the days went by, Namjoon felt himself changing. His body grew stronger, but it was his mind that was shifting the most. He began to see the world through a different lens—one where determination and resilience were just as important as skill. And he owed a lot of that to her.

One evening, after the day’s drills had ended, they found themselves standing alone on the training grounds, the stars just beginning to appear above them. Namjoon had been quiet all night, his thoughts swirling around everything he had learned so far, and about the woman who had helped him get to this point.

“You’ve come a long way, Namjoon,” she said, her voice softening for the first time since they had met. Her usual tough exterior was still there, but there was a small crack in it now.

He looked at her, feeling a strange warmth spreading through him. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he admitted, his words coming out more sincere than he had intended.

She gave him a small smile, her eyes softening just a fraction. “I didn’t do it for you. You did it for yourself. You just needed to see it.”

The air between them felt different now, charged with something unspoken. Namjoon had never thought he could admire someone so much, but there was something about her—her strength, her confidence, her ability to lead—that had drawn him in. It wasn’t just the way she commanded respect; it was the way she made him believe in his own potential.

For the first time, he wasn’t intimidated by her. Instead, he felt a deep respect, one that went beyond admiration. She had become more than just a mentor to him—she had become someone he looked up to, someone who made him want to be better, not just in the military, but in life.

As the silence stretched between them, Namjoon felt something shift. Maybe it was the shared experience of struggle, of pushing each other to be better. Or maybe it was just the simple fact that they had spent so much time together, testing each other’s limits. But whatever it was, he knew that she had become an important part of his life.

And as he looked at her, standing tall and unyielding, he realized that this—this connection between them—wasn’t something he could ignore. There was something there, something he couldn’t quite name, but it was undeniable.

“You’re stronger than you think,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Namjoon nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. “I think I’m starting to believe that,” he murmured.

She gave him a look that was both challenging and encouraging, her eyes locking with his for a moment that felt like eternity. And in that moment, he knew—he wasn’t just growing stronger as a soldier. He was growing stronger because of her.

Strength in the Ranks (Post-Enlistment)

The day had finally come. Namjoon had completed his military enlistment. The long months of rigorous training, sweat, and exhaustion had come to an end, and he was officially a civilian again. He stood at the gates of the military base, watching as the other recruits began to make their way home. There was a sense of relief in the air, but also a deep, lingering sadness that Namjoon couldn't shake.

He had made it. He had survived. But it was more than that—he had grown. He had learned what true strength was, and he owed so much of that to her. The woman who had been there every step of the way, pushing him when he couldn’t push himself, guiding him when he was lost. And now, as he stood there, watching the gates open before him, he realized something he hadn’t expected: he didn’t want to leave her behind.

The thought of never seeing her again was enough to make his chest ache. It wasn’t just the mentorship or the training—though that had been important. It was something deeper. His feelings for her had grown over the course of those months, though he had kept them hidden beneath a facade of respect and camaraderie. But now that he was leaving, he couldn’t ignore the truth anymore.

He missed her already.

For the next few weeks, Namjoon adjusted to his life as a civilian again, but the sense of emptiness never fully left him. He would go out with his friends, try to keep busy, but his thoughts often wandered back to her. Her steady gaze, her leadership, the way her voice had always been the perfect balance of command and care. He hadn’t realized just how much he had come to rely on her presence until it was gone.

One evening, as Namjoon sat in his apartment, feeling the weight of his solitude, an idea began to form in his mind. He missed her. And though he wasn’t sure if she would even want to see him, he couldn’t shake the urge to at least try. So, he did something impulsive.

He went to the local restaurant, the one she always mentioned during training, the one she loved for its comforting dishes. He picked up a few of her favorite meals, just to bring them to her. He figured flowers were too cliché—she had never been the type to get swept up in romance or flowers. No, she would appreciate food, something practical, something she could enjoy.

Namjoon didn’t expect much. He didn’t know what he was hoping for—maybe just a smile, a moment to say thank you. But most of all, he just wanted to see her again.

When he arrived at the military base, he hesitated at the gates. The familiar surroundings, the old barracks, the drills—everything felt so far behind him now. Yet, here he was, standing with a bag of food in his hands like some kind of silly admirer.

He finally walked to the familiar barracks where she had stayed, the ones with the quiet hallway and the faint smell of training gear lingering in the air. He knocked softly on her door.

It took a moment, but the door creaked open. When she saw him, there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but quickly replaced by a warm smile. "Namjoon?" she asked, her voice friendly but curious. "What are you doing here?"

He held up the bag of food, smiling sheepishly. "I, uh... I thought you might like something to eat. It’s your favorite from the restaurant down the road. I didn’t know what to bring you, so... I figured this would work."

Her eyes softened, and she stepped back, gesturing for him to come in. “That’s very sweet of you,” she said, her tone warm and genuine. “I didn’t expect a visit from you, but I’m glad you came.”

As they sat down together, sharing the food, Namjoon couldn’t help but notice the way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about the old days at the base. It was so easy to be around her, like nothing had changed.

But deep down, his heart was growing heavier. There was something he hadn’t expected in this simple reunion: the realization that his feelings for her had grown stronger over time. They were no longer just admiration or respect. They were deeper—more personal.

But what he didn’t know was that she still saw him as nothing more than a friend.

A few days later, Namjoon found himself back at the military base, walking through the familiar halls, still reflecting on his visit with her. He didn’t know what he was expecting to find, but he felt this lingering desire to see her again, to hear her voice and laugh.

As he passed a corner, he overheard voices from a nearby room. One of them was hers. He paused, his hand on the doorframe, unsure if he should continue listening. But something in him made him stay, drawn to the conversation unfolding behind the door.

“She said yes,” the voice on the other side of the door said. It was a male voice, deep and familiar. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. “We’re getting married. I can’t wait to start our life together.”

Namjoon’s breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak.

But then her voice followed, calm and steady. “I’m glad. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

The words were like a punch to his gut, the air in his lungs completely disappearing. She was engaged. She was already planning a future with someone else.

It wasn’t just a blow to his heart—it was a revelation he hadn’t prepared for. For all the moments they had shared, for all the time he had spent thinking about her, there was someone else in her life. Someone she had chosen. Someone who would get to stand by her side, someone who would be there in a way he never could.

Namjoon turned slowly, his heart heavy with the weight of what he had just overheard. It wasn’t anger or jealousy, but a deep sadness. He had known, on some level, that this might happen. But hearing it out loud felt like a final blow.

He walked away quietly, the bag of food he had brought now feeling useless in his hands. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to face her the same way again. His feelings had been laid bare in that moment, and now, he had to let them go.

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**Title: "Bound by Obsession"**

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Dark, Romance, Psychological

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, dark themes

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You had always thought Jungkook was the perfect blend of warmth and mystery. He was sweet, almost too perfect, with a smile that could melt anyone's heart. But that was before you realized how far his affection for you truly went.

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It started innocently enough. A shared glance across the room during a BTS interview, a brief interaction in the hallways of the agency. At first, you thought nothing of it. Jungkook was kind to everyone. You weren't special.

But then, the subtle signs began to show.

He started lingering near you, his eyes always watching from afar. Whenever your eyes met, there was this intense, almost unholy focus in his gaze. His smile was different, more intense than you had ever seen, as if it held a secret he was dying to share with you… but never would. The way he would appear "coincidentally" at the same places you were, making it seem like fate or mere coincidence.

And then, one day, he spoke.

"You're always so... alone."

You blinked in surprise, not knowing how to respond. You hadn’t realized he had been watching you so closely. You smiled awkwardly, brushing it off.

“I… I guess I am. I like to have some time to myself.”

He nodded, but there was something strange in his eyes—something possessive, almost hungry.

“I think you’d be happier if you didn’t have to be alone all the time,” Jungkook said softly. “I could... keep you company, if you wanted. I don’t mind. I’m always around.”

There was an intensity in his voice that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

But you brushed it off. He was Jungkook, after all. He was kind, he was sweet. You convinced yourself you were imagining things, that he was just being a good friend.

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Days turned into weeks, and his behavior grew more erratic.

Jungkook would appear at your favorite coffee shop, as if by chance. He would show up at the gym you frequented, always with that quiet, knowing smile that made your heart race. He’d send you messages that seemed innocent enough, at first.

*"Hey, what are you doing tonight?"*

*"I saw you looking at that new book. I got you a copy."*

*"I’m on my way to pick you up. Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon."*

You didn’t remember inviting him anywhere. You didn’t ask for any of it.

