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SUICIDE MISSION ── k.ys

synopsis ; during the apocalypse, you end up meeting yeosang, the only known survivor of a zombie bite, and also the man you are tasked with escorting to the capital. it was going to be a rough journey, and you weren't even sure either of you would make it out alive, much less unscathed. so you have to work together in order to overcome hardships and keep each other safe until you make it to your destination. however, when the crucial time comes, will everything still go as planned?

pairing(s) ; yeosang x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 29.9k (whoops) ☆ ── genre ; strangers to lovers, zombie apocalypse!au, half zombie!yeosang, adventure, angst, smut, fluff, thriller, action(idk maybe) ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, violence, use of guns and weapons, blood, gore, zombies (ofc), metions of tourture, death, murder, some mentions of past traumas, betrayal, mentions(?) of sa, manipulation, kissing, biting (in a nonsexual light), multiple unprotected sex scences, petnames (love, sweetheart, pretty...), marking, fighting, drugging, kidnapping, near-death experiences, teasing, body worship, slight manhandling, outside sex, cumming on stomach, begging, rough sex, dom!yeosang x sub!reader, clit play, yeo covers readers mouth during sex, praise, slight overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, breast play, creampie, lmk if I missed anything!! ☆ ── also starring ; choi seungcheol as the guard that somehow always gets tasked with looking over you, lee juyeon as your old classmate that is conspiring with your mayor, jacob bae as another old classmate that helps you escape the compound when things get out of hand, han jisung as the lone survivor that you meet along the way, choi san and jung wooyoung as yeosang's old campmates who you happen to run into during your journey, park seonghwa as the capital doctor who looks nice on the outside, but hides secrets behind his smile. ☆ ── notes ; THIS IS FINALLY FINISHED OMFG!!! this has been in my wips for over six months, and it's also the first that I've gotten done, so I feel a little bewildered LMAOO. I had a lot of fun with this fic, from finding that picture on Pinterest to writing the outline, then to finally getting it written out. it's a bittersweet feeling, but I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

You lay on the small pile of blankets the guards had given you, staring blankly up at the off-white, dust-covered ceiling. The sun was shining brightly through the window on the opposite side of the room, the warm rays only made you groan as you opened your eyes once more after dozing off. Throwing your arm over your face, you blocked out the harsh beams, wondering how much longer they were going to keep you cooped up in this tiny room.

As if the universe had heard your thoughts, there was a sharp knock at the door, causing you to sit up rather quickly. Another groan fell from your lips as the palm of your hand pressed against the side of your head, trying to ease the dizziness.

“Get up. The mayor wants to see you.” The guard's voice was gruff as he walked over, nudging your foot when you hadn’t moved.

Glaring up at him, you planted your hands on the ground before hoisting yourself to your feet, shaking off the dizziness. The guard, Choi Seungcheol, whom you had met on plenty of occasions, just looked at you with an indifferent gaze and pointed to the door.

“What? Did he finally decide to kick me out?” You asked, a slight undertone of bitterness in your voice.

“With your track record, I wouldn’t be surprised.” He then grabbed your arm, shoving you towards the door, “Now go.”

“Going, going, jeez.” You grumbled, rubbing the spot he had grabbed you before making your way out of the room and down the hall. The whole compound was lively as you walked down the street, kids playing with one another, mothers talking while carrying their weekly rations back to their houses. Not a single soul paid you any mind whatsoever. It was almost as if the rest of the world wasn’t going to straight shit outside out these walls.

“Pick it up, l/n,” Seungcheol grunted, pushing on your back, causing you to stumble forward, and you rolled your eyes.

“You know it wouldn’t hurt you to ask nicely.” You shook your head, not even bothering to look back at him, already knowing that he was wearing that same, annoying, indifferent expression.

“Yeah, you lost ‘nice’ after you stabbed me.” He stated, causing you to grimace slightly at the memory. It was maybe five or six months ago that you had been caught outside of the walls once again, and Seungcheol had found you. However, instead of going easily, you waited for the right moment before taking the small pocket knife you had and stabbing his arm, just enough for him to let go. You didn’t make it very far, though; he inevitably caught you and dragged you back to the compound.

“Whoops…” You let out a short nervous laugh before turning down another street that led to the mayor’s house. Of course it wasn’t hard to miss, he had taken the biggest damn house in the entire compound for himself.

Once you were inside the house, you couldn’t help but feel a sudden unease settle in the pit of your stomach. Something in the back of your head is telling you that something was right and to get out as soon as possible. Then a sense of dread washed over you as a few of the house workers looked over at you before whispering to one another, as if you were walking to death row.

Swallowing thickly, you tear your gaze away from them as you walk up the steps and down the hall to the mayor’s office. Seungcheol knocked on the door before opening it once he heard the loud ‘come in’ from the other side of the door.

“Ah, so nice of you to join us, y/n,” The mayor stood from his desk with a borderline sinister smile on his lips.

Seungcheol shoved you further into the room, causing you to stumble forward a bit. Catching your balance, you stood straight with a sigh, fixing your shirt before looking over at the older man.

“Now I’m sure you can figure out why I’ve called you here.” He rounded his desk, leaning against the front of the old mahogany wood.

You just gave him a deadpan expression; “You’ve finally decided to kick me out?” The almost hopeful tone in your voice caused him to shake his head with a chuckle.

“Now y/n you know I’m not one to kick anyone out,”

“Yeah, because you’d rather kill people.” You grumble quietly, causing the old man to lean forward, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked, a challenging tone in his voice that sent a chill down your spine, and you quickly shook your head, saying it was nothing, “Hmm… I’ve decided to give you another chance to redeem yourself, and it's quite simple, really.”

Your eyebrow cocked at his words, you knew deep down that this man would take any chance he could possibly get to finally get rid of you. Yet he’s never had any real reason to do so without being questioned by the people of the community, so what was he planning this time ‘round?

“You see, we've been given a task by the government.” He started, and your head perked up, “There’s been a rather interesting individual that was found outside of our gates a while back.” Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, not understanding where he was going until the door to the office opened once more.

Spinning around, you saw two guards walking in, dragging someone with them. He looked unconscious as they pulled him further into the room before sitting him in a chair. They then cuffed him to the chair before bowing to the mayor and walking back out of the room.

“Your job is to lead this… thing,” He motioned over to the almost lifeless male, and you looked over, “to the capital.”

Your head snapped back in the mayor’s direction, “The capital? That’s at least a six-month journey!” You exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, Miss l/n, you’ll be very prepared.” He smiled at you, but something about his tone made your stomach turn.

Your eyes then went back to the amber-haired male, seeing that he was still motionless, almost as if he wasn’t breathing at all. Taking a step forward, you noticed a wound that was peeking out of the collar of his shirt, still covered in blood and pus. Gritting your teeth you reached out, poking his shoulder gently before glancing over at the mayor.

“Is he even alive?” You asked, thoughts running through your head. Was he really about to make you lug a dead body all the way to the capital? Does he not realize how rotted that thing would be, not even halfway there?

Glancing back over your shoulder, your heart nearly stopped as you jumped away from the man; his eyes were open, and he was looking directly at you. Your heart started beating rapidly under your ribs as you stared at him. His eyes were brown but had an almost milky film over them, the exact look that you’ve seen on the undead that lurk outside the walls. Even his skin was the same pale complexion, but what really caught your eye was the wound on his collarbone.

A bite mark.

With wide eyes, you looked over at the mayor like he was crazy, “he’s been bitten, why the hell do you have him here?!”

“Yes, he’s been bitten, but he hasn’t fully turned.” The mayor explained before walking over to the male, who just glared at him, but his expression twisted into one of pain when the older man grabbed his hair, yanking his head back.

You almost felt bad at how harsh the man was and took a step forward, but the clicking of a gun kept you in place.

“He only has the look of one of those undead freaks, but he still has complete willpower over himself.” He tugged his hair again, eliciting a low growl, “That’s why the government wants him; maybe they can develop a cure.”

Your mouth suddenly went dry as you finally realized why the mayor had picked you out of everyone to do this job. This wasn’t something as simple as a delivery mission where you could get in and get out. No. This mission could mean life or death for you, where one wrong move could cost you your life. In simple terms.

It was a suicide mission.

“What’s in it for me?” Your voice shook slightly as you thought of all of the possible things that could go wrong.

The mayor chuckled darkly, shoving the male’s head to the side and wiping his hand off on a rag that was sitting on his desk. You felt your nerves spike as he stalked towards you, an unreadable gleam in his eyes. Once he was close enough, he laid his hand on your shoulder before bending down slightly to look you in the eyes.

“Your freedom.” His voice was dark, and the sinister smirk on his lips sent a chill down your spine. “Plus,” he released his hold and stepped back, “there's a five million dollar reward for whoever successfully brings him in.”

Your breath hitched, you would be more than well off with that amount of money. Not only that, but he was offering you your freedom. It’s not like you really had much left in the prison of a compound anyway, so what’s really the worst that could happen?

Swallowing thickly, you nod your head, “okay…” Your voice trembled as you glanced over at the amber-haired male once more, finding him staring directly at you. Sparks shot all throughout your body as you held his gaze, a feeling you couldn’t quite describe. Licking your chapped lips, you tear your eyes away from him and look back at the mayor, who had taken his seat once more. “When do we leave?”

The mayor chuckled, gathering some paperwork that was on his desk and straightening it before looking up at you, “Tomorrow morning.”

You weren’t even given a chance to question the older man any further before Seungcheol was pulling you out of the room and back to the small storage closet you called your room. He shoved you inside the room, standing in the doorway blocking it, not giving you a chance to even think about running off.

“Grab any of the shit you need and let’s go.” He instructed, not giving you a second glance.

Shaking your head, you turned, making a beeline for the corner of the room where all of the blankets had been piled up. Shoving a few out of the way, you grabbed your bag as well as a journal that had fallen out. Quickly, you put it inside the bag before zipping it closed. You then grabbed the locket your mother had given you, fastening it around your neck and standing straight, fingers lingering on the cool metal.

“I’m ready, mister bossy pants.” You walked over to the door, throwing the bag strap over your shoulder.

Seungcheol just gave you a hard look before turning and walking out of the room, leaving you to follow behind him. Walking out into the hall, you noticed another guard waiting by the door. He gave you a once-over before motioning you forward.

The air seemed tense this time around; all of the kids who had once been playing outside were nowhere to be seen, sent inside as the sun was starting to set. The mothers who had been smiling at one another stopped long enough to point at you before whispering with a look of pity covering their features. Something about all of this felt off, like there was more to it than what you had been told, which leaves an uneasy feeling in your gut.

Your fingers tightened around the straps of your bag as you picked up your pace, trying to get out of the way of prying eyes, but it seemed like everywhere you looked, there were more eyes looking your way. Some were looks of pity, others with an uninterested gleam, while the rest looked… relieved.

Trying to ease your nerves, you inhaled deeply before opening your mouth, “Where are we going?” You asked, looking at the back of Seungcheol’s head.

“You’ll see.”

With a sigh, you quietly followed after him until you noticed that he was leading you to the outer part of the compound where they kept the prisoners. A hard gust of wind swept over you, turning your blood icy, and fear started to claw its way into your brain. The sun was practically set, leaving the world around you in an eerie darkness which only deepened your unease.

You wanted to ask why you were here, but you knew that Seungcheol wouldn’t answer you, so you just kept your mouth shut. He led you into the old building, pulling out a flashlight from his vest and turning it on.

The building was too quiet, almost silent. You could clearly hear the echoes of your footsteps bouncing off the walls; it was almost deafening. You knew that they never kept very many people here, only the ones who did some really fucked up shit and those who were bitten while out on a mission.

Getting to the end of the hall, Seungcheol stops in front of a heavily locked door and pulls out a ring of keys from his pocket. Holding the flashlight in his mouth, he shifts through the keys, then when he finds the one he was looking for, he inserts the key into the lock, but not quite unlocking it yet.

Pulling the flashlight out of his mouth, he motions for the guard behind you to step forward and grabs the bag that he was holding out. Grabbing the handle, he holds it out to you, and you look at the object in confusion before looking up to meet his gaze.

“You need to make sure he doesn't look so undead before you leave. I would hate to have you killed before even making it ten feet out of this place.” He told you, his voice holding an edge, and you felt your heart drop.

“Are you leaving me in there with him?” You asked, almost offended by the idea, and Seungcheol only gave you a deadpan expression.

“Mayor’s orders, not mine.” He then pushed the bag into your chest, causing you to grab it before it fell to the ground, before he unlocked the door and shoved it open. Stepping to the side, he gave you a pointed look, and you let out a huff.

Stepping into the room, you took note of the figure that was sitting in the chair across the room, his arms still bound by the handcuffs. He didn’t even move upon hearing you enter the room, making you think that he might be asleep. You then felt a tinge of guilt that he was still cuffed; you knew that it was uncomfortable to sleep like that.

“Here’s the key, it’s up to you whether you wanna uncuff him or not,” Seungcheol told you, tossing the key, which you narrowly caught.

Giving him a sharp glare, you set the bag on the ground, “Are you gonna give me a lantern or do you expect me to just give him a makeover in the dark?”

Seungcheol rolled his eyes before looking over at the other guard, telling him to grab the extra lantern from the hall. After a few short moments, he came back with the lantern in hand and gave it to Seungcheol, who inevitably handed it over to you.

“We’ll be here at the first sign of light.” He told you before shutting the door, leaving absolutely no room for discussion.

Letting out yet another huff, you tuck the lantern in the crook of your arm before reaching down to grab the discarded bag. With everything in your arms, you walked over to the table that was just a few feet away from the motionless male and set everything down.

Turning on the lantern, you opened the bag that Seungcheol gave you. Inside were plenty of medical supplies as well as some food and water. You pulled out all of the medical supplies that you were sure you would need before turning to wake the man up. However, a sharp gasp fell from your lips as you jumped when you saw him once again just staring at you, not saying a word.

“Fucking hell! Do you ever make any noise?” You held your hand over your heart, letting out a sigh before stepping closer to him. Shaking your head, you walked over and started to reach towards him, but he pulled away from your reach.

“Don’t touch me.” His voice was hoarse as he glared up at you, his upper lip pulling up just slightly.

“Look, I’m just trying to clean that,” You pointed towards his collarbone where the bite mark still looked to be bleeding. “Because even though you look dead as hell, you’re still breathing, and I’m pretty sure your heart is still beating, so the last thing I need is for that to get infected and you actually turn on me.”

He looked at you skeptically before slowly leaning more towards you but not saying a word. Reaching hesitantly towards him, you tugged at his collar, tearing the fabric from the wound, causing him to hiss, and you pulled your hand away.

“I swear to god you try to bite me I will kick your ass.” You threatened, glaring at him, and he returned your eyes with a glare of his own. You held his gaze for a moment longer before turning back to the table to grab the disinfectant.

You then started to work on cleaning up the bite wound while keeping a keen eye on him, but he didn’t say or do much besides clenching his jaw when you pressed a little too hard when placing the bandage over it.

“There.” You said triumphantly as you moved away, wiping your hands off on your jeans. He just nodded his head before looking over at the window once more, and your lips pulled into a thin line.

With a curt nod, you turn around to put everything back into the bag and zip it back up. Once it was zipped and pushed to the side, you turned around and leaned against the flimsy wood. You took the moment to actually study his features; his cheeks held a slight pink tint, covered in freckles. His amber-colored hair was tousled, but still somehow looked decent, and his ear held a few earrings.

“When did they find you?” The question fell from your lips before you could even comprehend it.

He glanced over at you for a moment before moving his gaze back to the window, “Maybe a week or two ago. I have no clue.”

His response caused your eyebrows to scrunch together in confusion. If they’ve had him in here for that long, why are you just now hearing about it? Not only that, but if he had been here for that long, why had his bite wound looked so fresh? Something about it was just fishy and didn’t sit right with you. Your eyes then trailed down his arms, seeing the scarred over cuts here and there as well as some fresh ones.

“Did they do that to you?” The words fell from your lips before you could even process them, and you quickly bit your tongue, unsure if you had just touched a sensitive topic. However, upon seeing the deadpan expression that crossed the man’s face, you felt as if you had just asked the dumbest question known to mankind. Inhaling deeply, you just curtly nodded your head before telling him to just forget it, and turned back to the table.

The room fell silent as you started cleaning up all of the supplies that had been sprawled across the table. Your mind swirling, something about the man behind you didn’t sit right with you. How did they keep him here without anyone knowing? And what the hell were they doing to him?

