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[devotedfem]

∞ Virus

Synopsis: The pandemic made people turn feral, like savage beasts. The news said that the virus was spread by a mysterious and wild being. And you were unlucky enough to be the target of infatuation of said being.

J. Hoseok x f. reader

Genre: zombie/virus au | yander-ish.

Tags: Monster Hoseok, virus, apocalypse au, Hoseok is the cause and bearer of the virus, bites, primal fear, predator/prey, fear play, obsession, infatuation, uncanny Hoseok, strong reader.

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Your hands trembled frantically, and the primal deep fear squeeze your chest in a piton grip, making you stand still on your spot. Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to run.

The news from the tv on your back served as white noise, making chills run your body.

“STAY IN YOUR HOME! I REPEAT IT, STAY IN YOUR HOME. DON’T GO OUT BY ANY MEANS!”

The wail from the reporter made you feel numb.

“DON’T TRY TO HELP YOUR FAMILY OR FRIENDS IF THEY GOT BITTEN, THEY’RE GONE! THE VIRUS TOOK THEM AWAY! SAVE YOURSELF!”

You agree on that, they weren’t just the same anymore. They were gone.

“EVERYTHING IS LOST! DON’T WENT OUT! I’M BEGGING YOU, IT’S DANGEROUS OUT HERE! EVERYONE IS INFECTED!”

You kept standing still, numb from head to toe. Wrapped by the white noise from the tv on your back.

“HE WILL CATCH YOU! HE’S EVEN MORE DANGEROUS THAN THE OTHERS, BECAUSE HE SPREAD IT! HE’S THE FIRST VIRUS CARRIER, A MONSTER, BUT A SMART ONE!”

Numb. You stand numb.

“He’s… we don’t know where he came from, or why did he spread this deadly virus, but he knows what he’s doing, and he’s using the corpse of your beloved ones to hurt us, to overpower humans…”

The reporter’s voice weakened, turning into a whisper. Almost as if he gave up.

And then you heard him screaming again, but this time in horror and pain. Other screams sounded from the people around the reporter. He got bitten, you supposed.

Then your tv went completely silent. Ending the live.

It was indeed a monster that spread this virus, but one that looked and acted human. He was evil, he wanted an army of corpses to run the world under his command.

It was the second week since the pandemic, everyday escalated into a worse one. Until everyone got bitten, all of the tv channels were off air, except the one from minutes ago, but like the others, it's gone.

The city was taken by the virus, every second you heard a wail and a scream, every person got bitten. The corpses were fast, extremely and inhumanly fast. And the virus was very easy to spread, just a tiny bit of infected saliva in a little wound was enough to turn you into a feral and deadly corpse.

It is just impossible to not get bitten, your building was just full of them. The city was also on flames, burning. Leaving nothing behind, taking all kind of resources away.

And you knew it was his doing. He knew that if he burned away resources, the chances of surviving will decrease, letting survivors no choice but to succumb to the virus, to end their suffering.

Everyone got infected.

Except you.

And, you’d thought that it’d be a matter of time until you got the virus too.

After all, there was no chances for you to run, your building was surrounded by so many of them. All the supermarkets and houses were turned into ashes from the fire.

You have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

You lowered your head then, watching the red bite marks all around your forearm, some were fresh, others were old. But they were there.

You got bitten, the first day of this pandemic to be more specific.

And he knows it.

That’s why he’s watching you like a hawk, with vicious and piercing maroon eyes fixated on your forearm, and then on your face.

He never dared to broke into your home, he let his minions of corpses to do the dirty job, but he watched with fascination how even though you got bitten, you killed all of them, never turning.

You were always killing them, they were kind of weak after all, the only problem was that if they infected you, you were fucked. But that never happened because you were immune to the virus.

He always laughs with disbelief, intrigue and anger. For a monster and carrier of this feral virus, he was very level headed and calm.

He was impressive, and something tell you that he thinks the same of you.

He never broke into your apartment, until now. He broke down your door, with a calm expression. Walking into your living room, facing you. The dinning table was the only thing separating the both of you.

He grinned, like a predator ready to pounce its prey.

You faltered, like a lamb to its slaughter.

“Did you got tired of waiting to turn me into one of your brainless minions,” you mocked, bitter. Trying to sound unfazed, but he saw right through your act, grinning widely.

“I’m never tired of you.” His voice was raspy and too low to sound human, making you feel chills on your body. He was so uncanny.

“Then what the fuck are you here for? What do you want from me? I’ll kill myself before letting you turn me into one of you,” you spat with clenched fists.

He frowned, throwing the dinning table away from his path with an inhuman force. Standing inches from your body, making you tremble with panic. He gripped your chin to make you look up at him.

“I’m here to take my pet, I’m tired of just watching you.”

“I’m not a pet,” you whispered with hatred in your tone.

He smirked, like the devil.

“But you’re mine.”

And after that, nothing was the same.

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It’s super sweet that the drawings Jimin made on the mirror in their practice room are still there, 10 months later. And it’s also super sweet that Hobi took a picture with them.

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