At first, you thought it was sweet—maybe even flattering. But when he started showing up at your door without warning, you began to feel a sense of dread creeping up your spine.

One evening, you were watching TV alone in your apartment when you heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was a delivery, you opened it without hesitation.

There, standing in the hallway, was Jungkook. His usual smile was gone, replaced with something darker, more intense.

“I was worried about you,” he said softly, stepping inside without waiting for permission. “You’ve been so distant lately.”

You took a step back, trying to process what was happening. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” His voice was soothing, almost too soothing. “I don’t like seeing you upset. You’re mine to protect, you know?”

You froze. The words seemed innocent, but there was a dark undertone that sent shivers down your spine. The way he said “mine” made your chest tighten. It wasn’t the possessiveness of a lover, but the claim of someone who felt entitled to you.

“I—I’m fine, Jungkook. Really. You should go.”

But he didn’t move. Instead, his gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. “I don’t want to go. Not when I’m the only one who truly cares about you. You don’t need anyone else.”

“Jungkook, this isn’t healthy,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

His eyes flashed. “I don’t need anyone else either. Just you.”

Before you could react, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with alarming strength. “You belong to me. I can’t let anyone else take you away.”

A panic blossomed in your chest, but before you could do anything, he pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly as though trying to make you understand something you were too scared to comprehend.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll protect you from everyone. I’m the only one who knows you. I’m the only one who truly understands.”

You trembled in his grip, the realization hitting you like a wave. The Jungkook you thought you knew wasn’t the person standing before you. This Jungkook was someone else—a man whose love had twisted into something dark and consuming. His affection wasn’t love. It was obsession.

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The days that followed were filled with confusion and fear. You tried to distance yourself from him, but it was impossible. He always found a way to insert himself into your life, always watching from the shadows, always waiting for the perfect moment to “rescue” you.

He would show up at your work, pretend to be a concerned friend, and “accidentally” overhear your conversations. When you tried to tell others, they just looked at you like you were crazy. “It’s Jungkook,” they’d say. “He’s harmless.”

But you knew the truth. You could see it in his eyes—the desperation, the mania. And no one else seemed to understand.

He began to leave little gifts in your apartment—things you hadn’t asked for. A lock of your hair, a t-shirt you’d forgotten at his place. Things that made your blood run cold. It was like he was trying to leave traces of himself everywhere, marking you as his, so no one else would dare to take you from him.

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One night, you woke up to find him sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep. His dark eyes gleamed in the dim light of your room.

“I told you,” he whispered, “you don’t have to be alone. I’ll never leave you.”

And you realized, with a sickening jolt in your stomach, that you weren’t sure if you could ever escape him.

Jungkook wasn’t just a man in love. He was a man who had become addicted to the idea of you—and there was no way out.

No way but to give in.

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bluelavendre · 2 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 13: "A Silent Guardian"

The days are long. Every minute spent running, hiding, and fighting takes its toll on you, but the weight of it all feels heavier now. After Hana’s accusation and the uncertainty that has followed, the group has become fractured—suspicious glances are exchanged in silence, and every word spoken feels like it could be the last thread holding the group together. Taehyung hasn’t spoken to you since that moment in the streets, and even when he does glance your way, there’s a coldness that wasn’t there before.

The others are preoccupied with their own fears, the threat of the infected always looming just beyond the corner. But in all of the chaos, Yoongi stands out as the one person who hasn’t pulled away from you, the one person who still treats you as if you matter.

While everyone else focuses on survival and the shifting dynamics between you and Hana, Yoongi’s quiet presence is a constant. His sharp eyes scan the area, always alert, but whenever you’re close, you notice his gaze softening ever so slightly, as though he’s making sure you’re okay.

It’s a rarity in a world where emotions are a luxury no one can afford. But for Yoongi, it’s always been this way—guarded, distant, but underneath it all, there’s something you can’t quite put your finger on. Something different.

You remember the first time Yoongi showed you that side of him—before the world fell apart. Back when things were simpler, before the virus turned everything upside down.

It was a late afternoon at school, and you were sitting alone in the library, trying to focus on your homework. Yoongi had always been the quiet, brooding type—he never seemed to care much about anything or anyone, preferring to keep to himself. He was known for his sarcasm, his sharp tongue, and his cool, aloof demeanor.

You didn’t know why, but you always found yourself sitting near him, drawn to his presence. You had never expected him to be anything more than a passing acquaintance. But then, one fateful day, something shifted.

You were reading through a textbook when you felt the unmistakable tightness in your chest—a sharp pain, unexpected and sudden. It hit you like a wave, and before you could stand up, your vision blurred, and the room seemed to tilt. You tried to steady yourself, but your body refused to cooperate. It was too much.

In a panic, you tried to rise from your seat, but your legs buckled beneath you, sending you crashing to the floor. The pain intensified, and your breath came in short, uneven gasps. You closed your eyes, trying to steady yourself, but everything around you felt like it was spinning out of control.

And then, out of nowhere, a pair of hands reached down, pulling you into a sitting position. It was Yoongi—his face was tense, his eyes hard with concern that he tried to hide behind his usual coldness.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low, but there was an edge to it, a hint of worry that surprised you.

You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath. “I… I don’t know… It’s like everything’s spinning.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything more. Instead, he moved without hesitation, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and lifting you with ease. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t try to comfort you with words—he just acted, his quiet presence a steady anchor in the storm that was threatening to consume you.

He helped you to the nearest bench, sitting beside you and waiting in silence. Even when you looked up at him, his face was unreadable, but there was something different in the way he was looking at you—something tender that you hadn’t noticed before.

“I’ve got your back,” he had said simply, his voice low, but there was an underlying sincerity in it that spoke volumes. “Don’t make it more complicated than it is.”

The memory lingers in your mind as you sit near Yoongi in the present. The world around you is in chaos—infected roaming the streets, and the uncertainty between you and the group only grows—but Yoongi has remained unwavering, a quiet protector in the shadows.

You sit on a bench near the building you’re holed up in, your eyes darting to the others as they argue in the distance. Taehyung and Hana are still at odds, the distrust between them growing with every passing hour. You can hear their voices rising, the frustration palpable, but when you glance at Yoongi, he’s focused on you.

“You good?” he asks, his voice gruff but steady, his gaze softening as he watches you.

You nod, even though the truth is far from it. “I’m... okay.”

Yoongi doesn’t press further. He simply sits beside you, his presence more comforting than anything else. The others may not trust you, they may question your every move, but Yoongi’s calm steadiness doesn’t waver.

“You don’t have to keep pretending,” Yoongi says after a long pause. “I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t belong anywhere.”

You turn to face him, his words hitting you harder than you expect. There’s a rawness to them, an honesty that cuts through the layers of distrust.

“It’s not about fitting in,” you reply softly, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s about surviving. And I’m not sure how much longer I can do this... alone.”

Yoongi’s gaze softens, and for the briefest of moments, you see the flicker of something in his eyes—a quiet understanding, a bond that transcends words. His hand reaches out, brushing against yours in a gesture so subtle that no one else notices, but it means everything in that moment.

“You’re not alone,” he says simply, his voice steady but the weight of his words unmistakable.

The others may be questioning you. They may see you as a potential threat. But Yoongi... Yoongi has always been there, even when no one else was.

The day slips into evening, and the group huddles around a small fire, everyone trying to keep warm and focused on the task at hand. The night is coming, and with it, more dangers. But Yoongi stays by your side, quietly watching over you as the others argue over plans for the next move.

It’s a strange kind of peace, this silent understanding. You don’t need words to know that Yoongi cares, even if he doesn’t show it the way others do. He’s never been one for grand gestures, but in the quiet moments like this, you realize that his presence speaks louder than anything else.

And as the group debates their next steps, you find yourself drawn to him once more, the bond between you two quietly growing stronger.

It’s not the world you imagined—far from it. But maybe, in this broken, twisted reality, the connection between you and Yoongi is one of the only things that feels real anymore.

To be continued...

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bluelavendre · 2 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 12: "The Truth Unraveled"

The streets are chaotic. Infected swarm in all directions, their relentless pursuit of anything human blurring the line between life and death. You’re on edge, adrenaline pumping through your veins, your hands shaking as you grip your weapon. The tension from earlier—between you and Hana, between you and Taehyung—is pushed to the back of your mind, replaced by the fight to survive.