“I had just been separated from my group when we ran into a horde, and I got too close to the gates.” His voice almost startled you, but you just listened as your hands slowed. “I told them that I had already been bitten, so I’d just leave, but they didn’t care and grabbed me.” Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he continued to tell you about what they had done to him, but you felt your stomach turn when he told you that they had let him be bitten multiple times to ‘test’ his immunity.

“Fuck.” You cursed lowly as you turned back around to look at him, but his gaze was still stuck on the window in front of him. It’s no wonder that his bite wound still looked fresh; they had just ‘tested’ him again. You knew that the mayor was cruel, and you were stupid to believe that he wouldn’t even remotely be cruel enough to do something so inhumane.

The air around the two of you grew thick with tension, thick enough that you were sure that if you were to take your knife out, you’d be able to cut right through it. Suddenly, you remembered the key that was still sitting in the pocket of your jeans.

Taking a hesitant step forward you weighed the pros and cons of unlocking those handcuffs. On one hand he wouldn’t do anything but give you that same harsh look he has for the last half hour you’ve been in here. Then on the other he’d take the chance to attack you, either eating you like a midnight snack or trying to use you as a bargaining chip. However, he would be in for a world of hurt if he went that route, they didn’t care about whether or not you live. Hell they’d probably be happy to finally have you off of their hands.

Letting out a sigh, you pulled the key out of your pocket and walked around the redhead, your sudden movement causing his head to snap in your direction.

“What are you doing?” His voice was gruff as he tried to pull away, but it was futile; the chair wasn’t gonna go anywhere.

Your eyes swept over the room before landing on a line of pipes along the wall underneath the window. Turning back to him, you bent down and grabbed one of his wrists, his skin cold under your touch. Goosebumps littered his arm as he tried to look back at you, uneasy about not being able to see what you were doing.

“I’m moving you. Who knows how long you’ve been stuck in these cuffs, and I know for a fact that you've got to be uncomfortable.” Your voice held a tinge of sas as you unlocked one of the cuffs before weaving it out of the bars before standing straight.

A part of you half expected him to make a run for it the moment you even remotely took your hands off of him, but he never moved. Once you were back on your feet, you turned back to him only to find him staring at you, an unreadable expression plastered on his face.

Without saying a word, you grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the chair, and thankfully, he didn’t put up a fight. You walked around the chair before stopping by the wall, before telling him to sit.

“Give me your hand.” Crouching down, you held a hand out, waiting for him to do as told, and after a moment of him just staring at you, he held his still-cuffed hand out to you. Grabbing the empty cuff, you hooked it around the pipes, “Sorry, but I still can’t trust that you won’t actually turn and eat me in my sleep.”

You were once again met with silence, and you weren’t sure what bothered you more, that he hadn’t said a word or that cold, dead look in his eyes as he looked at you. Curling your lips into a straight line, you stood back up, dusting your hands off on your jeans. Walking over to the desk once more, you pulled the chair out before sitting down, but as soon as your back touched the cool metal, a shiver ran down your spine. You hadn’t noticed how cold it was in the room before now, or maybe it was because the sun had gone away, taking its warmth with it.

Rolling your shoulders, you opted to try to ignore the low temperature and grabbed the old, haggard book that was in your bag. Flipping to the dog-eared page and picking up where you had left off.

The room was filled with a stilled silence, and you weren’t sure how much time had passed, nor had you noticed the redhead who was staring blankly at the wall on the other side of the room, his nails picking at the skin on the back of his hand.

“Why you?” His voice startled you, but you gathered yourself quickly before looking over at him, confused.

“Huh?”

“Of all the people they could have taken me to the capital, why you?” He asked, eyes flickering over to you as you set the book down in your lap.

You sat there for a moment contemplating what you could tell him, “do you want the honest answer or some bullshit they’d feed you?”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, not entirely sure what you meant, “the honest answer.” His tone was unsure, but you chose to ignore it.

“They’re trying to find a reasonable excuse to get rid of me.” You told him, crossing your legs before leaning back in your chair.

It’s not like it was a lie; they really were trying to get rid of you, but you weren’t entirely sure what their whole plan was, because you knew they wouldn’t just let you walk away with that reward money. Your eyes then flickered over to him once more, only to find that same borderline irritating, unreadable expression on his face.

“Why haven’t you tried to talk me out of it?” You were curious; any normal person would be trying to find any way they could to be set free, rather than face whatever the hell awaited you at the capital. But he hasn’t, not even once.

“Would you consider it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow once more.

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Exactly.” He stated plainly, averting his gaze elsewhere, “It’s pointless, so why even bother? Plus if they really use me to find a cure for this nightmare of an earth then albeit.”

Nodding softly, you let the room fall into silence once more before you sat the book down on the desk and reached for the lantern, turning the small knob until the room was engulfed in darkness. The only source of light was the crescent moon that illuminated the room enough to see your hand in front of your face.

“We’re gonna have a long day ahead of us, so you should try to get some rest.” You spoke in general as you propped your feet on top of the desk, grabbed your book, and leaned back.

Just then, a sudden thought came to mind, and you glanced over at the redhead, who was leaning back against the wall. However, upon seeing the soft glow of the moon illuminate his outline, most thoughts left your brain. He was attractive; you couldn’t deny that, even with some of those deathly features.

Your heart lurched into your throat when his eyes opened and flickered over to you. The moonlight reflected in his milky eyes, almost making them glow. Swallowing thickly, you averted your gaze, heat blooming across your cheeks, and you were thankful that the room was dark.

“The name’s y/n by the way.” You told him, eyes finding their way back to his figure once more, and you almost let out a breath of relief when you noticed that his eyes were closed.

“Yeosang.” His reply was curt as he turned his body a bit so he wasn’t facing you anymore, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed, but you brushed it off.

“Good talk.” You quipped, leaning back in your chair once more before you opened the book and placed it over your face. The room fell into a still silence for the nth time that night, so it wasn’t long before you dozed off, not even noticing the eyes that were flickering to you every once in a while.

The next morning, there was a loud bang on the door that pulled you from your sleep. The book that was once covering your face falls to the ground with a thud as you jump. Letting out a yawn, you pull your legs off the table, sitting up in the chair after your feet hit the ground.

After rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you looked over just as the door swung open, and Seungcheol and his men came into the room, a stern look on the older male’s face. He glanced over at you as you stood from your chair, arms raised above your head.

“Time to go,” His tone was stern, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“What? No good morning?” You teased Seungcheol, which only got you a glare in return before he motioned for the two guards behind him to grab Yeosang. You watched with a grimace as they roughly pulled the male from the ground after undoing the cuffs and shoving him into the chair. Your heart then dropped as they pulled out some kind of mask contraption. “Is that really necessary?” You asked, looking back over at Seungcheol, who looked like he was a second away from blowing a fuse.

He walks towards you with quick strides, causing your heart to leap; you take a step back as he gets closer. Without a word, he grabs your bag off the table before shoving it into your chest, and you barely have any time to grab it before he lets go and grabs your arm. He then proceeds to push you towards the door, causing you to stumble, but you are quick to regain your balance.

“I won’t say it again, let’s go.” Seungcheol’s voice was laced with annoyance, causing all of the words to disappear off your tongue before just muttering an ‘okay’ and making your way towards the door after the other soldiers pulled Yeosang out of the room.

Not a word was spoken as you walked out of the old building, your eyes trailed around the compound, noticing that there were more people than usual out and about. All of their eyes, however, were on you, or more so, the redhead that was being pulled in front of you.

Glancing up, you saw that Yeosang’s head was hanging low, his jaw was tight as he allowed the two soldiers to pull him along. Swallowing thickly, you turned back around, trying to ignore the prying eyes and the dull unease that had settled in the pit of your stomach.

Once you arrived at the gates, Seungcheol stopped everyone before turning towards you and reaching behind him. Your heart skipped a beat as you thought for a moment that he was just about to end you here, but a small breath fell from your lips when he pulled the pistol out, handle facing you.

Reaching out, you wrapped your fingers around the handle, but Seungcheol didn’t release it, causing you to look up at him, confused, only to find an unreadable expression on his face, which made you even more confused.

“Don’t even think about trying anything funny or you won’t make it out of here without lookin’ like a net ball.” He warned you, and you just gave him a curt nod, trying not to let out the laugh you were holding from his comparison. After a few more tense moments, he released the weapon, allowing you to put it in the holster strapped to your hip. Even as confused as you were by the whole interaction, you decided to just brush it off, seeing as it wasn’t worth making a scene over.

“Where’s my bat at?” You asked, glancing up at the older male as he just rolled his eyes before turning to call for one of his men. Not even a few moments later, they returned with your bat, handing it to Seungcheol, who then turned to give it to you. You then took the modified bat in your hands with a wide grin on your lips.

“Open the gate,” Seungcheol shouted before the loud creak of the metal filled the air as the gates were pulled open, causing your heart to start racing slightly as the whole situation became real. They were forcing you out to do a mission that could very well result in your own death, but you knew not doing as they said would also result in your death. So with a sigh, you straighten your shoulders before looking over at Seungcheol.

“Guess I’m not gonna get a goodbye or good luck?” You asked with a smirk as you looked at the man, who only gave you a hard look.

He then reached over, grabbing Yeosang before proceeding to shove him into your arms, causing you to stumble slightly. You yelped as you almost fell, but you felt strong hands wrap around your arm, steadying you, and you looked over at Yeosang, who was looking at the commander who stood before you.

“You know the deal.” Then, with that, he pushed you both out of the compound, and as the gates closed, you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of pity flash in the older male’s eyes, but then the metal slammed shut with an almost deafening thud.

You stare at the dull metal for a few moments, trying to decipher if what you saw was real or just a trick of the eye. The feeling of a slight tug on your arm brought you out of your trance, causing you to look over where Yeosang was standing, staring at you with a blank look.

Grabbing the redhead's arm softly, you start to pull him away, only to be stopped by the voice of one of the guards at the gate’s watch tower.

“Well, lookie here, seems y/n is finally where she belongs.” One of the guards spoke before laughing, which in turn caused the other to laugh, before adding, “Hey, who knows, maybe the universe will do us a solid and get rid of her for us.”

Your jaw clenched tightly as you tried to ignore their antics, but the other guard's next few sentences caused your blood to boil.

“Hey zombie boy, I’m sure she’d make a great midnight snack. Don’t let her go to waste though, sad to see such a nice piece of ass go to waste.”

Heat crept up your neck, and you felt Yeosang stifling in your hold, causing you to look over at him, only to find him glaring daggers at the two men in the towers. You knew they weren’t worth your breath, so you just let out a sigh before tugging on Yeosang’s arm.

“Ignore them, let’s go.” You then walked away with Yeosang’s arm in your hand, leaving the annoying laughter to fade into the background.

Not a word was spoken between the two of you for at least the first half hour of walking until you suddenly stopped, turning towards him. Yeosang looked at you with a raised eyebrow, taking a step back as you stepped closer to him.

“Hold still, I’m just taking this stupid contraption off.” You muttered, “Hold this, too.” You hand him your bat before reaching for the straps of the mask they had put on him.

Yeosang felt his heart lurch in his chest as the skin of your palm touched his ear, the warmth seeping into his body. His body was unimaginably still as you pulled it over his head, standing on your tippy toes in order to do so.

Once the mask was off, you pulled the small key that was still in your pocket out and unlocked the cuffs. You then tossed the objects off to the side of the road before turning to look at him, a borderline annoyed expression on your face.

Yeosang looked at you for a moment as he handed your bat back into your awaiting hands, waiting to see if you would say anything, but no words left your lips as you turned and started walking down the road once more. After a few steps, you noticed that he wasn’t behind you, so you looked over your shoulder.

“Come on, we can make a good distance before nightfall.” You told him, fixing your hold on your bat and turning back around, walking forward, this time with Yeosang following behind.

Just like you had hoped you had made good time before the sun started to set, leaving the sky a mixture of purples, pinks and oranges. Then to top it off you knew a good spot nearby that you both could camp out in for the night.

When you suddenly walked off of the road and into the woods Yeosang stopped, watching you for a moment unsure of what you were doing. He looked around and noticed that he had no idea where he was so without much of another thought he turned and followed where you had disappeared into the trees.

Breaking through the foliage you spotted the cave that you have found yourself at many many times in the past, a small smile spreading on your lips as you walked inside. Yeosang felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand tall as he took in his surroundings, there was a small fire pit in the center that looked like it had been used relatively recently.

“It looks like someone was here, what if they come back?” He asked, not really wanting to deal with any more people, but he blinked a few times when you just shrugged the bag off of your shoulders before taking a seat on one of the logs by the firepit.

“That someone would be me,” You told him, glancing in his direction for a moment before turning to put together another fire.

Yeosang’s eyes narrowed skeptically, not fully believing what you had just said. However, the soreness in his legs was screaming at him to just sit down so he pushed the unease to the side and walked over to the other log before sitting down. A small huff leaving his lips when he felt all of his muscles relax,

You pulled the backpack in front of you before searching through it, finding some of the food they had thrown inside. Grabbing it, you set it aside to zip the bag back up, then set it off to the side once again.

“Here.” Your voice pulled Yeosang from his thoughts and he looked up, finding you holding out one of the cracker snacks to him. He muttered a small thanks as he took the package and opened it, eating one of the crackers.

After making sure the fire was going you sat back, dusting your hands off on your jeans. You then grabbed the pistol that Seungcheol had given you out of the holster, popping the clip out. Once the clip was in your hand a small piece of paper slipped halfway out of the chamber causing your eyebrows to scrunch together.

As you were pulling the paper from the chamber you noticed the bullets in the chamber looked off. A small laugh of disbelief fell from your lips catching Yeosang’s attention. He watched in confusion as you started to pop the bullets out of the clip one by one until they were all out. When you popped the last bullet out you turned your hand letting them all fall to the ground, the sound of hollow bullets filled the air and anger bubbled deep in your gut as you realized that they had given you empty bullets.

“What’s wrong?” Yeosang asked, sitting up from leaning against the cave wall, but you didn’t say a word as you grabbed the bag Seungcheol gave you once more and grabbed the boxes of bullets that were inside.

Hurriedly you opened the box and with just one look you could tell that most of the bullets inside were also fakes.

“These are filled with blanks.” You told Yeosang, not sparing him a glance as you grabbed the note Seungcheol hid in the gun with a bitter laugh expecting it to be some kind of cruel joke he had left just to torment you.

However, when you opened the note your eyes went wide as you read the words that were written inside.

‘Watch your back out there, they have more planned than you think. Also check the lining in the back of the bag.’

His name was then signed at the bottom of the note and your eyebrows scrunched together, hands shaking as you tried to process what he meant. Swallowing thickly you grabbed the bag, running your fingers over the lining in the back of the bag before you found a small opening. Pulling it open after breaking some of the threads, reaching inside you felt a box.

Yeosang watched from the other side of the fire, unsure of what to do in this situation because he knew that you mentioned the mayor wanting to get rid of you, but he hadn’t expected him to leave you with little to nothing to protect yourself.

His eyes then widened slightly as you pulled out another box of bullets, leading him to wonder what was written in that note. However, he didn’t get a chance to ask before you sat the box on the ground before standing up, grabbing your bat.

“I’m gonna go scout out the area, get some rest.” Your voice wavered slightly as you turned, making your way towards the opening of the cave.

“Hey, you can’t–” Yeosang’s words fell on deaf ears as you disappeared out of the cave without another word. He let out a huff before slumping back onto the wall, “so annoying.”

You knocked branches out of your way as you walked further into the woods, your grip on the bat tight. Thoughts were swirling around in your head, trying to figure out what the hell Seungcheol had meant by they had more planned. What else could they possibly want? They’ve already practically sent you to your death by making you go on this ridiculous mission.

Anger, frustration, fear, anxiety, you name it started to boil over in your gut causing tears to brim in your eyes. You wanted to scream, to throw something, to let out all of these emotions, but this wasn’t the right time unless you wanted to draw every undead thing within a fifty mile radius to you. So you crouched down, running your fingers through your hair and taking a deep breath.

You just have to make it to the capital, then all of this will be over, and you can finally be free. Even if it was gonna be a long journey, you knew that you had to make it or else everything you’ve done so far would be a waste.

So, standing to your feet, you inhaled deeply before releasing a shaky breath, and you then turned to walk back to the cave.

The following weeks seemed to pass by in a blur, mostly filled with silence as the two of you walked. Every once in a while, you would talk, but it was almost as if you were talking to a brick wall. Yeosang barely uttered a word, except a few hums or short responses.

Even now, as you walk side-by-side, you try to think of anything to say to break the silence that had been hanging in the air for the last three hours. Yet nothing came to mind. Grumbling softly, you decided that it would probably be better to stay quiet.

Then there was a tugging at your gut. Telling you that something wasn’t right. So you stop, grabbing Yeosang’s arm in the process, causing him to stop and look back at you. Your eyes darted around, surveying the area around you.

“Wha–” Yeosang started to ask, but you held a hand up, silencing him as you continued to look around.

Your stomach drops as you notice the markings on a few of the trees near you. This wasn’t good; no, you were walking right into someone else's territory. Quickly, you turned, tugging on Yeosang’s arm. “We need to go.”

Yeosang looked at you, confused. Everything was fine, so what changed now? However, before he could even open his mouth to ask, a new voice tore through the air.

“Why not stop by y/n?” His voice caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall, dread creeping up your spine as your hold on Yeosang grew tighter. You turned slightly, looking over to find one of your old classmates standing there, arms crossed over his chest. Juyeon looked at you with an amused smirk before his eyes flickered over to Yeosang. His smirk grew wider, his hands falling to his sides as he took you in, “You sure picked up an interesting hobby.”

Your jaw locked tight, eyes narrowing as you pulled Yeosang closer to your body. The redhead looked down at you, a flicker of surprise flashing in his milky orbs, but it was gone as soon as it came.

“It’s none of your business, Juyeon,” You stated bitterly, “we’re just passing by.”

You knew you needed to get out of here as soon as possible because you knew what Juyeon was capable of. Staying longer than necessary would only raise the chances of something happening to you or, worse, Yeosang.

You were prepared to get away, but that idea was instantly crushed once you caught sight of two of Juyeon’s men standing behind you, guns in hand.

“Fuck.” You hissed quietly, grip never loosening on Yeosang’s arm as you tried to think of an escape plan.

The sound of a gun clicking behind you caused your body to go rigid, even if the cool metal wasn’t touching you, yet you could still feel the weight of it. Turning around slowly, you became face-to-face with the barrel of a gun. Yeosang’s breath hitched, his hand wrapping around your wrist, ready to pull you away.

“Do you really think I’m scared to die, Juyeon?” Your voice was cold as you looked past the gun, right at the dark-haired male who just gave you a smug grin. You ignored Yeosang’s tugging as you held Juyeon’s gaze, not daring to back down.

A sinister smirk spread across his face, causing an unease to settle in your bones, “Oh, I know you aren’t, however…” He then turned the gun until it was pointed directly at Yeosang, causing you to freeze, “he seems pretty important.”

Your heart drops, trying to rack your brain for anything that would get him to drop the gun. Yet as soon as you started to open your mouth, it was as if the world went into slow motion. In a matter of seconds, Yeosang pulled your body behind him as he pulled the gun from Juyeon’s hands, pointing his pistol right back at him.

The air around you grew tense, and your heart beat sporadically in your chest, almost loud enough to deafen any other noise around you. Unconsciously, your fingers wrapped around the back of Yeosang’s shirt, head on a swivel.

“You’ve got some balls, I’ll give you that.” Juyeon chuckled, clapping his hands, which only made Yeosang’s glare deepen. His finger wrapped around the trigger, ready to pull it at a moment's notice. “But unless you want y/n’s pretty brain splattered all over these woods, I suggest you drop the gun.”

Yeosang’s shoulders tensed up at the mention of you, and your breath hitched, until you finally noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. You knew Juyeon wasn’t one to bluff; he never had been. So you released Yeosang’s shirt before stepping to his side, grabbing his wrist.

“Listen to him, Yeosang, there’s a sniper in the trees.” You told him quietly, and his eyes flickered over to you, watching as you gave him a small nod in the direction you had seen the movement.

Reluctantly, Yeosang lowers the weapon before dropping it to the ground with a ‘thump’. Juyeon smirked, a gleam in his eyes that made your stomach twist.

“Good choice.” His voice was smooth, yet in the blink of an eye, he motioned for his men to grab Yeosang.

“Hey!” You exclaimed as they pulled him from your grasp, but before you could move, Juyeon walked over after grabbing his gun and threw an arm around your shoulder. His hold was strong, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to break out of it easily.

“C’mon, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” Juyeon looked down at you with a borderline psychotic grin, sending a chill down your spine.

As he pulled you forward, you turned your head to check in on Yeosang, seeing him with that same unreadable expression, which made you feel even more uneasy. You needed to get the both of you out of this and as soon as possible.

Your unease only seemed to grow as you stepped foot into the compound, your ears ringing loudly as Juyeon pulled you toward a house. One you could only guess was his. Your eyes flickered around, internally mapping your best escape.

You and Yeosang were then pulled into the house, the door shutting with a heavy thud. You swallowed thickly as you heard the lock click into place, which was only going to make your escape that much harder.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Juyeon said with a flourish as he pushed you down onto the couch. His men pushed Yeosang into a chair off to your right.

You looked over at the redhead who just gave you a curt nod, his jaw tight as he watched the dark-haired male sit down next to you.

Juyeon looked over at Yeosang, studying him with a slight smirk, “ya know you look pretty dead for someone who’s still breathin’.”

His comment caused your lip to twitch slightly, eyes narrowing into a glare as you looked over at him, “Again, it’s none of your damn business.”

Your words only caused Juyeon to chuckle, leaning back in his seat as he laid an arm over the back. However, he wasn’t able to say anything before one of his men came in, walking right over to him and leaning down to whisper something. Whatever he was told caused his eyes to flicker over to Yeosang, and that caused your heart to lurch.

They had found out who he was.

Biting down on your tongue, you let your eyes travel all across the room, trying to map out the best escape route that would get both you and Yeosang out unscathed. Sensing what you were doing, Yeosang shifted in his seat, but then you were pulled from your head as a glass was handed to you.

You looked at the glass before looking over at Juyeon with a raised eyebrow, a nagging voice in the back of your head telling you not to trust it. Juyeon just motioned to the glass as he crossed his legs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you reached over and grabbed the glass, looking down at the clear liquid inside, which you could only guess was water. You felt a small nudge on your foot, causing your eyes to flicker over to Yeosang, who was looking at you with a look that said, ‘Don’t drink it’.

Inhaling sharply, you brought the glass to your lips, tilting it until the liquid barely touched your lips, just enough to make it look like you took a drink. Bringing it back down, you leaned forward, placing the glass down on the table in front of you, getting ready to speak.

You barely got a sound out before the men who were still standing next to Yeosang’s chair grabbed the redhead. He tried to pull out of their hold as you jumped from your seat, shouting for them to let him go.

However, the room started to spin as if you had suddenly been put on a merry-go-round. You shook your head, trying to quell the dizziness, while Yeosang called out to you. Juyeon let out a chuckle as he watched you drop back down onto the couch, head in your hands, a weak whisper falling from your lips, “I didn’t even drink it.”

“Y/n!” Yeosang shouted, trying to yank his arms free, “Let. Me. Go!”

Juyeon moved closer to you, brushing your hair away from your neck, and leaned in until his lips brushed your ear, “I knew you wouldn’t drink it, so I put it on the rim.”

“Get off her!” Yeosang growled, managing to pull one arm free, but they were quick to grab him again, kicking the back of his knees, causing him to fall to the ground. You weakly called out Yeosang’s name, trying to move towards him, but Juyeon grabbed your arm, keeping you in place.

The smirk fell from Juyeon’s as annoyance flared up, a glare now adorning his features. He looked at his men, motioning for them to leave, “Lock him up, we’ll leave first thing in the morning.”

“No…” You tried to protest, despite your blurred vision. You tried to fight against the drug, but whatever Juyeon had given you was strong. Way too strong.

Yeosang’s name fell from your lips one last time as they pulled him out of the house before your vision went completely black and your body fell back against the couch.

A sinister smirk spread across Juyeon’s annoyed features once again as he leaned over you, grabbing your jaw in his hand and squishing your cheeks. He leaned down until he was a breath away from you, “You were bound to lose, that drug was strong enough to knock an elephant on its ass. You’re not getting away from me this time.”

He then shoved your jaw out of his hand, watching as your body lay across the couch. Letting out a huff, he ran his fingers through his hair before looking over at one of his remaining men, pointing at your motionless body.

“Lock her up and make sure she doesn’t come out.” He instructed the men, who gave him a curt nod and walked over to grab you. Once you were out of sight, Juyeon bit the inside of his cheek before making a beeline for the front door to figure out what to do with the half-dead male that seemed to be glued to your side.

Your eyes slowly opened, your head pounding as you tried to recall what happened. Sitting up, you rubbed your temples trying to ease the throbbing, but to no avail. Looking around, you realized that this wasn’t your room. Then it all came crashing back into you, and you quickly jumped out of the bed.

The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the soft light that was coming from a lantern that sat on the dresser on the opposite side of the room. Finding the door, you made quick strides to it, wrapping your fingers around the handle, praying that by some miracle it would be unlocked. But it wasn’t.

“Fuck.” You cursed lowly before turning, running your fingers through your hair, trying to think of something because the longer you were stuck in here, the sooner they would be leaving with Yeosang.

Walking over to the window, you checked the latches to make sure they were unlocked, and once they were, you tried opening the window, but it wouldn’t budge. Cursing, you looked down, seeing that they had sealed it shut.

You knew that they were going to take Yeosang to the capital, probably for the reward, but you weren’t about to let that happen. It wasn’t even about the money, but then again, you weren’t even sure why you were so adamant about getting both him and you out. Wouldn’t it be easier for you if they just took him and you got out free? Yet just thinking about it caused your heart to twist, a sharp pain erupting from your chest, causing you to hiss.

Inhaling sharply, you started looking around the room for anything that could pry the window open. You had to be quick, but also as quiet as possible, so as not to alert anyone in the house or the compound once you got out.

Walking over to a door that you believed was the closet, you tore it open only to be surprised by the bathroom on the other side. Looking around the bedroom one last time, you stepped into the small bathroom, searching the cabinets for anything useful, but most were empty.

Letting out a groan, you wrapped your fingers around the edge of the counter, leaning your head down. You grumbled to yourself that if you had to break the window, you would, but as soon as you lifted your head, you saw a window above the toilet through the mirror.

Quickly turning around with wide eyes, you walked over to the toilet, stepping on top of the lid until you could see out of the small window. You unlatched the locks and prayed that it would open and not be sealed like the other one was.

As soon as the wood creaked open, you let out a breath that you hadn’t even realized that you were holding. Pushing it open more, you reached up on your tippy toes to look over the ledge. It wasn’t a far drop, but you wouldn’t come out without a few cuts and bruises because of the bushes that were right under the window.

“Now isn’t the time to worry about that. I need to get out.” You mumbled to yourself as you climbed off the toilet. Walking over, you shut the bathroom door to try and muffle as much noise as possible.

Climbing back up the toilet, you used your upper body strength to pull yourself through the window. Throwing one leg out, you carefully pulled the other out before letting your body drop to the ground. You tucked into yourself to minimize the damage, but you could still feel the ache in your bones as you landed. Without sparing a second, you climbed back to your feet, ignoring the stinging from the cuts on your body, and scrambled to the side of the house.

You pressed your back against the rough brick as soon as you heard voices, holding your breath as you peeked around, finding two of Juyeon’s men. They were talking about Yeosang, and you knew because of the undead comments, causing your hands to clench into fists. Thankfully, they let slip where they were holding Yeosang, and you slipped past them quietly.

Using the shadows and distractions around you managed to make it to the small shed where they were holding Yeosang. Looking over, you noticed that there were two guards standing outside the door, talking to each other, blissfully unaware of your presence.

Coming up with a quick plan to get them away, you snuck around the back of the building and found a hefty rock. Grabbing it, you then find a smaller one and throw it at a tree off to the side. The reaction was almost instant, and you pressed yourself closer to the building, waiting.

“What was that?” One of the guards asked, looking over his shoulder at the tree where you had just thrown the rock.

“Probably just an animal, you worry too much.” The other guard chuckled before returning to the stick he was whittling with his hunting knife.

“No animal makes that noise nowadays.” The first guard said before standing, “I’m going to check it out.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, not bothering to spare him a glance.

You crouched down right around the corner, waiting for him to move just out of sight of the other guard. You watched as he got closer to the tree and further away from his buddy, then once he crouched down to inspect the tree, you made your move. On quick feet, you walked up behind him, raising the rock before bringing it down. Hard.

He didn’t make a sound as he dropped to the ground, and you dropped the rock before searching his body for anything useful. You detached the knife from his belt before pulling the rifle off his body and slinging it over your shoulder.

Jogging back to the shed, you peeked around the corner, seeing that the other guard was still sitting there, now whistling to himself. Rolling your eyes you crept around to the other side, rifle in hand and once you were right behind him you used the butt of the rifle to hit him right at the base of the skull. Just like his buddy, he crumpled to the ground without a noise, and you searched his pockets, looking for the keys. When you found them, you stood straight and made your way to the door.

Yeosang sat inside the dark shed, eyes focused on the wall on the other side of the small room. His hand had started to go numb due to the position they had him cuffed, but that was the least of his worries. However, upon hearing the sound of the lock clicking, he stood to his feet, expecting it to be a guard.

They shouldn’t be back yet, though he couldn’t see outside, he knew that it wasn’t daylight yet. His hands balled into fists, eyes trained on the door, expecting them to come in and poke at him once again.

Yet his eyes went wide when the door flew open, and the guard he had expected to be there wasn’t a guard at all. It was you. Upon seeing him standing there, you rushed in, keys still tight in your hands as you reached for his cuffed hand.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, even in the darkness, you could see the busted lip he sported. His once shocked expression melted away, replaced by his usual neutral expression.

“I’m fine, are you?” His tone was flat, but there were still hints of worry as he took in the small, bleeding cuts that littered your hands, arms, neck, and face.

“Oh, you know, just dandy.” You gave him a small smirk before unlatching the cuffs from the wall after finding the key, then unlocking the cuff around his wrist. “C’mon, we need to get out of here before they notice I’m gone.”

Yeosang gave you a curt nod before following you out of the shed, eyes on a swivel as you jogged across the street. Sneaking between the houses, you looked over at him, nodding towards the wall. The redhead nodded before looking back to check once more before following after you.

Just as you emerged from the side of the house, someone grabbed your arm. You let out a gasp and grabbed the knife that was now attached to your hip, ready to stab whoever it was. However, whoever it was grabbed your wrist before the knife could make contact with their neck, a groan falling from their lips.

“Y/n!” The person exclaimed, causing your eyes to widen and your body to relax slightly. Before you could say anything, though, an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back, creating a safe distance between you and the perpetrator.

Yeosang glared at the male, his arm slipping from your waist to step in front of you, ready to attack if needed. You looked up at the back of his head with semi-wide eyes, your heart beating furiously under your ribs as heat crept up your neck.

Shaking your head, you pushed the weird feeling away for the time being before stepping to Yeosang’s side, finally seeing who it was that had grabbed you. Your breath hitched in your throat as you found one of your childhood best friends, “Jacob?”

“Long time no see y/n.” He offered you a small smile, but it was quickly wiped away as he stepped forward, “As much as I would love to catch up, we can’t waste time. Here.” He handed out a bag towards you, which you quickly took, lugging it onto your shoulders before taking your bat, which he was holding as well.

“Thank you,” You offered him a small smile, adjusting your bag and handing the rifle you were holding over to Yeosang, who took it without a word, but his eyes were still trained on the male in front of you.

“Don’t mention it, but if you follow the wall here that way, there’s a false wall. You’ll be able to get out there, be safe.” Jacob explained, pointing in the direction to your left, then he patted your shoulder softly, “See you around y/n.”

“Thank you, Jacob, but you should go before Juyeon notices.” You nodded at him before turning to grab Yeosang’s wrist, pulling him with you. Jacob watched until you were out of sight before turning and returning to his post, knowing that Juyeon would realize that you were gone sooner or later, and he was going to try to divert him as much as possible.

Following Jacob’s instructions, you found the false wall he had mentioned. Releasing Yeosang’s wrist, you pushed against it. A small breath of relief fell from your lips as it moved. Wrapping your fingers around it, you moved it to the side just enough for you and Yeosang to get out.