Hana is next to you, but the silence between you two is heavier than ever. There’s still a sense of unfinished business lingering in the air, but you can’t afford to dwell on it. The infected grow in numbers as you push forward, battling your way through the streets. The group moves as one, each of you expertly maneuvering through the chaos, protecting one another as best as you can.

You glance over to Taehyung, your gaze meeting his briefly. There’s a sense of connection there, but it's fleeting, clouded by the immediate danger. He’s still too caught up in the survival game to focus on anything else.

And then, it happens.

The infected come at you in a flash, faster than you expected. You swing your weapon, knocking one of them back, but you barely have time to react as another lunges toward Hana. You shout, trying to warn her, but it’s too late.

With a sickening sound, one of the infected’s teeth sinks deep into her arm. Hana screams in agony, her body jerking as the infected drags its mouth deeper into her flesh.

"No!" you shout, rushing forward, but it’s too late. The infected’s grip is unrelenting, and Hana’s screams echo in your ears as she struggles to break free.

Without thinking, you charge in, slamming the infected away and managing to cut it down. But Hana is left panting on the ground, clutching her bitten arm. Her face is pale, her breathing erratic, and the reality of what just happened sinks in.

"You’re bitten," you say, your voice trembling with disbelief.

Hana stares at you, her eyes wide, and then her expression hardens. "I know," she breathes, her voice a strained whisper. "But that’s not the point."

Before you can say anything else, she stands up shakily, her body swaying as she steadies herself. Her eyes scan the group—Jimin, Jungkook, Jin, and Taehyung are all still fighting off the infected, unaware of what’s just transpired.

She stumbles forward, her voice hoarse with pain. "Taehyung!" she yells, her voice frantic. "Taehyung, you need to listen! Y/N—"

You can’t let her finish. You grab her by the shoulder, spinning her around to face you. "Hana, stop!" you warn, your voice firm. "You’re not going to lie about this."

But Hana isn’t listening. Her eyes dart to the group, and she forces the words out between ragged breaths. "Y/N—Y/N got bitten too! She’s infected! She’s the one who’s dangerous! You need to protect yourselves!"

Your stomach drops, and your heart hammers in your chest. The words hang in the air, and for a moment, everything stops. The world around you—Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook, Jin—seems to freeze.

Taehyung is the first to react, his eyes narrowing in confusion and disbelief. "What are you talking about, Hana?" he asks, stepping forward. "Y/N hasn’t been bitten."

You open your mouth to deny it, to tell him it’s all a lie, but the words die in your throat. Hana’s accusation lingers like poison in the air, and for a brief, terrible second, you wonder if she’s right.

Your heart races, but you can feel it—the eyes of the boys, their suspicion rising. It’s like they’re all waiting for you to confirm it. They’re waiting for you to admit the truth.

The group stands frozen, every pair of eyes now locked on you. You try to speak, to clear the air, but the words are stuck. You can feel your pulse thudding in your ears, the weight of their stares suffocating. Taehyung’s face falls as he searches for any hint of truth in your eyes, but you know the damage has already been done.

"Y/N..." Taehyung says, his voice full of uncertainty. "Is it true? Did you... get bitten?"

The silence stretches between you like a chasm. Your mind races, your heart aches. Why would Hana lie like this? Is she trying to tear you apart? But the look in Taehyung’s eyes—this mixture of concern and doubt—makes your breath catch in your throat. You’re not sure if you can make them believe you anymore.

"No!" you finally choke out, shaking your head vehemently. "I’m not infected! I’m fine, I swear! You’ve seen me—"

But Hana interrupts you, her voice cutting through your explanation with venom. "You’re lying! I saw it! I saw the mark! She’s infected, Taehyung! I’m trying to protect all of you! If we don’t do something now—"

"Enough!" Taehyung’s voice booms across the street, a sudden sharpness in his tone that cuts through the chaos. His eyes shift from Hana to you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you think he’s going to say something—anything—that will clear your name.

But instead, he simply stands there, torn, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Hana. His jaw tightens, his hands clenching at his sides. “I need to think.”

That’s it. The words fall like a hammer, sealing the silence. His gaze is full of indecision, the weight of the world crashing down on him. In that moment, you feel utterly alone. The warmth you felt from him moments ago has vanished, replaced by something colder—something distant.

Jin steps forward, his voice measured but full of concern. "We can’t keep arguing. We need to focus on surviving right now. If Y/N is lying—" He pauses, glancing at you briefly, then at Hana. "We deal with it. But not here. Not like this."

Jimin, usually the peacekeeper, stands beside him, his face hard. "We don’t have time for this. We need to move out, now. The infected are closing in, and we’re all in danger. Let’s figure this out later."

But it’s too late. The damage is done. The doubt has been planted. The seeds of distrust have taken root.

The group moves out in silence, but the tension is unbearable. As you walk, you can’t shake the feeling that they’re all watching you—waiting for any sign, any moment of weakness. The weight of Hana’s words hangs over you like a cloud.

As you move forward, your eyes dart to Taehyung’s figure in the distance. He hasn’t looked at you once since he heard Hana’s accusations. You want to reach out, to pull him back, to show him that you’re not infected—but every time you try, the words get stuck in your throat. What can you say now? How can you prove it when they’ve already begun to doubt you?

And Hana—Hana’s gaze is burning into the back of your neck. Her smirk, twisted with satisfaction, is almost unbearable. She watches you closely, like a predator waiting for its prey to break.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep it together. The virus isn’t the only enemy you have to fight now. The truth—whatever it is—is slipping through your fingers, and you don’t know how to stop it.

To be continued...

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bluelavendre · 2 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 11: "Unspoken Bonds and Hidden Fears"

The lifeless figure in the doorway continues to twitch, its body spasming unnaturally. You stare, your heart racing, not entirely sure whether the person is infected or just... dying. Panic spreads across the group, though it’s not clear whether it’s from the threat of more infected or the unsettling truth the stranger just revealed.

“Is it true?” Jin asks, his voice steady, though his eyes are filled with unease as he steps toward the body, looking for any signs of life—or infection. “Is the virus really spreading faster?”

Taehyung glances at the figure, his brow furrowed in thought. His hand instinctively reaches out for yours, as if needing the reassurance that you’re there, safe. You grasp his hand tightly, your pulse thundering in your ears. The infection, the virus—it’s the one thing none of you can escape. No matter how hard you fight, it’s always lurking in the background.

"We need to get out of here," Jimin mutters, his voice low and filled with dread. He’s scanning the area, as if expecting more infected to burst in at any moment.

You can feel the weight of his words sink into your chest. There’s no time to mourn the stranger’s death. The world outside is worse than you imagined, and you’re not safe yet. None of you are.

“Everyone, move out. We don’t stay here any longer,” Jungkook says, his voice commanding, despite the flicker of panic in his eyes. The group quickly begins to pack up their things, moving with efficiency as they gather their weapons, food, and other supplies. It’s a routine by now—one that’s all too familiar.

But amidst all the preparation, you can’t help but feel a rising sense of dread. The virus is spreading faster. The world is falling apart faster. And you’re not sure how much longer you can all keep running.

The tension in the air is suffocating as everyone begins to move out of the convenience store. But the eyes of the group keep drifting to you, to Hana, and to Taehyung. The silent conflict between you and Hana hasn’t been forgotten—if anything, it’s grown sharper in the wake of the attack.

You try to push it out of your mind as you help gather supplies, but it’s hard to ignore the way Hana watches you from across the room, her gaze full of something you can’t quite decipher—resentment? Jealousy? Or maybe it’s just her own fear, buried deep beneath her tough exterior.

She moves toward you suddenly, cutting off your path as you try to make your way to the door. “What’s the matter, Y/N?” Hana’s voice is sweet, almost sickeningly so. “Still playing hero?” She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorway as if waiting for you to crack under the pressure.

You stop in your tracks, glaring at her, your patience wearing thin. “What do you want, Hana? Haven’t you caused enough trouble already?”

She smirks, tilting her head slightly. “Trouble? I’m just speaking the truth. You don’t really think Taehyung’s going to pick you over me, do you?” She steps closer, her presence nearly suffocating. “You think he’s going to forget about me because you’re here now?”

Something inside you snaps. You step forward, putting a slight distance between the two of you, and for the first time in a long time, your voice is clear, steady, and sharp. “Taehyung doesn’t belong to you, Hana. You’re not the one who gets to decide what he feels. So don’t stand there pretending like you know everything about me. I’m not here for you or for him—I’m here to survive. Get that straight.”