“Go.” You instructed the redhead, who looked at you with a raised eyebrow, but you couldn’t waste any time right now. Grabbing his arm, you pushed him towards the opening, and he shrugged your hand off before stepping through, low grumbles following. Ignoring him, you followed behind and then stopped to fix the wall so that it looked as you had found it.

“C’mon.” You situated the bag on your shoulders before the two of you took off running deeper into the woods, the trees providing the perfect cover.

You weren’t sure how long you had been running, but as soon as you found a small alcove, both of you stopped. With a huff, you sat down on a rock, taking the backpack off to find something to clean your and Yeosang’s wounds. Grabbing the disinfectant, you stood and walked over to Yeosang, who was leaning against the wall, a distant look in his eyes.

“Here, let me clean yo–” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he grabbed the stuff from your hand and walked off.

Confused, you stood there for a moment, unsure of what had just happened. Shaking your head, you just brushed it off as him going back to how he was before, and walked back over to the back. Sitting down, you started cleaning your own wounds, your jaw tight as you pulled stray branches from a few of the cuts.

Once they were cleaned and the deeper ones were wrapped, you stuffed everything back into the bag before looking over at Yeosang, “We’ll leave once the sun is up.”

When you didn’t get any sort of response from him, you pursed your lips but decided to just leave it to try and get some rest before you continued your journey in a few hours.

The days that followed left you even more confused and annoyed. Yeosang’s distant behavior was even worse; he didn’t say a word. If he did respond to you, it was always the same curt or rude response that left you speechless. His attitude was starting to get under your skin, unsure if you had done anything, but hell, if you had, he could’ve been up front about it.

At one point, you gave up trying to even communicate with him altogether, not unless absolutely necessary. So the days that followed in silence, both of you would walk until you found a place to camp out.

That was until you got to a town, where you knew that finding a place to camp out would be easy. That was if it was clear of humans and zombies. The sun was starting to set, and you saw a factory-like building off to your left that looked habitable, so you stopped.

“Do you think it’ll be clear?” You tried to look for the door, and Yeosang just rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff, causing you to glare at him.

“Oh, I’m sure with the door wide open, there won’t be anything inside.” He quipped, his tone mocking as he turned away from you.

Anger started to bubble in your gut as you looked at him. You had thought that you guys were doing just fine. But now? Now you weren’t even sure what the hell had happened. However, you knew that you were growing tired of his attitude.

“Can you not be an ass for like five minutes and help me clear it out?” You asked, your voice shaking as you tried to keep quiet, not wanting to attract nearby attention.

“How am I being an ass? I’m just stating the obvious.”

Your eye twitched as you looked at him, and your last thread of patience from over the last few days finally wore thin. “I don’t know what crawled up your ass but I need you to pull it out and help me here.” Your voice rose higher than you wanted, which easily attracted a few zombies in the vicinity.

Your eyes grew wide, and your body stiffened as you noticed more and more zombies gathering due to the noise.

“Shit, Yeosang now isn’t the time for this.” You hissed quietly, grabbing his arm and trying to get him to follow you, but to your surprise, he just shrugged you off, taking a step back.

“You wanna scout out the area, see if it can keep them out.” His words were like a knife to the gut; he pretty much just told you to serve yourself on a silver platter for the undead around you. And as if that wasn’t enough, he turned and walked right through the small herd without a care in the world.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest as you watched him go. Was he really about to leave you to fend for yourself? Your mouth ran dry as the zombies got closer, your hands starting to shake as you looked around.

Without much of a choice, you took off towards the building to your left, using your bat to fend off a few of the stragglers in front of you. You darted inside, narrowly missing the hands of one zombie, and your ears were ringing loudly as you ran. The walls seemed to move as you ran down the hall, not caring to kill any of the zombies because it would just hinder you.

Turning down the hall, you found a closet. Without missing a beat, you tore the door open and jumped inside. Slamming the door shut just before the horde got to you. The sounds of them growling and banging the door were deafening as you stumbled back into the pitch-dark closet.

A sharp gasp fell from your lips when your foot got caught on something, causing you to fall back. Pain erupted along your arm, causing you to bite your lip in order to not cry out as you felt blood ooze out of the wound. You held your arm as you scooted back, tears brimming in your eyes as the growling only got louder and the door rattled.

Cowering in the corner, you covered your ears, burying your face in your knees, trying to drown out the noise and praying that the door held up.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in that small closet as you slowly lifted your head, hands falling away from your ears. When you didn’t hear the sounds of growling anymore, you let out a small cry of relief.

Wiping the tears from your face, you pulled yourself to your feet, ignoring the way your joints groaned in protest. Walking over to the door, you placed your ear against the sturdy metal, listening for any sign of the undead. When you didn’t hear anything, you wrapped your fingers around the handle before pulling it open slowly. Peeking out, you didn’t see any sign of the undead save for a few that were at the end of the hall, unaware of your presence.

With light footing, you stepped out of the closet and carefully made your way back out of the building, avoiding any undead you saw, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself. Once you were outside, you were met with the harsh rays of sunlight, telling you that you had been trapped there all night.

Remembering why you were there in the first place caused rage to boil in your blood, your fingers tightened around your bat, and you made your way down the street. You were going to find Yeosang, and he’d be lucky if you didn’t beat him to a pulp.

It didn’t take you long before you saw movement in the treeline a few blocks away, the red hair a tell-tale sign. Clutching your bat, you made your way towards him, your jaw tight and anger simmering in your eyes.

As soon as Yeosang caught sight of you moving towards him, he felt a weight lifted off his chest; however, your name barely left his lips when your hand collided with the side of his face. He blinked a few times, trying to process what had just happened, glancing over at you, seeing the mixture of hurt and anger in your eyes.

“You fucking asshole!” You exclaimed, fresh tears starting to build along your waterline, “How could you just fucking leave me like that? Do you know that I could’ve died, huh?!”

Yeosang looked at you, his expression falling back to his usual neutral expression which only pissed you off more. He let his hands fall to his sides, running his tongue along the inside of his teeth. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling at that moment. Worry? Anger? Frustration? Protectiveness?

He didn’t know, and that’s what bothered him the most. He was scared that if what he was feeling was actually what he thought it was that he would only hurt you more. He was also unsure about everything. He didn’t want to hurt you, but when those words fell from his lips, he knew it was too late.

“Would’ve done me a favor, I don’t want to be stuck with you anymore, alright!” He growled, his eyes narrowing into slits, but as soon as he saw your shoulders slump and hurt flash across your face, he immediately felt guilty.

“You don’t wanna be stuck with me?” You asked in disbelief before a short laugh left your lips, tears threatening to break free as you pointed your bat at him. Yeosang’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at the weapon you had pointed at him, the blade merely inches away from his face. “You know what? Fine. FINE! Since you don’t wanna be stuck with me anymore, I'll just leave you at the next checkpoint. Is that what you want?” You asked, your voice shook while gradually growing louder, and Yeosang’s heart twisted as he watched the first few tears break free, falling down your red cheeks.

Yeosang opened his mouth to say something. Anything. But all of the words he wanted to say died on his tongue, and he could only stare at you as your hands shook.

You couldn’t believe that you actually thought the two of you had something, but maybe you were just delusional. Back when he protected you, it was probably because you were the only one who knew where you were going, and he needed you. More tears continued to fall as you fought your inner turmoil, hands shaking uncontrollably.

All of the ruckus caught the attention of a few survivors, and they slowly made their way over, but once they recognized the redhead, they sprang into action. Wooyoung pulled out the pistol from its holster, aiming it right at the back of your head. San held his gun out, but lowered it as he walked around you towards Yeosang, who looked at him in surprise.

“Drop the weapon.” Wooyung’s tone was curt as he stepped closer to you, but you could only scoff.

“I don’t know what you’re doing with him, but–” “If you want him be my fucking guest, I’m done.” You cut San off, dropping your bat to your side and wiping your face clear of tears before turning and walking right past Wooyoung, who stepped to the side, confused.

“Yeosang, man, are you okay?” San asked as he reached for Yeosang’s shoulder, but the redhead just ignored him.

Clenching his jaw, he brushed San’s hand off before making a beeline for you, grabbing a hold of your arm before you went too far. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he pulled you behind him, ignoring all of your complaints.

“Let’s go.” His voice was curt as he looked from Wooyoung to San, and both males just looked at each other, confused, but led the way to their camp regardless.

You continued to try to get out of Yeosang’s hold, but his grip was far too strong, so eventually you gave up, letting him pull you behind him. Angry grumbles fell from your lips, but they went unheard as Yeosang tried to sort his mind out.

After about fifteen minutes, you broke through a small opening where San and Wooyung had set up camp. Once Yeosang stopped walking, you were finally able to yank your arm free from Yeosang’s grasp before walking over to a log and sitting down. You didn’t spare any of them a glance as you opened your bag, looking for bandages and the spare hoodie you had stashed away.

“What happened to you, man?” San asked, turning towards Yeosang, whose eyes were still stuck on your form. He bit his tongue before turning to look at the boys, and their breath caught in their throats as they were able to take in his appearance.

“It’s a long story, but we're on our way to the capital.” He explained and just ignored him, not in the mood to have any input in their conversation.

“Did she do this to you? Or is she making you go so you can be prodded like a lab rat?” Wooyoung asked, pointing at you, and all your movements came to a halt.

“I didn’t do anything to him.” You sneered, glaring at the dark-haired male who returned your gaze with a glare of his own.

“Oh really, because it looked like you were one second away from slicing his throat earlier.” Wooyoung hissed, causing you to shoot out of your seat, rage bubbling up your throat once more.

“You wanna ask him why I did it? Huh? I didn’t ask to be stuck with him, nor do I have to explain myself to you!” You exclaimed, fixing him with a hard glare, hands balled into fists at your side.

“Considering we brought you back to our camp, you do.” Wooyoung pointed at you as he took a step towards you. “You’re holding our friend against his will after doing god, who knows what to him, and you think you’re innocent?”

You couldn’t help but scoff, your face flushing red, “Are you fucking dense or something?”

Your question caused Wooyoung’s eye to twitch, taking another step towards you, but Yeosang put a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly.

“Knock it the hell off, I went willingly.” Yeosang told them, annoyance laced in his tone, “and she didn’t do this to me.”

Wooyoung then backed off, but never once did the glare on his face leave, causing you to roll your eyes.

Inhaling deeply, you crouched back down to finish grabbing what you needed, ignoring Yeosang's explanation that he was giving the two males. That was until you felt eyes on you once again, and you looked up with a raised eyebrow, seeing both San and Wooyoung giving you a skeptical look.

“We’re gonna go with you, just to be safe.” San told the redhead who just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose while you rolled your eyes, muttering a ‘whatever’ before raising to your feet once more.

You took a step away from your bag before looking around, seeing that the sun was well above you, meaning it was just after noon. With a huff, you looked back down, your jaw tight as you found all three looking back at you, “We’ll leave in the morning.”

Then you turned and started walking away, but you didn’t get too far before you heard Yeosang call your name.

“Where are you going?”

“I heard water nearby, so I’m going to clean up.” You told him, your tone short, and you didn’t even bother to look back at him, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back once I’m finished.” Then, without another word, you walked off, not giving him a chance to say anything and leaving the three men alone.

Yeosang let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He knew he messed up, more like royally screwed up.

“What a lovely attitude she has. I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long.” Wooyoung quipped with a roll of his eyes, but quickly shut his mouth when he saw the dark look Yeosang was giving him. “I’m just saying.” He muttered, looking away from the redhead.

“She has every right to be pissed.” He told him, the glare falling from his features, before letting out another sigh. Yeosang then explained everything that happened up to the point where the two had found you and Yeosang. As he talked about it, the more his heart started to twist in guilt, he knew that he shouldn’t have left you like that, and he had no real excuse except that he was scared of what he was feeling.

By the time Yeosang was finished explaining everything, Wooyoung started to feel a bit bad for lashing out like he did. San just shook his head, finally understanding what had actually happened. They felt bad for you, almost, knowing that you were probably scared and hurt.

The silence lasted for a few moments before Yeosang cleared his throat, “I’m gonna go check on her.”

No other words were spoken as he turned and followed after where you had disappeared, leaving San and Wooyoung to watch his retreating figure. Once he was out of sight, the two men looked at each other.

“Call me crazy, but I think he has a thing for y/n,” Wooyoung spoke first, pointing a finger in the direction that the two of you had gone.

San just nodded, “Yeah, but it seems like he’s trying to deny it.”

He wasn’t wrong; Yeosang had been trying his best to ignore those feelings for the past few days. Unsure of what they were in the first place, but also scared.

“Well, I don’t think he’ll be able to for much longer.” Wooyoung shrugged, moving over to one of the logs and plopping down, San following shortly after.

It didn’t take Yeosang very long to find where you had gone, the sound of running water leading him right to you. Breaking through the trees, he stopped short when he took in your appearance. You had taken off the hoodie and shirt you had been wearing, leaving you in a black tank top. His eyes trailed the length of your body, taking in all of the small scars and bruises that littered your skin from when you jumped back at the compound. But what caught his eye was the large gash that was on the back of your left arm, blood still oozing from it.

His blood ran cold as he realized that it was fresh and must have happened when you were getting away from the hoard last night. Stepping forward, he spoke quietly, “Are you okay?”

The sound of his voice breaking the silence caused you to jump, your head turning to look over at him. Your eyes were wide, shock masking your features, but it quickly melted into annoyance in a matter of seconds.

“I’m fine,” You spoke harshly, turning back around and grabbing the bandages that sat next to you, “and you can stop pretending to care.”

Your words struck a chord deep within his chest, the very chord that finally snapped, and he came to terms with what he was feeling. Though he wasn’t sure it was love, he knew it was something along those lines.

He clenched his jaw and made his way over to you, snatching the bandages from you as he sat down without a word. You opened your mouth to protest, but he was quicker, grabbing your arm. Not hard enough for it to hurt, but firm enough that you wouldn’t move.

“I do care.” His voice was gruff, eyes fixated on your arm, “and you need to stop being so damn stubborn.”

Your eyes went wide, all of your anger and annoyance suddenly dissipated as you watched him wrap the bandage around your arm. He didn’t dare to look up, scared to face you as he finally let his confession fall from his lips.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I know that doesn’t mean anything, but I shouldn’t have left you like that.” He started, carefully wrapping the bandage around your arm, making sure it was snug but not too tight, “I just didn’t know what I was feeling. I guess I was scared. I care about you so much, y/n, and it’s terrifying because I’ve never felt like this before. When that prick back at the compound drugged you, I fought like hell to get back to you, scared that he was gonna do something. Scared that I was gonna lose you, but in the end I almost lost you anyways because I’m a fucking idiot.”

He spilled everything, and you just sat there, eyes never leaving his figure as it finally dawned on you. The reason you were so hurt. The reason that you couldn’t leave him behind. It was because you had fallen for him. You weren’t sure when, but it happened.

When Yeosang didn’t get any kind of response from you, he grew worried that he had just made a fool of himself. He then heard soft sniffles, causing him to look up quickly, worried that something was wrong. However, as soon as he looked up at you, you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss.

It took him by surprise at first, but after a few seconds, he melted into you, returning the kiss. It was sweet and longing, like you had waited an eternity to share. Your hand wrapped around his neck, holding him close as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

Then he suddenly pulled away, startling you as you looked at his worry-filled eyes, “I can’t…” He breathed, trying to catch his breath, and you looked at him confused, “What if I can still turn someone? I don’t want to hurt you, y/n.”

You looked up at him with adoration, but you didn’t care about that. No, what you cared about was how good his lips felt on yours. How right it felt.

“Yeosang, I don’t care.” You pulled him closer to you until his lips were a hair away from yours, “just kiss me.”

Seeing the desperate gleam in your eyes, Yeosang threw all caution to the wind, surging forward to seal his lips over yours. The kiss this time was more desperate, filled with need as he pulled your body closer to his. His hands roamed your body gently, careful of your wounds, before he cradled the back of your head, pushing you back until you were lying flat on the ground. Caging your body under his as he let his lips trail from yours to your jaw down to your neck.

A soft moan fell from your parted lips when he found that sweet spot right under your ear. He made sure to focus on that spot, wanting to draw out any sweet sound you’d make, but was careful not to break the skin.

“Yeosang…” You breathed out as he reached your collarbones. Your body felt like it had been lit aflame, every touch of his fingers making it burn hotter. The pressure building between your thighs was starting to grow unbearable.

“Shh, love, I’ve got you.” He whispered in your ear as his hands slipped under your tank top, fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

Yeosang felt like he was about to combust the more he explored your body; he kissed every scar, every blemish, every mole. Kissing your body until you were squirming in his hold, begging him to do something.

He let out a soft chuckle before pulling away from you, but not before wrapping his arm around your waist. A sharp gasp fell from your lips as he lifted your body off the ground into his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he grabbed your discarded hoodie, laying it on the ground before laying you down once more.

As soon as your back touched the ground, you were pulling him down to you, connecting your lips in another heated kiss. Your hands slipped from his neck down his chest, feeling every ridge through the fabric of his t-shirt. Then your hand trailed lower, brushing right over the growing tent in his jeans, causing him to hiss against your lips.

“Fuck.” He cursed, pressing one last kiss against your lips before pulling back. You watched him with doe eyes as he grabbed your leg, tugging your boots off before letting his hands fall to your thighs, watching as you inhaled sharply when he squeezed the soft fat.

No words were spoken as he let his hands wander up to the button of your jeans at a torturously slow pace, like you had all of the time in the world. A small whine was pulled from your lips when he gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Yeo… please.” The nickname fell from your lips like it was second nature and Yeosang felt his dick twitch in his jeans as he soaked it in. His eyes trained on your face, your lips were kiss swollen and your eyes held a need that he knew that he would only be able to sedate.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” He asked, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned over you once more, lips ghosting over yours. Your eyes fluttered shut when his fingers brushed over your stomach right above your jeans.

“Stop teasing and do something.” You whine, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders. He chuckled softly, taking in all of your small reactions as he continued to tease, committing them all to memory.

Once he had his fun, he popped the button of your jeans, causing a sigh to leave your lips, your head falling back onto the ground softly. He made quick work of your jeans, pulling them off your legs before tossing them to the side. His eyes then fell back onto your body, eyes tracing every curve like it was the grandest masterpiece he’s ever seen.

You felt small under his heated gaze, your heart beating rapidly against your ribs. Heat rushed up your neck, painting your face a brilliant shade of red. Your hands came up to cover your face when Yeosang’s hand dipped below the waistband of your underwear.

Noticing Yeosang move his free hand from your hip, grabbing your wrists in his hands before pinning them above your head. He leaned down, planting a kiss on your jaw before speaking in a low tone that had your body shivering, “Don’t hide from me, pretty.”

“Yeo–” Your voice caught in your throat as his fingers split your folds, tracing your slit before pressing down on your clit. A choked moan slipped past your lips, eyes rolling slightly.

“You’re so wet love,” He cooed, pressing kisses along your jaw as he slowly drew figure eights on your bundle of nerves, leaving you gasping for air. Your fingers dug into his hand as your mind slowly slipped deeper into the pleasure.

A loud whine fell from your lips when he pressed against your entrance, and Yeosang quickly sealed your lips with his, swallowing all of your noises. He pressed his digit further into your tight walls, a groan falling from his lips at your warmth.

“God, you’re so tight.” He pressed another kiss to the corner of your lips as he worked you open with his finger. You bit your bottom lip trying to keep your moans at bay, but the way he easily reached that spongy spot deep in your walls made it extremely hard.

“Fuck!” You curse when he pressed a second finger into your weeping cunt, stretching you further. Yeosang peppered kisses along your jaw and neck as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. A soft mewl fell past your swollen lips as he picked up his pace once he felt you start to loosen.

Yeosang was enjoying watching you fall apart on just his fingers, a sick satisfaction bubbling in the depths of his gut. Yet he knew that you both were running on limited time before San and Wooyoung came looking for you.

You let out a whine when he pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty, but he quickly silenced you as he pulled you into a deep kiss. The kiss caused your mind to go numb, fingers balling into a fist above your head where he was still holding you. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you opened up for him without a second thought.

He groaned at your taste, a taste he knew that he would never get tired of. Pulling away, he bit down on your bottom lip softly before sitting up, realizing your hands in the process. You watch him with hooded eyes, chest heaving as you try to regain control of your breathing.

You sat up on your elbows as he reached for the button of his jeans, excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins as you watched him pop open the button. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees letting his hard cock spring free and your mouth watered at the sight.

Noticing your gaze, he hooked a finger under your chin, lifting your face until you were looking at him, “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

Your gaze flickered to his lips, and he couldn’t help but smirk, but watching your eyes roll back when he teased your entrance with his tip was a sight he wanted to burn into his memory. He laid you back down flat on your back before grabbing your hip in one hand while positioning himself with the other after moving your underwear to the side.

Then he started to push in, and it felt like your body was floating on cloud nine. The stretch was a bit painful, but that pain was soon replaced by pleasure as he bottomed out.

“Yeo–” You gasped out, hands reaching for him, a string of whines and moans falling from your lips as he bent down. His jaw tightened as he tried to keep his cool with how your walls were contracting around him.

“You’ve gotta be quiet, love,” He groaned, pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips, but you just shook your head softly.

“I–I can’t. You feel too good.” You whined, hips rolling unconsciously, causing you to let out a choked moan while he hissed sharply.

“Fuck sweetheart.” He sat up, grabbing your hips softly, he rolled his hips, testing the waters, and when you let out a loud moan, he knew the noise was gonna be an issue.

“Yeo, move, now. Please.” You pleaded with him, hips moving, trying to gain some friction to ease the pressure that was starting to build in your gut.

He was starting to lose his willpower as he took in your teary eyes, so he pulled out until just the tip was left before snapping his hips back into yours. That alone was enough to have you seeing stars, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips, and Yeosang cursing lowly.

Releasing your hip with one hand, he brought it up to your mouth, covering your lips in hopes of muffling your noises. He then started fucking into you, slow and steady at first as he watched your eyes roll back. But as your nails dug into his forearm and your walls squeezed his cock like a vice his mind was starting to slip.

When he picked up the pace, your muffled moans started to come out broken as you tried to keep up, but your brain just wasn’t fast enough. White spots started to cloud the corner of your vision, either from the way your gut tightened or the lack of oxygen. Maybe even both.

Yeosang’s grip on your hip was tight, using it as leverage to fuck into your tight heat. He bit down on his lip when he felt you start to tighten even more, a tell-tale sign that you were getting close.

“Are you close, sweetheart?” He cooed, watching as your teary eyes cracked open, staring up at him with silent pleas over his hand. This sight left his dick twitching in your walls, the sensation eliciting a muffled whine from your covered lips.

Leaning down, he moved his hand, grabbing the back of your head before bringing you into a bruising kiss. The position change had his tip brushing right over your sweet spot, causing you to cry out his name, but he was quick to swallow all of your sounds with his lips as he kept his rough pace.

“Cum for me pretty, I wanna see you make a mess on my cock.” He coaxed you as he bit down on your bottom lip once more. Then when he brought his other hand down to toy with your swollen clit you knew you were done for. That tight coil in your gut finally snapping and you came around his dick with a broken cry of his name, fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked you though your orgasm. “Good girl.” His voice was sweet like honey as he caressed your side, his pace slowing just slightly so as to not overwhelm you.

“Yeo…” You gasped, mind turning fuzzy as he continued to fuck into you throwing you into a state of overstimulation.

“Just a little bit more love,” He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his own high. You covered your own mouth to muffle your moans as he abused your cunt, then after a few more powerful thrusts he pulled from your intoxicating heat, fisting himself as spurts of hot cum sprayed across your stomach and chest.

He then collapsed on top of you, using one arm to hold some of his weight so he wasn’t crushing you. His face was buried in the crook of your neck as you both came down from your highs.

After a few moments, he pulled himself off your body before fixing himself, then reaching over for your discarded shirt. He dipped the edge of it in the water before using it to clean his cum off of your body and the mess between your legs as you lay there trying to process what the hell just happened.

Once you were cleaned up, he helped you sit up, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, causing your eyes to flutter shut. His hands smoothed down your sides, holding you close as you lay against him.

“Don’t ever think I don’t care, because I do. A lot.” He muttered, voice hoarse as he spoke, and you just hummed.

“I care about you, too, Yeo. I’m sorry I blew up.” You apologized as you pulled away, looking up at him with a small pout.

“It’s okay, I deserved it.” He gave you a small smile before leaning down to kiss you softly, one filled with warmth and promise. He then pulled away, grabbing your other hoodie, “C’mon, we better get back to the guys before they come searching for us.”

You nodded before standing, almost toppling over because your legs felt like jelly, and Yeosang could only laugh, causing you to glare at him. After you both were dressed properly and looked presentable, you gathered all of your stuff and walked with him towards the camp.

Getting back to the camp, you saw San and Wooyoung talking about something that you couldn’t quite make out, but once both of you got close enough, they looked over. Wooyoung looked at you with a smirk while San’s face held a knowing smile.

“Everything okay now?” Wooyoung asked, an underlying teasing tone in his words causing your face to flush, and Yeosang just cleared his throat.

San couldn’t help but laugh at the way you both were acting like teenagers who had just been caught in the act, but he just shook his head. He then pointed to the cans that were sitting next to the log where your bag was.

“Go ahead and eat, we can come up with a game plan later.” He told both of you, and you nodded before walking over. Sitting down, you shoved everything that was in your arms back into your bag. Once you were done, Yeosang handed you one of the cans, and you took it with a small smile, muttering a thank you.

Later that afternoon, you sat off to the side cleaning your bat while the three boys were coming up with a game plan. You didn’t listen to much of their conversation unless they asked for your input, your mind was far too preoccupied.

Images of you and Yeosang’s earlier encounter flashed in your mind, causing your ears to burn. His touch still lingered on your skin, and the way his lips melted perfectly against yours. It was all starting to drive you insane.

Then you heard it. Quiet, but there. A rustle further in the trees, footsteps almost. Too precise to be any kind of animal. All your movements stopped, head perking up as you tried to pinpoint where it was coming from. Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, Yeosang motioned for the guys to stop talking before making his way towards you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a hushed whisper, crouching down next to you.

You shook your head softly, bringing your finger to your lips and listening closely. Then you realized that they were coming towards the camp. Springing into action, you grabbed your bat and bag before looking over at the other three.

“Grab your stuff and hide. Now.” You told them, a firmness in your voice that none of them dared to question.

All of you gathered your belongings before bolting. You pressed your back against a large tree, while Yeosang and San crouched behind a rock to your left. Then, Wooyoung was behind a tree on the other side of them. You listened once more, waiting to see if they were actually coming right for the camp or if you were just being paranoid. But when you heard the footsteps grow closer, followed by voices, you knew that you had been right.

“Dammit, I thought you said you saw them in this area?” His voice was gruff, then followed by the sounds of rustling. Hearing how close they were, you looked over at the guys, motioning for them to stay quiet and to stay low, to which they all nodded in confirmation.

“They couldn’t have gone far, hell, it looked like y/n was injured when I saw her in town.” Another voice filled the air, and your blood ran cold.

They were after you and Yeosang.

Were they from the compound? Is this what Seungcheol was talking about in his letter? Then, as if the universe heard your questions, yet another voice spoke.

“The mayor is getting impatient, he’s already pissed that we already lost them once.” His words were followed by a groan, and your eyes widened, “he wants y/n’s head and that reward money before the end of the month.”

Holding your breath, you peeked out from behind the tree, seeing that there were four men, all wearing military gear. The same gear that the military personnel from your compound wore. Cursing quietly you turned back, laying your head against the harsh bark of the tree. You needed to come up with a plan to lure them away before they found all of you. Looking around, you didn’t see much of anything but trees; however, if you could get them far enough, San and Wooyoung could get Yeosang out of here.

So with a nod to yourself, you looked over at the guys, Yeosang’s eyes already on you as he saw the gears turning in your head. You used your hands to tell them that you were going to run in the opposite direction to keep the men away while they made a run for it.

Instantly knowing what you were wanting to do, Yeosang started to stand, wanting to protest, but San grabbed his arm. You just gave him a small smile, mouthing ‘it’ll be okay’ before turning and running, which caught the attention of the men.

“There she is! Get her!” One shouted before all four of them took off after you.

Yeosang started to go after you, but San was quick to grab his arms once more, stopping him. “Yeosang, we need to go.”

“He’s right, plus she’ll be fine.” Wooyoung chimed in, jogging up to both of them, but Yeosang shoved San off of him, a sharp glare adorning his features.

“No, I’m not just leaving her. Not again.” He growled, and before either of the men could react, Yeosang pulled Wooyoung’s pistol out of his holster and took off after you.

You kept running, dodging branches and maneuvering around trees, ignoring the way your legs were screaming at you in protest. Then you finally broke out of the treeline, finding a road, but you came to a screeching halt when you saw the drop-off on the other side.

With ragged breaths, you turned around, finding all four men walking out of the treeline, guns raised and aimed right at you. Looking at each of them, you only recognize the one right in front of you. He had been the guard who was posted outside your room.

“Fancy seeing you here, Jihoon.” You quipped, a small smirk tugging on your lips as you lifted your hands in the air.

“Cut the bullshit y/n, where’s the half-dead?” He asked, stepping closer to you, and you stepped back, trying to keep some distance between you. However, looking back, you noticed just how close to the edge you were and had no choice but to stop.

“I don’t know.” You turned your head to look back at him. “We got separated, and I haven’t found him yet.”

“Bullshit, I saw you with him.” One of the guards on Jihoon’s right spoke, his gun held high, “Where are you hiding him?”

Recalling that they had seen both you and Yeosang in town, you knew you couldn’t lie about not being with him. So you just looked at him before your eyes flickered back over to Jihoon, your lips sealed shut. Your silence only caused him to shake his head, knowing he wasn’t going to get an answer out of you.

“Drop it, he can’t be far. We’ll just look for him after we take care of her.” He glanced over at his men, who nodded their heads in understanding, before he looked back at you, finger wrapping around the trigger.

You were trapped, either getting shot and most likely dying, or jumping and breaking a few bones. Deciding that the latter would be a better option, you held your breath waiting until he was about to jump.

“No hard feelings, y/n, we’re just doing our jobs,” Jihoon told you, but the smirk that was plastered on his face told you that he was enjoying this. Holding back from cringing, you watched him, waiting until the right moment.

“Y/n!” The sound of your name caused your head to snap over just as Yeosang broke through the trees. Cursing, you acted quickly, grabbing your pistol out of its holster and shooting Jihoon right in the arm, causing him to drop his gun.

Then all hell broke loose. Gunshots were fired as you tried to get to Yeosang, but they managed to keep you two separated. You watched in horror as one knocked the gun out of Yeosang’s hands, but the redhead grabbed the guy, pulling him in before sinking his teeth into his neck. Then, with a hard jerk, he ripped a chunk of skin from the man’s neck, blood spraying everywhere, including Yeosang’s face.

“Holy hell.” Your eyes went wide, cursing lowly as you shot at the other guard who was helping Jihoon, but he managed to dodge.

You took that chance to get to Yeosang, but before you could get too far, another gunshot rang loudly in the air. The air was still for a moment, your body frozen to the spot, and the ringing in your ears growing tenfold.

“Y/N!” Yeosang shouted, shoving the dead soldier's body to the side before making a beeline for you, but he was quickly grabbed, shoved to the ground.

You stumbled back, and the pain started to rise as you lifted your hand to your chest. Crimson blood coated your fingers as you pulled it away, the sight leaving you lightheaded. Every sound around you felt like it was coming from the other side of a tunnel, distant and inaudible.

But despite the pain, there was something larger, much larger, eating at your soul. Guilt. Your eyes found Yeosang’s as they pinned him to the ground, his cries of your name ringing loudly in your ears. After everything, you weren’t able to save him from falling back into the hands of those who hurt him in the first place. Tears dripped from your eyes as you stumbled back a bit more. You weren’t sure if you would survive, but if by some miracle you did, you would fight like hell to get him back.

Your body started to feel heavy, limbs going numb, starting with your fingertips. Black spots clouded your vision, and just before you felt yourself fall, you whispered one thing, “I’m sorry.”

Yeosang screams, trying to break out of their hold as he watches your body topple over the edge. His blood ran cold as you disappeared from his sight, tears that had built along his waterline finally breaking free. The world seemed to slow around him, the guards' voices falling on deaf ears, and his eyes never left the spot where you had just been standing.