For a moment, Hana looks stunned, the smug look faltering on her face. But then she recovers quickly, throwing her head back with a harsh laugh. “We’ll see about that. Keep telling yourself that, Y/N. But deep down, you know it’s not just about survival, is it?” With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, your chest tight with both anger and hurt.

As the group exits the store and moves cautiously through the streets again, you find yourself walking beside Taehyung. There’s an unspoken connection between the two of you now—a quiet understanding that wasn’t there before.

You don’t need to speak to him to feel the weight of what’s between you. You can sense it in the way his hand brushes against yours every so often, in the quick glances he shoots you when he thinks no one else is looking.

Taehyung hasn’t said much since your conversation earlier, but there’s an air of something unresolved hanging between you both. He looks at you now, his eyes searching your face, looking for some sign that things are okay between you two.

“I didn’t mean to make things worse with Hana,” he says softly, his voice low and hesitant. “She’s always been... complicated. But it doesn’t change the fact that you matter to me.”

You look up at him, the words hitting you harder than you expected. “I didn’t ask for any of this, Taehyung. But I don’t need her making me feel like I’m just someone you’re using to fill a void. I want you to be honest with me. Don’t make me feel like I’m just part of the mess.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen slightly, his hand reaching out to touch your arm gently. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve been... confused. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—I don’t know how to navigate all of this, all the chaos. But I need you to know that it’s not just about Hana or the past. It’s about us, right now. And I don’t want to lose you in all of this.”

You stare at him for a moment, taking in his words. You want to believe him. You really do. But there’s still a part of you, a small voice in the back of your mind, that wonders if this is just another fleeting moment—a survival bond formed under extreme circumstances.

But you don’t have time to think about it for long. A loud crash comes from a nearby building, followed by the unmistakable sound of shuffling feet. The infected are close, and you have no choice but to push those thoughts aside, focusing on survival.

The group immediately readies themselves for another attack. You hear the rapid clicking of weapons being loaded, and the rustling of clothes as everyone moves into defensive positions. The sound of infected moaning grows louder, and you realize they’re closing in.

“We need to stick together,” Jimin calls out, his voice authoritative. “Stay close, and we’ll make it through this. Keep moving forward.”

But as the infected surge from the building, you realize that this isn’t just another fight. The numbers are overwhelming. They keep coming, faster and in greater numbers than you’ve encountered before.

“Fall back!” Jungkook yells, but it’s clear that retreating isn’t an option. The street behind you is blocked by more infected.

In the chaos, you find yourself standing next to Taehyung again, his arm brushing against yours, a silent promise of protection. You both move in sync, fighting off the infected with precision. But it’s not enough. The onslaught continues.

And then, in the midst of it all, you hear Hana scream. Her voice is sharp with panic as she’s backed into a corner, surrounded by the infected.

You glance at Taehyung, your heart hammering in your chest. He’s looking at you, his eyes wide with urgency.

“I’ve got to help her,” he says quickly, his voice steady but his expression torn.

Before you can respond, you realize something. As Taehyung moves toward Hana, you’re left standing there, surrounded by the others, all of them moving in different directions, each trying to hold their ground.

You’re not sure what’s going to happen next, but one thing is certain: this fight isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about choices—and the consequences that come with them.

To be continued...

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bluelavendre · 3 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 10: "Survival Instincts and Unspoken Tensions"

The day drags on as the group continues through the devastated city. The landscape around you is a far cry from anything you remember—once-vibrant buildings are now broken shells, empty streets are littered with debris, and the air smells of decay and uncertainty. The world feels like a haunting memory, a place you used to belong, now lost to the virus.

Every step feels heavier as you push forward, your group moving in silence. There’s no time for words. You don’t need them. Every glance you exchange with the others speaks volumes.

Taehyung stays close to you, though he’s quieter than usual. His eyes dart toward Hana from time to time, but he says nothing. It’s as if the tension between them has reached a boiling point that neither of them is ready to face. But it’s not just them—you can feel the weight of it too. The other boys, especially Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin, are noticeably more protective of you. Their gestures have become more subtle—Jungkook standing a little too close, Jimin offering you small, thoughtful glances, and Jin making sure you’re always within his sight. You’re aware of it, and it only makes things more complicated.

"Keep your guard up," Jin mutters, his voice low, as he surveys the area ahead.

You nod, gripping your weapon tighter. There’s a gnawing sense of unease in the air—something’s not right.

The day is nearing its end, the sky turning orange as the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the streets. You’ve made it to what looks like an abandoned convenience store, its windows boarded up, but the door slightly ajar. The group decides it’s the best place to rest for the night.

As you enter cautiously, you notice the silence is deafening. No groans or shuffles of infected. Just stillness. A strange, almost eerie stillness.

"We’ll take shifts," Taehyung says, glancing around, his voice low. "Everyone get comfortable, but stay alert."

You move to one of the back corners, finding a spot on the floor to sit down. The boys scatter around, setting up makeshift barricades and securing the area. But Hana, who’s been unusually quiet, suddenly makes her presence known as she approaches you, a smug look on her face.

You don’t have to look up to know she’s here. The tension in the room shifts as she stops just in front of you, her arms crossed over her chest. "Well, well, look who’s still here," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn’t expect you to last this long."

Your fists clench at your sides. There’s a growing irritation inside you, the way she’s acting like she has any right to speak to you like this, after everything that’s happened. The past few days of surviving alongside her have already been uncomfortable enough, but now... you’re done pretending it’s all fine.

"Do you need something, Hana?" you reply, keeping your tone steady but laced with the frustration you can’t keep inside any longer. "Because I’m not in the mood for games."

She leans in slightly, her gaze shifting to Taehyung, who’s busy checking the entrance. The way her eyes narrow when they land on him sends a chill down your spine. "You know, I used to think you were different," Hana says softly, almost mockingly. "But I guess I was wrong. You’re just another one of his distractions, aren’t you? Playing the victim when it’s convenient, pretending to be something you’re not."

Your heart hammers in your chest as her words hit you like a slap. Just another one of his distractions?

Before you can respond, your voice steady but with a sharp edge, you stand up, facing her directly. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Hana. You think just because you’ve been with Taehyung before, you can walk in here and act like everything belongs to you?" You step closer, your voice now rising in frustration. "Maybe you’ve got a grip on him, but I don’t need your approval to stand here. And I sure as hell don’t need your lectures."

Hana’s eyes flash with fury, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "You really think he’ll choose you over me?" Her voice drips with venom. "He always comes back to me, Y/N. He always has."

The words sting, but it’s the way she says them, like a declaration of ownership, that ignites something deep within you—a primal instinct to protect yourself, to stand your ground. "You don’t own him, Hana," you snap back. "He’s his own person. And if he’s going to make any decisions, it won’t be because you say so."

There’s a tense silence between you two, and for a moment, you think it might end there. But then Hana steps even closer, her eyes full of malice. "You’re just fooling yourself," she whispers coldly. "You think you’re special? You’re just another person trying to survive, like the rest of us."

Before you can respond, a sudden crash echoes through the store, interrupting the moment and sending both of you on high alert. The room falls into chaos as you all scramble to grab your weapons, eyes scanning for the source of the noise.

The door bursts open with a violent force, and a wave of infected rushes into the store, groaning and stumbling toward you. Panic erupts as the group springs into action, firing and fighting off the oncoming horde. The situation escalates quickly, and you’re thrown into survival mode, trying to fight off the infected with everything you have.

Hana grabs her weapon, but it’s clear she’s distracted. You don’t know if it’s because of the argument with you or the sudden danger, but her movements are slower, less coordinated than usual. The boys move swiftly, pushing you out of the way to protect you from the infected.

"Stay back!" Taehyung yells, his voice commanding, as he takes out several of the infected with expert precision. He catches your eye for a brief moment, his expression filled with determination. You’ll survive this. We’ll all survive this.

But in the chaos, Hana, too focused on the fight, makes a critical mistake. She steps too close to the door, and another group of infected pours in. You hear her scream, but it’s too late—an infected lunges at her, grabbing her by the arm, and she struggles to break free.

Without thinking, you rush forward, grabbing a nearby metal pipe and swinging it at the infected attacking Hana. You take it down in one swift motion, your breath ragged and panicked.

But as you turn to help Hana up, she glares at you, her eyes filled with something darker than just anger.

"You think you can just take care of me?" Hana spits, standing up with a wince. "You’re not my savior. Don’t think for a second you’ve won this."

You narrow your eyes at her, barely holding back the surge of frustration. "I didn’t do it for you. I did it to survive. We all did."