Jihoon groans, holstering his pistol before grabbing his arm where you had shot him, grumbling something about you being a pain in the ass. He then turns and sees one of his men’s bodies crumpled to the ground, a pool of blood forming underneath him. Eyes narrowing he turned his attention to the redhead, “muzzle his ass and let’s go.”

Once they pulled Yeosang back to his feet, he was pulled from his daze. He managed to pull himself from their hold, but they were quick to grab him again. No matter how much he fought he couldn’t win against them as they shoved that damned muzzle over his head and cuffed him once again.

Even when they were pulling him away, he kept looking back, hoping by some miracle that you would be standing there perfectly fine. But you weren’t, and he could only pray that you would be okay.

At the bottom of the cliff, your body lay there, face lying against the cold dirt. Your eyes open slowly, your mind hazy as you turn your head. Every fibre of your body was screaming in pain, the pain almost mind-numbing as your eyes fluttered closed. The sound of nearing footsteps causes you to open your eyes once more, just as you see feet walking towards you, but your eyelids feel heavy. Not being able to stay awake any longer, you allow yourself to fall into that darkness.

Unsure of how long it has been since you last woke, your eyes are barely opened. Just enough to tell that someone was carrying you. Then the memories of Yeosang being taken flash across your mind.

“Yeo… sang.” You croaked out weakly before your body was consumed by darkness once more.

A soft groan fell from your lips as you awoke, eyes slowly opening but quickly closing due to the harsh lights. Blinking a few times, you let your eyes adjust, but the pounding in your head came like a freight train, making you hiss in pain.

Then you realized that you were in a room, the off-white, dusty ceiling staring back down at you. You don’t remember ever going to a house. And just like that, memories of the guards, the gunshot, and Yeosang being taken all come rushing back. Your heart dropped, and your body shot up, but you instantly regretted it as pain shot up your shoulder and through your chest.

A door off to your right creaked open, and your blood ran cold, your hand instinctively reaching for your gun. Only to realize that it wasn’t there. Dread fills your veins as you watch the male walk into the room, his brown hair sitting messily on top of his head.

“You’re finally awake.” He greeted you, a plate sitting in his hands as he stopped at a reasonable distance away from you. The sight of food had your stomach grumbling, unsure of the last time you actually had any real food.

However, you pushed your hunger to the side and looked up at him with narrow eyes, “Where am I?”

Jisung took a step forward, holding the plate of food out, “Eat, your body’s weak.” He told you, and you just looked down at the food skeptically, but your stomach felt like it was about to collapse in on itself from hunger, so reluctantly you grabbed the plate with your good arm.

“Thanks,” You muttered quietly, scooping some of the food into your mouth, and you had to hold yourself back from stuffing your face.

“And to answer your question, this is my place.” Jisung spoke, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “I was out hunting when I heard gunshots, so I went to investigate. That’s when I found you unconscious at the bottom of the drop.” He explained and you watched him, “I saw you were bleeding pretty heavily, so I brought you back here and fixed up your wounds. You’re lucky, by the way, had that bullet been any lower, it would’ve hit your heart.” He pointed at the bandages on your chest, and you glanced down before looking back at him for any signs that he was lying, but you found none.

You hummed softly, finishing the food that was on the plate before setting it on the nightstand. “How long was I out?”

“Two, almost three days.” His words made your heart drop, and you looked at him with wide eyes before shoving the blankets off your body and standing to your feet. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Where’s my stuff?” You asked, ignoring him as your eyes searched the room, ignoring the pain in your chest.

“You’re gonna bust your stitches, what’s the rush?” Jisung asked, eyebrows scrunched together as he watched you move about the room before stopping and looking back at him.

“I need to get to the capital, they took him there, and I need to stop them before he gets hurt.” You started rambling, running your fingers through your hair. Jisung didn’t understand who you were talking about, but could tell that you were trying to get to the capital.

“The capital is about a week away on foot, but I have a vehicle.” He started causing you to look at him in confusion, “which means we can easily catch up, so please stop moving so much before you ruin my hard work.” Jisung’s words held a hint of sas as he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes never leaving your form, worried that you would actually bust your stitches.

You opened your mouth, wanting to protest because you wanted to reach Yeosang as soon as possible. Seeing your hesitation, Jisung’s arms dropped, and he let out a sigh, pointing to the window where you could clearly see the sun setting.

“It’s gonna be dark soon, so you’ll be walking blind.” He stated, and you felt your heart lurch because you knew he was right, “Also, do you even know where the capital building is?” You felt your body stiffen at his question; it finally dawned on you that you never knew where the capital building was, just the direction it was in. Jisung nodded his head at your silence, “thought so. Look, I’ll take you there, but we leave in the morning, and I’ll help you find whoever it is you’re looking for since you’re injured.”

You swallowed thickly as you looked at him, and you knew he was right. Leaving now would just mean you would be offering yourself up to whatever was out there. Plus, if you had the help, it would make finding Yeosang that much easier. So with a soft sigh, you nod your head, dragging yourself back to the bed and sitting down on the edge, hands in your lap.

“There’s more food if you’re still hungry, and I can help change your bandages. The wound on the back of your arm looked infected, so I have antibiotics.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder, and you glanced up at him, a solemn expression on your face. You didn’t say a word as you rose to your feet, following him out of the room.

As he was changing your badges, you could only wish that time would move faster so you could leave and find Yeosang before anything bad happened.

The next morning, you were up early, having not slept much the night before. Jisung wasn’t too far behind you as he walked out to the living room, seeing you standing by the window, watching. He cleared his throat, causing you to jump slightly.

“Here’s your stuff.” He held out your backpack, your bat attached to the side of it. In his other hand was your pistol, still in its holster. You walked over, taking your gun from him first and latching it to your belt once more before grabbing your bag. “I need to grab a few things, then we can head out.”

You nodded your head before turning and walking to the couch while he disappeared into the kitchen. Opening your bag, you grabbed one of your hoodies that was folded neatly inside, setting it to the side and zipping the bag once more. Your fingers then brushed over the bandage on your chest. The pain was dull now, but you were still careful as you pulled your hoodie over your head.

After your hoodie was on, you pulled your backpack on once more, mindful of the strap over your wound. Jisung walked into the room as you were adjusting the straps, slinging a bag of his own over his shoulder, and walking over to the door where his shotgun was sitting.

“You ready?” He asked, glancing back at you, and you gave him a nod as you walked up to him. Opening the door he let you go first before shutting it behind him and latching the lock. He then unlocked the doors of the jeep that was sitting in the driveway.

Once you were both in the car, Jisung pulled out of the driveway, and you set off to the capital. The ride was quiet, and nothing was said between the two of you. The only noises were the wind blowing through the open windows and the quiet hum of the stereo.

Your arm was propped on the window seal, chin resting on top of your fist as you watched the trees pass by in a blur. After a few moments, you turned your head, glancing over at Jisung, whose eyes were fixed on the road ahead.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely audible over the wind, but Jisung still heard you, and he looked over for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the road.

“Don’t mention it,” He hummed, fingers drumming against the steering wheel, a thoughtful look on his face. “Who are you looking for?”

Images of Yeosang flashed across your mind, and you averted your gaze, guilt creeping up your spine.

“He…” You weren’t even sure how to explain it without sounding like an absolute nutjob, but you inhaled sharply through your nose before continuing. “His name is Yeosang. I was sent on a mission to deliver him to the capital because he’s immune to the virus.” You started, and Jisung’s eyes went wide as he looked over at you, but his eyes softened as he saw the conflicted look in your eyes. “It was all a ruse, though, the mayor’s way of getting rid of me, but somewhere along the way…” Your voice trailed on, eyes going back to the scenery outside.

“You didn’t want to take him anymore.” Jisung finished for you, and your gaze shifted to him, eyes slightly wide. His eyes flickered over to you for a split second. “Is he your boyfriend?”

His question caught you off guard, your face growing warm and the tips of your ears burning, “N-No… Yes? I don’t know.” You stumbled over your words before slumping back in your seat, because just like you had said, you didn’t know. Your emotions were all over the place, and you couldn’t quite place what it was that you were feeling for Yeosang.

Jisung chuckled softly, his head turning to look at you as you picked at the skin around your fingernails.

“Word of advice.” His voice was soft as he spoke, “From the sounds of it, you care about him, and if you find someone who you care about like that, then hold onto them. Tight. Because sometimes they’re the only thing that make this fucked up world more bareable.”

His words rang loudly in your head; it was as if he were talking from his own heart, and you didn’t miss the distant gleam in his eyes as he spoke. Your heart then suddenly felt at ease, and things started to become clearer to you. What you felt for Yeosang wasn’t sympathy or protectiveness like you had originally thought. No, it was something deeper, because somewhere along the way, you had fallen for the redhead. Hard.

The car was then filled with silence once more, but there was a nagging question that was biting at the back of your brain. One that you weren’t sure if you’d be crossing a boundary, but your lips were moving before you could even stop yourself.

“Do you have someone like that?” You instantly facepalmed yourself when you noticed Jisung’s grip tightening around the steering wheel, but his face stayed relaxed. Swallowing thickly, you shifted in your seat, muttering an apology.

Jisung just shook his head, “It’s alright, but I did…” He stopped himself, eyebrows scrunched together, “I do.”

His words left you confused, but you decided that it would be against your better judgment to pry, so you just left it.

“That’s why I offered to take you, I’m hoping maybe along the way I’ll find him.” He explained you just listened quietly, not really wanting to risk overstepping any boundaries.

Then just like that, a still silence fell over the two of you, not awkward, but not quite comfortable either. However, you just turned your head to look out the window, keeping an eye out for Yeosang or Jihoon and his men. But you were sure that they had been given a vehicle to cut their time down.

Thankfully, the roads were mostly clear, making the path to the capital relatively quick, plus with the speed Jisung was driving, it cut the time almost in half. According to the clock on the dashboard, it was sometime after four in the afternoon when the car pulled up to the capital building.

Jisung pulled the car to a stop right in front of the gate, rolling down his window to allow the guard to look in. He was ready to answer any questions the guard was gonna throw at him like they usually do, but as soon as the guard's eyes landed on you, he backed away from the car.

“Open the gates!” He shouted, and the loud screech of metal filled the air, but as you looked over, you caught Jisung’s confused expression.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, eyebrows scrunched together.

“They’ve never done that,” Jisung answered, pulling into the compound slowly, fingers tight around the steering wheel. His words caused a sense of dread to wash over your body, your eyes darting around as you noticed people staring, whispering among themselves.

“Something’s not right.” You muttered as Jisung pulled the car to a halt, putting it in park and looking over at you with the same uneasy gleam in his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s be careful, who knows what they’re planning?” He muttered quietly, pulling the keys from the ignition and getting out of the jeep. You followed closely behind, shutting the door and looking around you as you opened the back, but Jisung stopped you. “They won’t let you bring anything in, push it under the seat so they can’t see it,” Jisung told you from the other side of the car, and you did as he said, unstrapping your gun and tucking it in the pocket of the passenger seat.

After everything was shoved away, you shut the door and waited for Jisung to join you before walking towards the tall building in front of you. He shoved the car keys into his pocket, head on a swivel as he walked beside you.

Entering the building, you were met with a gust of cold air, goosebumps rising on your skin, and that sense of unease grew. Scanning the area, you noticed multiple people wearing lab coats, while others wore the same striped pajamas that patients typically wear.

“C’mon,” Jisung whispered, grabbing your forearm gently and walking further inside. However, you didn’t get too far when you were stopped by a doctor.

His blonde hair was slicked back, not a single hair out of place, and a pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. Then he offered you a smile, one that sent chills down your spine, and your heart started racing under your ribs.

“Welcome, I’m Dr. Park Seonghwa.” He greeted the two of you, his eyes moving over to Jisung, and a flicker of recognition gleamed in his eyes, “Jisung, we weren’t expecting you until next week.”

“I’m here with her.” Jisung’s voice was taunt, filled with uncertainty as he looked at the man standing before you.

Seonghwa hummed, his eyes moving back down to you, “What can we do for you?”

“I’m looking for someone; he was brought here.” Your voice was strong as you squared your shoulders, “his name is Yeosang.”

“Ah, I know who you’re talking about.” He nodded his head, pushing his glasses further up his face, “But I do have to apologize, he’s no longer here.” His words felt like a punch to the gut. There was no way that he couldn’t be here. You bit down on your tongue as you asked what he meant, and he let out a sigh. “He was brought in by some guards a few days ago, and we were able to get what we needed from him, so we let him leave.” He explained, but there was something about his words that just didn’t sit right with you.

If Yeosang was really the key to a cure, there was no way they would just let him ‘leave’, and you knew Jihoon wouldn’t let him go alive. Your eyes narrowed slightly, but you said nothing, and Jisung looked at the blonde doctor with a raised eyebrow.

“You know what, for your troubles, why don’t you stay here for the night? Then we’ll give you some supplies in the morning on your way out.” Seonghwa offered, and you swore you saw a flicker of a smirk on his lips, but it was gone as soon as it came.

“No th–” “That would be amazing.” You injected Jisung as he started to decline, grabbing his forearm and tugging him back slightly.

“Perfect, I’ll have someone show you to your rooms.” Seonghwa nodded before turning to wave down a nurse nearby.

“One room is fine.” You told him not wanting to be separated in case something happened, and Seonghwa looked at you, shocked, but didn’t say a word before telling the nurse to take the two of you to a spare room.

You and Jisung followed silently behind the nurse, but your eyes were everywhere but ahead of you. Mentally note doors that looked off, the entrance to the staircase, and any exits that you saw. You were going to get out of here with Jisung and Yeosang.

“Here’s your room, there’s food down in the cafeteria if you get hungry.” The nurse turned, pointing to a door with a small smile. You thanked her before opening the door and pulling Jisung inside, letting the door close behind you. Keeping quiet, you noticed that the nurse didn’t move from her spot for a few moments; then, finally, you heard her footsteps start to retreat. Once she was gone, you looked over at Jisung, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“You don’t really believe what he was saying, do you?” He asked, and you shook your head immediately.

“Absolutely not.” You looked around the room; it was pristine white, with minimal decorations, and a queen bed against the middle of the far wall. “But we can’t raise any suspicions, we need to make sure Yeosang is okay.”

“Right.” Jisung nodded, raking his fingers through his hair, “There’s definitely someth–”

You quickly covered his mouth as you heard hushed voices right outside the door. Looking down, you noticed shadows creeping in from underneath. Jisung looked at you with wide eyes but said nothing as you pointed towards the bathroom. Nodding, he pulled your hand away from his face and walked with you to the bathroom. You quietly shut the door before turning to face Jisung, who was standing on the other side of the room, his arms crossed.

“They’re definitely lying about letting him go. We need to find him and get the hell outta dodge.” You explained while Jisung just listened, “but we need to be careful because who knows what’s going on here.”

“Let’s wait until nightfall, they’ll probably think we actually believe them if we wait.” Jisung started, “I don’t know a lot about this building, but I know there’s a lab in the basement, and I can bet just about everything that’s where they have him.”

You nodded, thinking back to the things you saw on the way up here, “Okay, at the end of the hall, there's a stairwell, which will probably take us down to the basement…” Together, the two of you came up with a plan to sneak in without raising any alarms; however, the tricky part was going to come after you got to Yeosang.

“As soon as you pull any wires, there will probably be alarms, so we’ll have to move quickly.” Jisung told you and you nodded, “We also need a distraction so we can get out, but leave that to me. I can set off their alarms, which will alert the undead nearby.”

You looked at him with concern, “Will you be able to get out?”

“Don’t worry about me, your job is to make sure you get back to the car with Yeosang.” He told her, a stern undertone in his voice causing you to sigh, knowing it would be pointless to argue.

“Okay.” You nodded, and Jisung pulled the keys out of his pocket before placing them in your hand. The cool metal felt heavy in your palm as uncertainty clouded your mind. But you shook your head, determined to make it out of here alive and unharmed.

Once the sun was down and the stars hung high in the sky, you and Jisung got ready to put your plan into action. You moved over to the door, pressing your ear against the wooden door, listening for voices, but when you heard none, you carefully opened it. Peeking out, you made sure no one was around before walking out, Jisung following close behind.

The two of you crept down the halls, quick on your feet but also keeping an eye out. You made it to the end of the hall but quickly grabbed Jisung’s arm, pulling him against the wall as you heard voices. You held your breath as two nurses walked down the hall, talking about something you couldn’t quite understand. Both of you watched with bated breath as they continued walking down the hall until they finally disappeared down a separate hall.