The group, now more alert than ever, manages to take down the remaining infected, but the air is thick with tension. You’ve just fought for your lives, and now you have to deal with the fallout from the fight you had with Hana—and the strange sense of growing unrest between you and the boys.

As the group regroups, Taehyung approaches you quietly, his eyes searching your face. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern evident in his voice.

Before you can answer, a scream pierces the silence—a blood-curdling, echoing scream from outside.

Everyone freezes.

A figure stumbles into the store, covered in blood, its eyes wide with panic. But it's not an infected—it's someone you recognize. Someone from the outside world.

"Help me!" the person cries, their voice desperate. "They're everywhere! It's spreading faster than we thought! The virus is—"

The scream is cut off as they collapse in the doorway, their body twitching violently.

To be continued…

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bluelavendre · 4 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 9: "Past and Present Collide"

The next morning, after a restless night filled with swirling thoughts about Taehyung and Hana, you find yourself staring at the walls of the school once again. The group is gearing up for the next phase of survival—escaping the school and venturing into the unknown. But there’s one thing weighing on your mind more than anything else: the complicated history between Taehyung and Hana.

Taehyung, still distant but no longer as cold, approaches you quietly while the others prepare supplies. His usual confidence is gone, replaced by a subtle anxiety that’s hard to ignore. You don’t know whether to be angry with him for not telling you the truth sooner or to feel sympathy for him. The confusion in his eyes tells you he’s struggling too.

"Y/N," Taehyung says softly, his voice low as he steps closer to you. "I know things are weird right now, and I... I didn’t want to hide things from you. But I think it’s time I tell you more about Hana and me."

You look up at him, your heart pounding. You don’t know whether you’re ready to hear this, but at the same time, you know you can’t keep avoiding the truth. "Okay," you say, your voice barely a whisper.

He sits down beside you, taking a deep breath before beginning. "Before all this happened—before the world went crazy—I was in a relationship with Hana. We met in high school, and we were... inseparable. We had our ups and downs, like any relationship, but we were solid. She was my best friend, my girlfriend. It felt like nothing could come between us."

You nod, trying to hold back the surge of emotions that come with hearing this. The idea of them being so close, so connected—it makes your heart ache. Taehyung continues, his voice soft but tinged with regret.

"But when the outbreak started—when everything fell apart—Hana started changing. She became colder, more detached. I didn’t understand it at first, but then I realized... she was using the chaos to distance herself from me. She pushed me away when I needed her the most."

His words hit you like a wave. So this wasn’t just a sudden break. She started pulling away even before the world fell apart.

"I tried to hold on," Taehyung continues, his gaze distant, "but eventually, I had to let go. I thought maybe it was for the best, especially after everything that happened to the world. But now, seeing her here again..." He looks at you, his eyes full of vulnerability. "I don’t know where I stand anymore."

You reach out and place a hand on his, offering a silent reassurance. You don’t have all the answers, but you know one thing for sure: Taehyung is still conflicted. And it’s not just about Hana—it’s about his place in this new world, and where he belongs now.

"I don’t want to keep hurting you, Y/N," Taehyung says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to be here for you. I want to make things right, but I don’t know how."

Before you can respond, a voice interrupts you. It's Jimin, walking toward you with a concerned expression. "Hey, are you two okay? We’re ready to go. We can’t stay here much longer."

You nod, offering a faint smile. "Yeah, we’re fine. Let’s go."

The group prepares for the escape. Everyone is gathered near the school’s front doors, loading up on supplies, weapons, and anything else that might be useful once they step outside. You can feel the anticipation and fear building as everyone readies themselves for the unknown.

Taehyung’s presence beside you is comforting, but there’s still an undeniable tension in the air. He stays close, but the silence between you is thick—he hasn’t completely shaken the weight of his past with Hana. Neither of you knows what the future holds.

As the door creaks open, a cold breeze sweeps into the school. The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling is oddly comforting. But the moment you step outside, the world before you is not what you expected.

It’s worse.

The school is surrounded by wreckage—broken cars, abandoned stores, and streets littered with debris. And yet, the eerie quietness is what strikes you the most. The silence feels unnatural, like the world has been put on pause.

"Is it... always like this?" Jimin murmurs, his voice filled with uncertainty as he surveys the surroundings.

"No," Jin answers, his voice serious. "It used to be different. The chaos... it’s everywhere now."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you take in the empty streets. The virus has spread far beyond the school’s walls, infecting the entire world. The few survivors you spot seem to be stumbling aimlessly, their faces blank and lifeless, like they’ve already given up hope.

"This isn’t what we expected," you say quietly, your heart heavy with dread.

Taehyung, standing beside you, gives a tight nod. "It’s worse than we thought."

The group moves cautiously through the streets, weapons at the ready. Everyone is alert, scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger. You’re moving with a sense of urgency, but also with a growing realization that escaping the school was only the beginning of a much darker journey.

As you walk, you can’t help but notice the empty houses and abandoned stores. There are no sounds of life except for the occasional groan of a zombie-like figure stumbling across the street. The virus has completely overtaken the world, and you can feel the weight of the despair that clings to everything.

"Where are all the people?" Jungkook asks, his voice filled with both curiosity and fear.

"They’re either infected or hiding," Taehyung answers, his tone grim. "Either way, we need to stay on guard. We’re not safe out here."

You nod in agreement, your hand instinctively reaching for Taehyung’s. It’s not a romantic gesture—just a need for reassurance, something to hold onto in this sea of uncertainty. He squeezes your hand gently, offering a silent promise that you’ll get through this together.

But just as you feel a sense of momentary relief, a sudden crash breaks the silence. A group of infected individuals emerges from an alleyway, their eyes wild and crazed, their movements erratic.

"They’re coming," Jimin shouts, his voice filled with urgency.

The group immediately springs into action, fighting back with everything they have. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you raise your weapon, taking down an infected with a well-placed shot. The chaos around you is deafening, but you can’t focus on anything other than surviving.

After the last infected is taken down, the group pauses, panting and exhausted. Taehyung looks at you, his expression strained but determined.

"This is it," he says quietly. "We can’t go back now. We have to keep moving forward."

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. You don’t know what’s waiting ahead, but one thing is certain: the virus has taken everything. And now, it’s up to you and the others to survive, no matter the cost.

As the group continues to move forward, you can feel the tension between Taehyung and Hana simmering just beneath the surface. Hana keeps glancing at Taehyung, her expression unreadable, but there’s an undeniable longing in her eyes—one that hasn’t faded, despite the time apart.

You can’t help but notice the way she lingers near him, her presence almost possessive. It stirs something inside you, a mix of jealousy and confusion. But you keep your feelings to yourself, not wanting to add to the already complicated dynamics between you all.

Taehyung, for his part, seems torn. He glances at Hana every so often, but when his eyes meet yours, there’s a flicker of something that makes your heart skip a beat. You’re not sure what it means, but you can’t ignore the connection between you two.

To be continued…

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bluelavendre · 4 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 8: "Unspoken Truths"

The morning light filters into the abandoned classroom where the group is gathered, scattered across the floor as they make plans for their next move. The tension from Hana’s return still lingers in the air, but today, something feels different—heavier.

You’re sitting by the corner, your eyes focused on the map in front of you, though your mind is a thousand miles away. It’s hard to concentrate with everything that’s going on—Hana’s manipulations, the unresolved tension between Taehyung and her, and the way she’s been acting toward him. But today, she seems determined to make things even more complicated.

As if on cue, Hana enters the room, her presence commanding attention as always. She strides confidently to the center, making her way toward Taehyung, who’s sitting quietly near the edge of the group. The others glance up, but no one speaks.

Without any introduction, Hana turns to the group, her smile bordering on smug. "You all deserve to know something. Since it’s pretty clear there’s been some... misunderstandings going around here." Her eyes flicker to you briefly, but she continues. "Taehyung and I... we’ve been dating."

The words hit like a shockwave. You freeze, unable to move or speak, as the room falls into a stunned silence. The boys exchange looks, confusion and surprise flashing in their eyes. Taehyung’s face remains unreadable, but you can tell from the tightness in his jaw that the revelation isn’t exactly what he wanted to share, either.

Jin is the first to break the silence, his voice incredulous. "Dating? When the hell did this happen?"

Hana doesn’t flinch. "A while ago, before everything went to hell. It was complicated, obviously." She shoots a pointed glance at Taehyung, who looks away.

Your heart drops. You try to ignore the way your chest feels tight, the sudden sting of jealousy and confusion rising inside you. You had no idea. And now, knowing that Taehyung had been in a relationship with Hana all this time—it’s like the ground beneath you has been ripped away.

The conversation continues around you, but you can barely focus. The words blur together as your mind races. Taehyung and Hana? Dating? You had always felt a connection to him—his kindness, the way he listened to you, the moments you shared when it was just the two of you—but you never imagined it was anything more.

The revelation leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You don’t know why it hurts so much. Was it the fact that Taehyung had kept it from the group? Or was it the thought that maybe, just maybe, you had hoped for something more between you two?

You sneak a glance at Taehyung, but he’s not looking at you. His gaze is fixed on the floor, his face a mixture of guilt and frustration. It’s clear this is as hard for him as it is for everyone else.

"Taehyung," you hear Hana call out, her voice smooth and seductive. "Are you going to say something? Or are you just going to keep hiding behind your silence?"

You look away, a rush of anger and hurt flooding through you. You can’t stand the way Hana is toying with him, as if she’s trying to claim him in front of the group, trying to assert her dominance over you. You clench your fists at your sides, doing your best to push down the emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

Later that day, you find yourself alone in one of the classrooms, sitting by the window and staring out at the setting sun. It’s been a few hours since Hana’s announcement, and the group has split up to handle various tasks. Taehyung, however, has been distant. He hasn’t spoken to you since the revelation, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s because of what you’re feeling.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. You look up to find Taehyung standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice soft.

You nod quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just needed some space."

Taehyung walks in, closing the door gently behind him. He stands there for a moment, studying you, before slowly sitting down beside you. The space between you both feels heavy, laden with unspoken words.

"I didn’t want you to find out like this," he says quietly. "Hana... she’s complicated."

You feel a bitter laugh rise in your throat. "Complicated? She seems pretty straightforward to me."

Taehyung winces, looking guilty. "I didn’t want to lie to you. I really didn’t. But I wasn’t ready to tell everyone, especially with everything going on."

You feel a lump in your throat, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. "It’s fine, Taehyung. It’s not like I have any right to feel upset."

His eyes soften. "You don’t have to hide how you feel, Y/N. You matter to me, more than you know."

But the words feel hollow now. You swallow hard, trying to push down the lump in your throat. "It’s just... you never told me about you and Hana. I thought... I thought maybe there was something between us."

Taehyung’s expression falters, and he reaches for your hand, his touch warm and gentle. "There is something between us, Y/N. But it’s complicated. I care about you, I really do. But Hana... she’s part of my past, and right now, I don’t know where I stand with her."

The vulnerability in his voice is enough to make your heart ache. You want to believe him, but the truth is—his past with Hana is a wall you can’t ignore.

Later that night, after the conversation with Taehyung, the group gathers for dinner. The tension between you and him is palpable, and though you try to pretend everything is normal, the weight of the situation hangs heavy in the air.

To your surprise, the other boys begin to act differently around you. Jin makes an effort to sit next to you, offering you a comforting smile as he engages you in conversation about the latest plans for the group. Jimin, ever the charmer, tries to lift your spirits with a few jokes and light teasing.

But it’s Jungkook who catches your attention the most. He’s been unusually quiet, his eyes lingering on you from across the room. Every so often, his gaze meets yours, and he seems to hesitate, as if he’s unsure of what to say or do.

As the evening progresses, it becomes clear—each of the boys is trying to get closer to you in their own way. They’re vying for your attention, for your approval, as if sensing the shift in the group dynamic since Hana’s bombshell revelation.

Jimin nudges you gently, his voice low. "You know, you’re welcome to join us if you ever need a distraction from all the drama," he says with a wink.

Jungkook, sitting beside you, lets out a soft chuckle, though his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, we’re here for you, Y/N. You don’t have to deal with this alone."

You smile faintly, but your heart is heavy. It’s hard to focus on them when all you can think about is Taehyung and Hana. And yet, you can’t ignore the growing feelings inside you for the boy who’s been there for you through it all.

That night, as you lie awake in your makeshift bed, you can’t stop thinking about Taehyung. His confession, his touch, the way his eyes softened when he spoke to you—it all feels like a tangled mess you can’t unravel. You don’t know if you can truly be with him while Hana’s shadow looms over them.

But then, there’s the other boys—Jin, Jimin, Jungkook—all of them are offering you comfort, trying to make you feel special in their own ways. The attention feels nice, but it’s not enough to ease the ache inside.

Your heart is pulled in so many directions, and it’s impossible to choose who to trust, who to love, or who to let in.

To be continued…

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bluelavendre · 4 days ago

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Taehyung birthday fanfiction! The post is late but from where I live it is still this man's Bday🩵🥹

Happiest Birthday Taetae🩵🩵💜💜

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Title: "A Starry Birthday Surprise"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Vt (Kim Taehyung) x Reader

Genre: Pure Fluff

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Taehyung yawned, stretching his arms above his head as he padded across the hardwood floor of his cozy apartment. His birthday morning started as quietly as the snow falling outside, soft and serene. Normally, his members would burst into his room, yelling out-of-tune birthday songs or planning chaotic surprises. But this year, they were all scattered across the globe, busy with individual schedules.

He understood. Really, he did. But it didn’t stop the little ache in his chest.

Pulling his sweater closer, he flopped onto the couch and glanced at his phone. ARMY had already flooded his social media with love and heartfelt messages, and he couldn’t help but smile. Yet, something still felt missing.

A sudden ding broke his thoughts. A message from you lit up his screen:

*“Be ready by 6 PM. Don’t ask questions. Just trust me. :)”*

Taehyung chuckled, his lips curling into a grin. You were always full of surprises.

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### The Evening: A Mystery Unfolds

By the time the clock struck 6, Taehyung was bundled up in his favorite coat, scarf, and beanie, waiting for you at the door. The sound of your car pulling into the driveway sent his heart fluttering. He hadn’t seen you in a couple of weeks due to your busy schedule, and he couldn’t deny how much he missed you.

The door opened, revealing you with a bright smile, holding a thermos in one hand and a giant blanket in the other. “Happy Birthday, Tae!”

His grin widened as he stepped closer to you. “What are you up to this time, Y/N? You know I don’t like surprises… unless they’re from you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, handing him the thermos. “Hot chocolate. Trust me, you’re going to need it. Now, no more questions. Just get in the car.”

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### A Scenic Drive

The drive was filled with laughter as you sang along to Taehyung’s favorite songs, occasionally glancing at him to make sure he wasn’t peeking at where you were taking him.

“Are we there yet?” he teased, sipping the hot chocolate you had made.

“Patience, birthday boy,” you said with a smirk, turning onto a quiet, snow-covered road.

Eventually, you pulled up to a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city. The area was blanketed in snow, and the clear night sky sparkled with stars. Taehyung stepped out of the car, his breath hitching at the sight.

“You brought me here?” he asked softly, looking at the spot where the two of you had once spent hours stargazing during a summer camping trip.

“I thought it’d be the perfect place to celebrate,” you said, grabbing the blanket from the backseat. “Now, come on. There’s more.”

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### The Birthday Setup

Under a tall pine tree adorned with fairy lights, you had set up a small picnic table. Candles flickered in mason jars, and a simple cake sat in the center, topped with his name written in chocolate.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “You did all this for me?”

“Of course,” you said, smiling shyly. “You deserve to feel special on your birthday, Tae. Always.”

He stared at you for a moment, his heart swelling with gratitude. No grand party, no cameras—just you, the stars, and the quiet warmth of the moment.

“This is perfect,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug. “Thank you, Y/N.”

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### A Night of Laughter

The two of you sat on the blanket, sharing stories and laughing as you fed each other cake. Taehyung couldn’t stop smiling, his boxy grin lighting up his face as he watched you talk animatedly about your latest adventures.

“You have frosting on your nose,” he teased, reaching out to wipe it away.

“Do I?” you asked, scrunching your nose.

“No, but you do now,” he laughed, smearing a tiny bit of frosting on your cheek.

“Kim Taehyung!” you exclaimed, tackling him playfully. The two of you ended up in a fit of giggles, the world around you disappearing as you basked in each other’s company.

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### The Stars and a Wish

As the night grew colder, you wrapped the blanket around both of you, leaning against Taehyung as you gazed up at the stars.

“Make a wish,” you said softly, pointing to a shooting star streaking across the sky.

Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment before turning to look at you. “I don’t need to. Everything I could ever wish for is right here.”