Letting out a breath, you relaxed your shoulders and looked around the corner to make sure the coast was clear. When you saw no signs of anyone, you waved Jisung to come on, and you jogged down the hall towards the staircase.

Jisung opened the door and let you in first before following, making sure the door shut with minimal noise. The staircase was cold and dark, and the only source of light was the moonlight that filtered in through the small windows. Careful not to trip, you both jogged down the stairs until you finally made it down to the basement level.

Stopping in front of the door, you wrapped your fingers around the handle, praying that they didn’t keep the door locked. As soon as you pulled down on the handle, you heard a click, and it opened with ease, causing you to let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, you felt your stomach turn; the air smelled strongly of disinfectant. Just like a lab would.

Noticing your lack of movement, Jisung grabbed your arm, tugging softly, “c’mon.”

Your tongue jutted out, wetting your lips, and you nodded before moving further down the hallway. Coming to a corner, you crouched down against the wall while Jisung stood close behind you. Both of you peeked around the corner and found a pair of guards standing in front of a shut door. You instantly recognized both of them. They were the other two men that Jihoon brought with him.

“That’s them.” You whispered quietly, looking up at Jisung, who glanced down at you with a nod. You racked your brain for any way to get around those two, but then you recalled seeing a few guards coming out of a locker room.

You pointed back down the hall that you came down, and Jisung nodded, making his way towards the room while you followed behind him. Getting to the door, you waited for someone to open the door before quickly moving and blocking it from closing, and walking in. Thankfully, no one was inside.

“Okay, I’m sure they have spare uniforms around here.” You muttered, searching the lockers and racks on one side while Jisung searched the other.

“Found some,” Jisung announced, pulling two sets of uniforms out of a closet, and you rushed over, grabbing one from him.

“I didn’t see Jihoon, so we’re gonna have to be fast and careful because he’ll recognize me the instant he sees me.” You informed Jisung as you unzipped the uniform, and he nodded.

After putting on the uniforms, you made sure to secure the mask and helmet over your head, so the chances of them recognizing you were slim. Grabbing a rifle off the wall, you slung it over your shoulder, ignoring the sting in your shoulder. Making your way out of the room, you and Jisung walked down the hall casually so as to not raise suspicion.

You swallowed thickly as you rounded the corner, walking right towards the two guards. When you got close enough, both of them looked over, raising an eyebrow.

“Evening,” Jisung greeted them with a nod of his head, and you followed suit.

“We’re here to take over. There’s food in the cafeteria.” You told them, hoping that they would buy it and would just leave. You could tell right off the bat that one of them was skeptical, eyes narrowing in on you, causing your heart to start racing.

“Oh, thank god, I’m starving.” The other guard groaned, his body relaxing, and he looked at his comrade, “c’mon man, let’s go get something to eat.” He wrapped his arm around his shoulder, pulling him away, and you mentally sighed in relief.

You then stepped forward and started to wrap your hands around the knob, but stopped when you felt a heavy hand lay on your shoulder causing you to curse under your breath.

“Doc said no one is allowed inside.” He told you, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance, ready to tell him that he wasn’t the one giving orders, but his next words stopped you, “Actually, your voice sounds pretty familiar.”

You slowly turned around to face him, and he started reaching for your mask. Stretching your fingers out at your side, you stared up at him until his hand was just a few inches away from your face. Then, before he could make any noise, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him into you before slamming his head into the wall, knocking him unconscious. Jisung was quick to use his rifle to crack the other guard over the head, watching as his body dropped to the ground.

Without words, both of you dragged the bodies into a closet on the other side of the hall before going back to the room. With one last look around the hall, you opened the door and hurried inside, Jisung right behind you.

Inside, you could hear the deafening sound of a machine beeping, and there were counters covered in medical equipment. But what caught your eye was the curtains in the center of the room, clearly pulled closed to cover something.

You and Jisung make your way over, and Jisung pulls the curtains open, revealing what had been hidden. A small gasp fell from your lips, your stomach turning as you took in the sight before you. There, strapped down on top of the table, was Yeosang, his skin even paler than you remember. They had some weird machine hooked to both of his arms, blood flowing through the tubes.

“Oh my god,” You choked out, tears gathering in your eyes as you rushed forward, undoing all of the straps that were holding him down.

After they were undone, you went to grab the tubes in his arms, but Jisung grabbed your arm. You looked back at him with wide, teary eyes, and he let out a sigh.

“Remember, once you unhook them, an alarm will probably go off alerting them.” He reminded you, and you nodded, wiping the tears from your face.

“I know,” You confirmed before looking around, reaching over Yeosang’s body to grab cotton balls and medical tape. Tearing two pieces of tape, you worked quickly on unhooking him, covering the needle holes, and pulling the mask from his face. Then came the crucial part, you grabbed the wires that were connected to his chest, reading his vitals, and with a sharp tug, you unplugged them all.

As soon as you dropped the wires, the screen flashed red with warning signs. Moving quickly, Jisung helped you get Yeosang on your back, and you looked around, seeing a few vials of what you could only guess was the ‘cure’. You snatched them up a few before smashing the rest and rushing out of the room behind Jisung, making your way to the staircase, narrowly missing the group of soldiers rushing down the hall.

Moving up to the main floor, Jisung turned towards you, a look of determination flashing across his face.

“Alright, get back to the car with him. I’ll meet you at the meetup spot once I’m done.” He told you pointedly, and you nodded, chewing on your bottom lip softly.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked, and Jisung’s hard expression softened, and he offered you a small smile.

“I’ll be fine, come on.” He opened the door and ushered you out. He spared you one last glance before darting down the opposite hall.

Inhaling deeply, you situated Yeosang on your back before rushing down the hall towards the front as quickly as you could. You were nearly there, and relief started to wash over you, finally feeling like you would get out.

Yet as you closed in, someone appeared in front of you. Coming to a halt, you glared at the blonde male in front of you. Your hold on Yeosang tightened, eyes hardening as he neared you, but when you took a step back, Seonghwa stopped.

“Get out of my way, Dr. Park.” You sneered, eyes watching his every move.

“Do you realize what you’re doing y/n?” He asked, his voice flat as he stood straight.

His calm demeanor pissed you off and your lip curled, “I know exactly what I’m doing. Now I’m not asking again, get out of my way.”

Seonghwa’s eyes flickered over to the unconscious male who was draped over your back. He had been told that you were originally the one supposed to bring Yeosang. So he came to the conclusion that you were just after the cure, “Miss y/n, I’m sure you’re upset about your prize, but how about this? You give him back to us and we’ll make sure you’re the first to get the cure?”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, in complete disbelief that he really thought you were after the cure. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a few of the vials that held this ‘cure’ he was talking about, holding them up so he could see them.

“Do you really think I’m here for the cure?” You asked, venom dripping from your words, and panic overcame Seonghwa’s features as he looked at the vials. “This is your last chance, move or I’ll smash them just like I did the rest.” You threatened, raising your hand.

Seonghwa shouted for you not to and started to lunge towards you, but threw one of the vials at his feet, watching as it burst open, the liquid pooling on the ground. Useless.

“Okay!” He exclaimed, holding his hands up, no longer thinking you were bluffing, and started to move, switching places with you. “You don’t have to do this; we can work together.” Seonghwa tried to reason with you, but you just scoffed.

“I’m not stupid,” You backed towards the doors, and Seonghwa’s eyes flickered to your hands, causing you to smirk.

Then a voice came over the intercoms, “Breach in the south wall! I repeat there’s a bre–” A blaring alarm cut the voice off, red lights flashing all around you and Seonghwa looked around in panic.

“Someone shut that the hell off!” He shouted at no one in particular before looking back at you with a crazed gleam in his eyes, but you just smirked.

You tossed the other vial in his direction, taking a moment to watch him scramble to catch it, “Good luck, Dr. Park.” Then you turned and rushed out of the building, grip on Yeosang still strong even as your muscles were starting to waver.

Running outside, you made your way back to where Jisung had parked the jeep, tearing open the back door, and you laid Yeosang in the backseat before slamming the door. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed that most of the soldiers were headed to where the breech was. Pulling the keys from your pocket, you rounded the car and jumped into the driver's seat, placing the keys in the ignition and turning it. The car roared to life, and you threw it into reverse, tearing out of the spot and turning the car.

“Alright… here we go.” You muttered to yourself as you faced the gate where you had come in; thankfully, it was open, as soldiers rushed in. Rolling your shoulders, you slammed on the gas and barreled towards the gate.

They were quick to notice you, trying to close the gate before you could get out, but you were faster. Flooring the pedal, you narrowly made it out of the gate before it slammed shut. You didn’t stop, though, speeding down the road where you were supposed to meet Jisung.

When you arrived at the meet-up spot, you killed the engine and lights, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. You glanced behind you, checking on Yeosang, who was still out. With a sigh, you peeled off the guard uniform, tossing it out the window along with the helmet and mask.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, you looked out the window and saw Jisung jogging towards the vehicle. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turned the car back on, putting it in drive just as he climbed into the passenger seat and took off down the road.

“Glad to see you made it out in one piece.” You teased, and Jisung chuckled, still trying to catch his breath.

“I told ya I’d be fine.” He joked before looking in the backseat, where Yeosang was still lying down. Turning, he opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when you let out a pained groan, hand flying to your chest.

Jisung’s eyes go wide, and he hits the cabin light switch, illuminating the dark car. He curses under his breath as he takes in your blood-soaked shirt.

“You’re stitches busted,” He told you, and you looked down quickly, seeing that your hand was covered in blood, and you gritted your teeth. “Pull over, I need to restitch it.”

“It’s fine.” You told him, trying to ignore the searing pain that was blooming in your chest, “We need to get away.”

“Y/n, this isn’t something you can just shake off. You will bleed out in that seat you’re sitting in.” His tone was stern as he looked at you, “They’re far too worried about keeping the zombies out to come after us right now.” He added in and you glanced over at him, fingers tightening around the steering wheel once more, “Do you really wanna bleed out before he wakes up?”

Your heart lurched when he pointed behind both of you, your eyes flickering to the rear view mirror, seeing Yeosang lying there. Swallowing thickly, you nodded, pulling off to the side of the road, “Okay.”

You sat next to the bed where Yeosang was lying down. It had been about three days since you got back from the capital. The redhead had yet to show any signs of waking up, and Jisung told you that they probably gave him a pretty strong sedative, and it should wear off on its own.

Reaching forward, you brush a few strands of hair out of his face, humming softly, “Wake up soon, Yeo.”

There was a knock at the door, causing you to look over as Jisung walked into the room, a plate of food in his hand. Walking over, he hands you the plate and you take it before setting it down on the nightstand.

“It’s not gonna be safe for you guys to stay here,” He started standing next to you as he looked down at you, hands shoved in his pockets, “there’s this bunker that I used to go to when I was a kid, no one knows about it so you should be safe there.”

Your lips curled inward as you nodded. You knew that he was right; the people from the capital and from your compound would be out looking for you as soon as word got out. Then it dawned on you, he didn’t mention himself.

“What about you?” You asked, glancing up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I can’t leave yet.” His voice was barely above a whisper, a gloom settling over his features, “I have to stay here just in case he comes back.” He explained, and you didn’t have to ask to know that he was talking about the same person from the drive to the capital, “but I’ll come find you guys when he comes.”

Your heart twisted in your chest because deep down, once you left this house, the chances of seeing Jisung again were slim to none.

Letting out a soft sigh, “we’ll be wa–”

A loud gasp was heard next to you, Yeosang’s body shooting up, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You placed your hand over your chest as your heart started beating a million miles an hour, but when you noticed the panic on Yeosang’s face, you moved to sit on the side of the bed.

“Yeo.” You spoke softly, but it didn’t seem like he heard you, his eyes looking everywhere around the room. “Yeosang.” Your voice came out a bit firmer as you grabbed his arm, and that’s when he finally looked at you, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You squeezed his arm gently, a small smile creeping onto your lips, “It’s okay.”

His hand reached out shakily, fingers brushing over the skin of your cheek, and his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that this was some sick dream.

“Am I dead?”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his starstruck expression, tears pooling in your eyes and relief flooding your veins. “No, you’re very much alive.” You told him, sniffling as you held back your tears.

“Plus, I think I’d be walking around headless if anything happened to you,” Jisung jokes, causing you to roll your eyes.

Yeosang’s eyes flickered up to the brunette who was standing behind you, eyebrows scrunched together as he looked back at you. Noticing his gaze, you shifted on the bed a bit, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“Yeosang, this is Jisung.” You introduced the men to each other, and Yeosang gave him a curt nod, a familiar, unreadable expression returning to his features. Jisung returned the nod before looking over at you, saying that he would be in the kitchen if you needed anything.

As soon as the door was closed, Yeosang leaned forward, grabbing your biceps, “Are you okay?”

However, the small hiss of pain that fell from your lips caused him to let go, guilt flashing across his face. Noticing you reached out, grabbing his hand into yours, “I’m okay, I promise. I’m more worried about you.” You told him a small pout forming on your lips and Yeosang’s jaw clenched trying to stop himself from leaning forward to kiss you.

“You lost quite a bit of blood over the span of a few days while you were there.” You started, and Yeosang just squeezed your hand in reassurance, “Jisung said that it would take a bit for you to get your full strength back.” At the mention of the brunette, Yeosang pulled away from you, his hand slipping out of yours, confusing you.

“You two seem pretty close.” He grumbled, eyes focused on the wall on the other side of the room.

Your confusion suddenly melted away as you finally understood, and a smirk spread across your lips, “Jisung saved me, so I’m grateful that’s all. As for who I like, I already have someone.” You told him and watched as his jaw tightened.

“Really? Then is there someone else here?” He asked, hurt laced in his tone and you had to bite your lip to keep the shiteating grin off your face.

You situated yourself on the bed before crawling slowly towards him, “No, there isn’t.” Your tone was low, and Yeosang’s eyebrows scrunched together, trying to figure out what you meant, because who else could you like if there was no one else in the house?

“Wha–” His breath hitched in his throat as he turned his head to find you mere inches away from him.

“It’s you, you dummy.” You teased before leaning forward, pressing a kiss against his lips, soft and gentle, waiting to see how he’d react.

Yeosang’s mind went blank as soon as your lips touched his; those previous thoughts and hurt dissipating as he kissed you back. His hands found your hips, pulling you closer to him and deepening the kiss. You shifted until you were perched in his lap, hands cupping his face while his fell to your thighs.

Breaking the kiss, he looked up at you with hooded eyes, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, “Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was husky, causing a chill to run down your spine.

You laid your forehead against his, “It’ll be fine.” You promised as you leaned in to kiss him again, this kiss relaying all of your built-up feelings and emotions. He recuperated the kiss, leaning forward as his hands trailed up your hips, slipping under your shirt.

Goosebumps littered your skin as he grasped your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you felt him hardening underneath you. A soft moan fell from your lips as you rolled your hips against his, the feeling sending jolts all throughout your body.

“Are you gonna be able to be quiet this time, love?” Yeosang teased, and your face flushed bright red as you recalled your first time at the river. Chucking softly, he kissed your jaw before leaning in until his lips brushed your ear, “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute.”

“Yeo.” You whined, embarrassment creeping up your spine, and he just laughed before placing feather-light kisses along your neck, the sensation making you squirm. Your hands fell to his shoulders as those light kisses turned into wet, open-mouthed kisses. He made sure there were a few deep purple spots left behind before pulling away, fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt.

He was careful as he pulled the fabric over your head, leaving you in your jeans and bra, and he inhaled deeply as he took you in. His hands found your hips once more, leaning in to place gentle kisses all over your chest, even over your bandage, causing you to whine softly.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your skin, and your fingers curled into his shirt as he kissed the top of your breast. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wait, sweetheart, I need you.”

“Me too,” You breathed out, head falling back when his hands cupped your ass, “I need you Yeo. So bad.”

The whiny tone of your voice was driving Yeosang insane, his grip growing tighter on your ass as you rolled your hips against his now hard cock. He then pulled away, fingers popping open the button of your jeans before helping you shimmy out of them and your underwear.

Groaning, he pulled you back into his lap, hands exploring your bare skin as you pulled him back into a mind-shattering kiss. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip, and you parted them without any restraint, allowing him to completely invade your mouth. Trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh he cupped your pussy, finger dipping between your folds eliciting a moan from your swollen lips.

“Fuck you’re drenched.” He gritted his teeth as he felt his dick twitch, begging to be released from it confieds and buried in your heat. You pulled away from him, hands going down to his jeans, undoing the button.

“I wanna ride you, please.” You begged, looking at him with misty eyes and Yeosang felt as if he could cum from that sight alone. He released your hips, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Of course, pretty, but you’ve gotta really be quiet this time.” He teased and you pouted softly causing him to chuckle before helping you pull his jeans and underwear off, his cock standing tall and you wrapped your fingers around him. As soon as your fingers touched his aching cock he let out a groan, head falling back and he grabbed your wrist as you started to jerk him off. “No teasing.” He warned, and you bit your lip softly but nodded nonetheless, releasing your grip.

“This, too.” You tugged at his shirt, moving further up his lap, and Yeosang was happy to oblige. He pulled the fabric off his body, throwing it over to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your eyes fell to his scarred skin, fingers tracing the rigid skin. You could clearly see where he had been bitten before, and all sorts of other wounds you could only guess were from knives.

Leaning forward, he placed one last kiss on your lips, pulling your gaze away from his body before whispering, “c’mon, ride me, sweetheart.”

He watched as your face grew a brighter shade of red, but you still rose up on your knees using one hand to steady yourself on his shoulder and using the other to grab his dick, lining his tip with your leaking slit. As if on instinct, his hand came up to cover your mouth as you lowered yourself onto him, muffling the loud cry of his name that fell from your lips. He gritted his teeth as your tight heat slowly started to envelope his cock.

“Shit.” He cursed, fingers digging into your hip to ground himself, but the way your tears escaped from the corner of your eyes and over his hand almost made him lose himself entirely. “You’re driving me insane, sweetheart.” He growled as you sank down on him fully, your fingers lying on his chest.

“Yeo.” You mewled, body trembling in his lap as he stretched you open. This position had him reaching even deeper than last time and leaving you completely breathless. It took you a few moments to catch your breath before you rolled your hips slowly.

“You feel so good, love,” Yeosang groaned, leaning forward, latching his lips onto the supple skin of your neck. His hand slipped from your lips, down to your back, and wrapped his finger around the claps of your bra, undoing it. Pulling the straps off your arms, he let your breast pop free, his eyes locked on your chest as you continued to roll your hips, soft mewls falling from your lips.

Your breath hitched in your throat when his lips wrapped around your nipple, hips shuddering at the sudden increase of pleasure. Your brain was starting to turn to mush as every drag of his cock had him hitting all of the right places. A moan fell past your lips as your head fell back, one of your hands treading through Yeosang’s hair as he pulled away from your chest with a wet ‘pop’, hazy eyes looking up at you.

“Come on, sweetheart,” He cooed softly, planting a kiss under your jaw, his hand gripping your hips, “Ride me. Use me.”

You bite your lip, tilting your head to meet his eyes with that same misty-eyed look that drives him absolutely insane. Lifting your hips, you dropped back down, shockwaves shooting throughout your body. Muffled moans and whines filled the room as you rode him, your pace still slow and Yeosang was fighting demons to not just grab your hips and fuck up into you.

“Yeo–” You choked out as he brushed over your sweet spot, causing your legs to shake, your body collapsing against his, “I can’t, it’s too much.” You whined into his neck, heat flushing your face in embarrassment.

Yeosang chuckled but kissed your shoulder regardless before whispering in your ear, “Lie against me, love.”

You did as told, wrapping one of your arms around his neck and lying against him. His hands trailed from your hips to the small of your back before he grabbed your ass. Using the plush of your ass as leverage he thrusts up into your cunt eliciting a choked moan from your lungs.

“F-Fuck!” You cried out as he set a rough pace, hitting all the right spots to leave you seeing stars. Unable to control your volume, you buried your face, his neck, hand gripping the wood of the headboard. Incoherent moans and cries of his name fell from your lips; mouth latching onto the skin of his shoulder to try and ground yourself, but his brutal pace made it damn near impossible.

Yeosang’s grip on your ass was like vice sure to leave bruises behind, a pained groan leaving his lips when he felt your teeth sink into his skin. His dick twitched and he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially not if you keep squeezing him like you are.

“I’m close, fuck!” He groaned into your shoulder, and you let out a mewl before detaching your teeth from his skin and lifting yourself to look at him. You cupped his face in your hands, leaning down to kiss him, and it was anything but neat. Teeth clashing and a mess of drool.

“M-Me too.” You choked out, eyes fluttering shut as he hit that spongy spot, causing white spots to cloud your vision. Your high was right on the tip of your tongue, needing just a little bit of a push before you toppled over. Then your mind went hazy, the only thoughts being how good he felt in you and how you wanted more, “Cum in me Yeo, please. I need to feel you.”

Your pleading tone had his mind spiraling, eyes locked on yours as he continued to fuck up into you. Seeing that same begging gleam in your eyes was enough to lose the last bit of sanity he had left. His grip tightened, and his pace became relentless, leaving you gasping for breath.

“You want me to fill you up, hmm?” He growled in your ear as your head fell to his chest, “Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You cried out as he landed a few more harsh thrusts, and as his tip abused your cervix, you felt that cord snap and your high came crashing over you. Broken and incoherent cries of his name fell from your lips as your body shook in his hold.

Yeosang gritted his teeth as you tighten around his cock almost making it hard to pull out. His gut tightening as he fucked your through your high. Then when he heard the soft sobs of his name leave your lips his dick twitched before he painted your velvet walls white. He held your body close to his as he came deep in your womb, breathing erratically.

Both of you lay there, slowly coming down from your highs, your eyes drooped, threatening to close. Opening his eyes, Yeosang moved his hands to your hips, massaging the taut muscle, causing you to sigh, your body melting more into his.

“C’mon, love, let’s get you cleaned up, then we can sleep.” He spoke softly, easily lifting your body despite your whine in protest. Your whole body shivered as he pulled out of your spent cunt, leaving behind the feeling of his cum oozing out.

You just lay there, half asleep, as Yeosang stood from the bed to find his boxers. Once he had them on, he grabbed a rag that was sitting on the nightstand and gently grabbed your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Your droopy eyes watched as he cleaned you up before he pulled your underwear up your legs and over your hips. With a smile, he grabbed your arms and pulled you up until you were sitting, a pout forming on your lips.

“You’re cute.” He teased, kissing you softly, and you hummed, relishing in the feeling of his lips on yours. He helped you pull his shirt on and then climbed back in bed with you in his arms.

You lay on his chest, fingers drawing shapes on his skin absentmindedly as you pondered everything. Letting out a huff, you lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest, so you could look at him.

“I’m sorry you got captured.” Your voice was meek, and he just looked down at you for a moment before resting his hand on top of your head.

“It’s not your fault, love, plus I’m here now, aren’t I?” He asked, a smile pulling on the corner of his lips, when you nodded.

“Yes, and I’m not gonna let anything happen to you again.” You stated before laying your head back down on his chest, your hold on his body was tight, scared that if you let go even a little bit, he’d slip away.

Yeosang looked at you in admiration, knowing very well that he wouldn’t be where he is right now if it weren’t for you. So he hummed as he shifted, pulling your body closer to his, and his eyes closed peacefully for the first time in a long time.

The sun had barely started peeking over the horizon when you and Yeosang woke up. You started gathering all of your things, making sure everything was accounted for, while Yeosang sat at the kitchen table writing a letter to San and Wooyoung. He knew the chances of finding them were gonna be low, but he wanted to give them a chance to join both of you.

Once he was finished, he folded it neatly and then stood, walking over to you. Seeing him out of the corner of your eye, you turned to give him a small smile, “Ready?”

He hummed, grabbing the bag from your hands, not giving you a chance to protest, and Jisung walked into the room with another bag in his hand.

“Here’s some food, it’s not much.” He told you a flicker of guilt flashed across his face, but you just shook your head, grabbing the bag from his outstretched hand.

“It’s perfect, thank you, Jisung.” You thanked him, then all three of you walked outside, the breeze blowing your hair all over the place.

Jisung unlocked the car for you, but barely made it off the porch when Yeosang put his hand on the brunette’s shoulder. Turning around, he looked at the redhead with a questioning gaze, but Yeosang just held up the letter.

“I know the chances aren’t likely, but if you happen to run into a few survivors, San and Wooyoung, would you give them this and say it’s from me?” He asked, his lips pulling into a tight line when Jisung looked from him to the letter. However, his shoulders relaxed when Jisung agreed, and he took the letter, putting it in his pocket. “Thank you,”

“Don’t mention it,” Jisung shook his head before turning to watch as you situated everything in the car, your eyebrows creasing as you shut the trunk.

“Thank you for saving her.” Yeosang’s voice was quiet, but Jisung could hear the gratefulness in his tone, causing him to just shake his head softly.

“You’ve got yourself a good one, don’t lose her.” Jisung glanced back at him before turning back around and making his way towards the car, just as you called out for Yeosang.

“Come on.” You motioned for him, and he chuckled before stepping off the porch and walking towards you. He threw the bag he was holding into the backseat while you said goodbye to Jisung.

“Be safe out there.” Jisung offered you a smile, his hands stuffed in his pockets, and you nodded, a sad smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“See you ‘round Jisung.” You bid him a farewell, and Yeosang gave him a curt nod before he took a step back.

He watched as Yeosang pulled you away from the driver's door by your shirt, causing you to glare at him, telling him that you could drive. A smile tugged on his lips once more as he watched the two of you bicker, memories of his past flashing in his mind. He could only hope that the two of you have all the time in the world together, to have something that he wouldn’t be able to have anymore.

“Take care of yourself, Ji.” You called out to him from the passenger side window, waving at him one last time before the car disappeared down the driveway.

Then, with a sigh, he turned and walked back to the house, the door closing softly behind him like the end of a chapter.

In the car, Yeosang glanced over at you, seeing you stare out the window, and his heart tightened in his chest. Looking back at the road, he moved his hand from the gear shift to your thigh, squeezing softly, and you looked over at him.

“Thank you for saving me.” He started, eyes glued to the road ahead, “for everything really.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, grabbing his hand in yours and bringing it to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss on the back, “I think you’ve been poked and prodded enough in this lifetime,” You joked and he chuckled, glancing over at you with a fondness that had you melting in your seat. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

Yeosang’s stomach flipped as you laid your intertwined hands in your lap, a contented smile on your lips. It was then that he swore that he would do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that you stayed safe in this fucked up world.

By the time you made it to the bunker, the sun was starting to set, meaning you only had a few more hours of sunlight to work with. You both decide to leave everything in the car and go inside to scope everything out.

“You go left, I’ll go right.” You told Yeosang as you pointed down the hall, pistol tight in your hand. He nodded, and you both split up, walking down the dimly lit hallway quietly. There were plenty of rooms on either side of the hall, so you opened each door, inspecting the rooms before moving on to the next.

Making your way down the hall, you felt your shoulders relax when everything turned out to be clear; the only worries were the thick layer of dust that covered almost every surface, but that was something a little cleaning could fix.

Walking back to the entrance, you saw Yeosang walking towards you, a smile on his lips, and you raised an eyebrow. He stopped in front of you, shoving his gun in the holster on his hip.

“There’s running water.” He told you, and you let out a gasp of disbelief. They had cut off all of the water supply everywhere shortly after the outbreak.

“Are you serious?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Come on, let’s grab everything before it gets too dark.” He told you, placing his hand on the small of your back as you climbed the stairs to the door.

Stepping outside, you stopped, head turning as you took in the open field around you. You were sure that if you and Yeosang gathered all the supplies you’d need, this place could easily become a new sanctuary. Crossing your arms, you nodded with a determined smile while Yeosang glanced down at you, taking in the way the sunset illuminated your face.

“This place has potential.” You told the redhead, turning your head to look up at him, and he nodded.

“Y/n.” The sound of your name being called caused your shoulders to stiffen, and both of you turned, seeing a figure walking towards you, a bag hanging from their hand.

Once he got closer, Yeosang quickly grabbed you, pulling you behind him as he drew his gun, aiming it at the man. You looked around Yeosang’s tall figure, and your eyes grew wide when you recognized who it was, Choi Seungcheol, the very guard that you hadn’t expected to see again.

“I mean no harm,” Seungcheol spoke, dropping the bag and raising his hands in the air. You slowly moved to stand next to Yeosang, who was still glaring at the man, but you carefully put your hand on top of the gun, pushing it down and telling him that it was okay. Once the weapon was lowered, Seungcheol let his hands fall to his side, eyes landing on you, “Are you okay?”

You looked at him skeptically, hand still wrapped around Yeosang’s wrist, “I’m fine. Why are you here, Seungcheol? How did you even find us?”

Seungcheol let out a sigh. “The mayor had this whole elaborate plan to use you to get him most of the way to the capital.” He started, pointing at Yeosang, who was still moments away from putting a bullet in the man’s skull. “He wanted to get rid of you, but had no probable cause, so he decided to make it seem as if you died along the way.” You felt your jaw tighten. You knew that man had something up his sleeve; that was no surprise. When you didn’t say anything Seungcheol took that as a sign to continue, “but when Jihoon made it back to the compound informing us that you were still alive and managed to break him free the mayor was enraged, went on a whole rage fit, sent me out to find you and kill you.”

Hearing his words, Yeosang’s shoulders tensed, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him, and his finger wrapped around the trigger. Noticing Seungcheol let out a short laugh, shaking his head.

“Calm down, lover boy, I’m not here for that.” He told Yeosang, his face turning serious as he looked at you, “But he won’t stop until he believes that you’re actually dead.” He explained, before offering a deal, “I can tell him that you had been caught in a hoard while I was chasing you, but I need something that will make it believable.”

You let his words soak in; even now, he was helping you, just as he had in the beginning, when he warned you. Swallowing thickly, you started to think of something that you could give him, then your fingers subconsciously reached for the locket that was wrapped around your neck.

Your mother’s locket.

Ever since she gave it to you right before she turned, you have never once taken it off, let alone let anyone touch it. The mayor knew this because you freaked the hell out the one time he took it, resulting in him getting a busted lip, and that was the first time that he had actually locked you up. Your fingers tightened around the dainty chain as memories of your mother crossed your mind.

You knew your mom loved you even after all of the abuse she let you suffer. Biting your lip, you brought your shaky hands up to unclasp the hook while the two men watched you quietly. Seungcheol knew about the locket; he had been the one to bring it back to you after the mayor took it.

Yeosang gently grabbed your arm as he noticed the tears starting to fall from the corners of your eyes. “Are you okay?”

You hadn’t even realized that you started crying until you looked up at him, your vision blurry. Shaking your head softly, you wiped your face, “I’m okay.” You whispered meekly before walking over to Seungcheol and holding the locket out.

Seungcheol looked at the piece of jewelry before looking back at you, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “It’s the only thing that will make it believable.”

“Alright.” He let out a sigh, taking the locket in his gloved hand and placing it in his chest pocket. “If I can, I'll find a way to get it back to you.” He patted your shoulder as you nodded, wiping your nose, “Here.” You watched as he grabbed the bag he had dropped earlier, handing it over to you, and you grabbed it. He looked around before nodding to himself, “Take care of yourself, kid, maybe we’ll see each other again in the future.”

Yeosang walked up to you, pulling the bag from your hands and throwing it over his shoulder as the two of you watched Seungcheol walk off. You felt your chest grow tight, and your lips were moving before you realized.

“Seungcheol!” You called out for him and he stopped, looking back at you, “Thank you.”

He gave you a salute before continuing his journey back, and you watched until it disappeared back into the tree line. Once he was out of sight, you let out a heavy sigh and looked over at Yeosang with a smile, hand lying on his waist.

“Let’s get everything inside before it gets dark.” You suggested, and he nodded, following you back to the vehicle.

Dropping the bags on the metal table in the kitchen area, you rested your hands on your hips, letting everything sink in. You and Yeosang were safe and ready to start a new chapter in your lives. Then you felt a weight in your pockets.

Reaching into your pocket, your fingers wrap around the small vial before pulling it out. You lifted your hand, allowing the light to reflect off the blue translucent liquid. Noticing your movement, Yeosang looked over, but his eyes went wide as he took in the sight of the vial.

Your eyes trailed from the vial to the redhead that stood in front of you, who looked over to meet your eyes. Bringing your hand down, you let it weigh there for a moment before finally opening your mouth.

“What do you think we could do with it?”

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮

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