Your cheeks flushed as you met his gaze. “Tae…”

He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Thank you for making this the best birthday ever, Y/N. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“You’re worth it,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

And as the stars continued to twinkle above, Taehyung felt something he hadn’t in a long time—complete and utter happiness.

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Happy Birthday Kim Taetae🩵

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bluelavendre · 4 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 7: "Hana's Secret"

The group is gathered around a table in the makeshift kitchen of the school. There’s an uneasy air in the room, everyone still processing Hana’s return and the way she had stirred things up earlier. You sit at the far end of the table, trying to focus on the map in front of you, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Hana’s words.

Who does she think she is, trying to play the boys against each other?

The others are discussing their next plan of action, but your mind is elsewhere. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Taehyung and Jungkook standing a little away from the group, speaking in low voices. The air between them is thick with tension, but you can’t make out the words.

It’s strange how Hana’s presence has changed the group dynamic. It feels like cracks are starting to form.

Taehyung steps into the room after the conversation with Jungkook, his face tight with something you can’t quite place. He catches your eye, his gaze lingering a bit longer than usual. You feel a sudden shift, like there’s something he’s holding back.

"Taehyung, is everything okay?" you ask softly, your curiosity piqued.

He hesitates, looking down at the floor for a moment, before finally meeting your gaze. "There’s something you need to know about Hana," he says quietly, his voice almost drowned out by the murmurs of the group continuing to discuss their escape route.

You raise an eyebrow, your attention now fully on him. "What do you mean? Is there something we’re missing?"

He runs a hand through his hair, looking troubled. "Hana and I... we have history," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blink, surprised by the revelation. "History? What kind of history?"

"Before all this," Taehyung starts, taking a deep breath. "We were close—closer than you might realize. Hana... she wasn’t always like this. She was different before everything went to hell."

You stare at him, trying to process his words. "So what happened?"

He looks conflicted, as though he’s debating whether to share more, but eventually, he nods. "She was the one who pulled away first. When everything started to fall apart, when the chaos spread, she started changing. She became more distant, more selfish... I didn’t know how to handle it, so I let her go. I didn’t want to fight it. But now, seeing her here again, acting like she doesn’t care about anyone but herself—it’s hard to reconcile with the person I knew."

Your heart twinges at his words. It’s hard to imagine the carefree, light-hearted Hana he describes—especially with the way she’s been acting recently. You can’t help but wonder if something happened to her, something that changed her so drastically.

"You and Hana were... close?" you ask, your voice soft, unsure of how to phrase the question.

Taehyung gives you a tight-lipped smile, but there’s sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, we were. But I guess we’re both different people now. And I’m not sure if the Hana I knew is still there anymore."

You feel a pang of sympathy for Taehyung, who’s clearly struggling with the return of someone from his past. It’s obvious there’s still some unresolved emotion there, and the fact that Hana is back now only seems to make things more complicated.

Later that evening, after the group has settled in for the night, you catch Hana sneaking glances at Taehyung from across the room. Every so often, their eyes meet, and you see a flicker of something unspoken between them. It’s subtle, but it’s there—Hana’s attention toward him is more than just casual.

You can’t help but feel a sense of discomfort. Hana is playing some kind of game, and it’s not just with the boys—it’s with you too.

As the group continues to relax, talking in hushed tones, Hana moves to sit next to Taehyung, her body angled toward him in an almost deliberate way. She speaks low enough that only he can hear, but her words are sharp, and the glint in her eye is unsettling.

"You know," Hana says with a sly smile, her fingers brushing against his arm. "We could always go back to the way things were... before everything went to hell. I never forgot about you, Tae. You were always different from the others."

Taehyung tenses at her words, his jaw tightening. He glances at you across the room, his face clouded with uncertainty, before quickly turning his attention back to Hana.

"I don’t think that’s a good idea, Hana," Taehyung responds, his voice calm but firm. "Things are different now."

But Hana isn’t giving up. Her eyes are locked on his, and her expression is one of a predatory calmness. "Are they? Or is it just you who’s different?" she teases, her voice dripping with double meaning.

The subtle way she manipulates the situation is hard to ignore. She’s not just flirting with him—she’s testing the waters, trying to see if she can rekindle something between them. She’s doing it to keep control, to make him feel like he’s the one who has to choose.

Later that night, as you try to sleep, the weight of the day presses on your chest. You can’t stop thinking about what Taehyung said about his past with Hana. It’s clear now that there’s more to their relationship than meets the eye. But what does this mean for the group? For you?

Your mind races, and you try to block out the image of Hana and Taehyung talking, her fingers brushing against his arm, her seductive smile. You can’t deny the tension between them, the way she lures him in without saying a word.

You hear soft footsteps approaching, and before you can react, you feel a warm presence beside you. Taehyung sits down on the floor, his expression unreadable.

"I don’t know what to do, Y/N," he says quietly, his voice strained. "I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to go back to that... with Hana, but I can’t just ignore everything that’s happened between us."

You sigh softly, rubbing your face in frustration. "I know you care about her, but Hana isn’t the same anymore, Tae. She’s changed, and I think you’re seeing a side of her that you wish you hadn’t. She’s using you, and she doesn’t care about anyone but herself."

Taehyung looks up at you, his eyes searching. "Do you think I’m weak for even considering her offer?"

"No," you say quickly, shaking your head. "You’re not weak. But you deserve better than someone who only sees you as a means to an end."

There’s a long pause, and Taehyung sighs, rubbing his face with both hands. "I don’t know if I can keep pretending it’s not affecting me. Everything with Hana—it’s like a part of me is still there, stuck in the past."

You can feel the pain in his words, and it hits you hard. Taehyung’s heart is torn between two worlds—the one he left behind and the one he’s trying to build with the group.

"Just be careful, okay?" you say softly. "Don’t let Hana pull you back into something you’ve already walked away from."

He nods, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I will. I promise."

As the days pass, the tension between Taehyung, Hana, and the rest of the group only grows. The unspoken history between them lingers like a cloud hanging over the group, and no one is sure how to move forward. But one thing is clear—Hana’s presence is unsettling, and the boys’ feelings toward her are even more complicated than before.

As you lie awake at night, trying to make sense of everything, you can’t shake the feeling that something big is about to happen.

And this time, it might be more than just surviving the apocalypse—it might be about surviving the broken bonds between the people you thought you knew.

To be continued…

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bluelavendre · 4 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 6: "Hana's Return"

The sun is beginning to set, casting an orange glow across the abandoned school grounds. The group is gathered in the gymnasium, strategizing about their next steps, when a familiar voice breaks through the heavy silence.

"Well, well, looks like everyone’s still alive."

Everyone’s heads snap toward the entrance, where Hana stands, leaning casually against the doorframe. Her clothes are disheveled, her hair tangled from the chaos of the past few days, but there’s a smug grin plastered across her face.

You freeze, unsure whether to feel relief, frustration, or something else entirely.

"Where the hell have you been?" RM demands, standing up from where he was sitting. His tone is a mix of anger and concern, the question hanging in the air like an unspoken accusation.

Hana just shrugs, strolling into the room like nothing’s wrong. "I’ve been... around. Had to take care of a few things, you know?" Her eyes flicker to Taehyung, who stands nearby, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. "I didn’t think you’d miss me that much."

A silence falls over the group, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

"You could’ve at least checked in," Jin says, his voice tight with frustration. "We were worried, Hana."

"Oh, please," she dismisses, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I’m fine. You’re all acting like I’m some fragile little thing who needs babysitting. I’ve got things handled."

There’s a note of condescension in her voice that rubs you the wrong way.

Hana moves closer to the group, her eyes briefly scanning each of them, lingering on Jungkook and Taehyung before landing on you. "And look at you, Y/N. Still playing the hero, huh?" she says with a sly smile. "How charming."

You clench your fists, resisting the urge to snap back at her. "What’s that supposed to mean, Hana?"

"Nothing," she says innocently, but you can tell it’s anything but. "Just that you’re always trying to be the center of attention. You know, you’ve got all these guys fawning over you. It’s kind of cute, actually."

The way she says it—mocking and playful—makes something inside you twist. You glance at the guys, seeing the mixed expressions on their faces. Some look uncomfortable, others are clearly unsure of what to make of her sudden reappearance.

Hana tilts her head, her eyes narrowing as she scans you. "You know, I was just thinking... maybe I should start making myself more... available. For the boys, I mean. They’ve been so stressed, don’t you think?"

Your stomach churns at her words. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her act like this, but it’s different now. The stakes are higher, the tension thicker. Hana’s behavior is starting to feel like more than just her usual attitude—it feels like a deliberate attempt to undermine the fragile balance you’ve worked so hard to maintain with the group.

Taehyung steps forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you really trying to say, Hana?"

Hana’s lips curl into a smirk, but she’s not fooling anyone. "I’m just saying... you all have a lot of energy to burn. And maybe I can help you with that. It’s not like you need to be so uptight all the time." She flicks her hair again, this time directing her attention to Jungkook, who shifts uncomfortably at her gaze.

You see it—the subtle way Hana is trying to play the boys against each other. She’s always been the type to stir the pot, to make everything about her and her supposed "superiority." But now, with the danger of the apocalypse constantly looming, it feels like a game she’s playing at the expense of the group’s unity.

Hana notices the growing tension, her eyes glinting with a challenge. "What? Are we not allowed to have a little fun in this hellhole? You all look like you could use a distraction. Why don’t I lighten the mood?"

Jungkook looks at you, his expression conflicted. He’s uncomfortable, clearly caught between his loyalty to you and Hana’s flirtations.

"Y/N," he says softly, his eyes searching yours. "I—"

But Hana cuts him off, stepping closer to him and putting a hand on his arm. "You don’t have to worry about her, Jungkook. She’s fine. She’s always fine, isn’t she?" She glances at you, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Don’t let her make you feel guilty. She’s got everything under control."

You can’t take it anymore. Every word out of Hana’s mouth is like a jab, digging at your nerves until you can’t ignore it. The constant tension, the way she flirts with the boys like they’re prizes to be won, and the way she undermines everything you’ve been trying to build—all of it makes your blood boil.

"Enough!" you finally snap. Your voice cracks under the strain, but it’s enough to silence the room. "Stop acting like this is some damn game, Hana. This isn’t a ‘pick-me’ contest. We’re trying to survive, and you’re just making everything worse."

Hana’s eyes widen for a moment, as if she didn’t expect you to stand up for yourself. But then she recovers, her smirk returning. "Oh, I’m sorry. Was I making you feel uncomfortable?" she says sweetly, though her tone is anything but. "Maybe I should just keep my distance, then. Wouldn’t want to be in the way of your precious little team."

The sarcasm in her words only makes you more furious. "You think I’m the problem here? You’re the one making things worse, Hana. You’re not helping, you’re causing division."

Jin steps forward, his voice stern. "We need to focus on getting out of here. If you’re not going to help, then stay out of the way."

Hana’s face hardens at his words, but she doesn’t say anything. She looks around the room, her eyes narrowing as she registers the disappointment in everyone’s faces.

"Fine," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’ll just leave you all to your little hero complex then. You’re right, I’m not helping. I’m just trying to survive. But if you want to keep pretending everything’s fine while you play house in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, be my guest."

Hana storms out of the gymnasium, slamming the door behind her. The room remains silent, the air thick with unresolved tension.

"She’s not wrong," Jimin says quietly, looking at the door Hana just exited through. "We’re all trying to survive, and sometimes we get caught up in the mess of it all."

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. "I know, but it doesn’t help when she’s making everything harder. I don’t know what’s worse—fighting zombies or fighting each other."

"Hey," RM says, giving you a reassuring look. "We’ll figure it out. We always do. We just have to stick together, no matter what."

But as the group nods in agreement, you can’t help but wonder how much longer the fragile peace will last—especially with Hana stirring things up again.

To be continued…

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bluelavendre · 4 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 5: "Fractured Bonds"

The group huddles in a biology lab, trying to catch their breath after narrowly escaping another horde. Broken beakers and dusty microscopes litter the room, and the faint smell of chemicals lingers in the air. Jin paces near the window, his brow furrowed as he keeps watch.

"Alright," RM begins, his voice steady despite the tension. "We need to figure out our next move. Staying here isn’t an option—there are too many of them, and we’re running out of supplies."

"But where are we supposed to go?" Jimin asks, his frustration evident. "Every hallway we try is crawling with those things."

"Maybe we should head to the rooftop," you suggest, earning a few nods of agreement.

Before RM can respond, Taehyung cuts in, his tone sharp. "She’s right. We need to move before it gets worse."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Of course you’d agree with her. You’ve been hanging onto her every word since we got stuck in that art room."

Taehyung bristles. "And what’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means you’re too busy trying to impress her to actually think straight," Jungkook snaps.

"Guys, stop," you say, your voice firm but calm.

But the tension only escalates.

"Let’s not forget who almost got us killed in the stairwell earlier," Jimin chimes in, glaring at Jungkook. "You charged in without thinking, and we barely made it out."

"At least I’m doing something," Jungkook retorts. "Unlike you, standing around and cracking jokes while the rest of us are fighting to stay alive."

Jimin steps closer, his voice rising. "You think you’re the only one putting in effort? You’ve been too distracted watching Y/N to notice half the dangers we’ve faced!"

"That’s rich coming from you," Taehyung interjects. "You’ve been clinging to her like a lost puppy."

"Don’t act like you’re any better," Jin says, his tone unusually harsh. "You’re all so busy fighting over her that you’re forgetting we’re supposed to be a team."

The room erupts into a cacophony of voices, accusations flying left and right.

"Enough!" you shout, your voice cutting through the chaos.

Everyone falls silent, their eyes snapping to you.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands. "What is wrong with all of you? We’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and you’re fighting like children!"

"Y/N, we’re just trying to—" Jungkook begins, but you cut him off.

"No, you’re not," you say, your voice rising. "You’re trying to one-up each other like this is some kind of competition. Newsflash: it’s not about you. It’s about survival!"

The weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, and you can see the guilt beginning to sink in.

"Do you know how exhausting it is to feel like I have to mediate between all of you?" you continue, your frustration spilling out. "I shouldn’t have to choose sides or worry about whose ego I’m hurting. I’m just trying to keep us all alive!"

Taehyung steps forward, his expression softening. "Y/N, we didn’t mean to—"

You hold up a hand, stopping him. "Save it, Tae. I’m tired of excuses. If you can’t get it together, then maybe we shouldn’t stick together at all."

The silence that follows is deafening.

Needing space, you grab a flashlight and slip out of the room, ignoring the protests of the group. You head down the hall, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Your emotions churn as you walk—anger, frustration, sadness—all of it bubbling to the surface. You find an empty classroom and collapse into a chair, burying your face in your hands.

"Why does it have to be so complicated?" you mutter to yourself.

The faint sound of footsteps pulls you from your thoughts, and you look up to see Suga standing in the doorway.

"Mind if I come in?" he asks, his voice calm and quiet.

You nod, too drained to argue.

He sits across from you, his gaze steady but unreadable. "I know they can be... a lot," he says after a moment.

"That’s an understatement," you reply with a weak laugh.

Suga’s lips twitch into a small smile. "You’re right to be mad. They’ve been acting like idiots. But... they mean well. Even if they have a terrible way of showing it."

You sigh, leaning back in your chair. "I just wish they’d stop making everything so difficult. We’re supposed to be a team, but it feels like we’re falling apart."

"That’s because they care about you," Suga says, his tone matter-of-fact.

You glance at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

He shrugs. "They’re scared. Scared of losing you. And instead of dealing with it like adults, they’re turning it into a competition. It’s stupid, but it’s also kind of... human."

His words strike a chord, and you feel some of your anger begin to fade.

When you finally return to the group, the atmosphere is noticeably different. The boys are quiet, their earlier hostility replaced with sheepishness.

RM steps forward, scratching the back of his neck. "Y/N, we owe you an apology. We’ve been acting... well, like idiots."

Jin nods. "We let our egos get in the way, and that’s not fair to you—or to each other."

"We’re sorry," Jungkook says, his voice soft. "Really."

You look at each of them, their sincerity evident. "I appreciate the apology," you say, your tone firm but forgiving. "But this can’t happen again. If we’re going to survive, we need to work together. No more fighting, no more egos. Agreed?"

"Agreed," they all say in unison.

The tension finally eases, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel a glimmer of hope.

Scene 6: Moving Forward

The group spends the rest of the day planning your next move, the earlier conflict now a thing of the past. Though the boys are still protective of you, they make a conscious effort to focus on the bigger picture.

As you sit around a makeshift map, marking potential escape routes, you feel a renewed sense of determination.

"We’ve made it this far," you say, looking at the group. "And we’re going to make it out of this. Together."

They nod, their resolve matching yours.

The road ahead is still uncertain, but for now, you’re ready to face whatever comes next—with your team by your side.

To be continued…

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