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The Last Remaining | Part 06

-> South Korea was left abandoned after a 'zombie' virus sweeps the nation. Left to save themselves, Y/N and a group of seven men, who she's found safety in, rely on each other to stay alive as they travel to the south side of the country on the hunt for a rumoured 'z-free' haven. But nothing is ever easy. Especially when they find it's not only just zombies they need to watch their backs for.

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 6: swearing, violence

-> Word count: 3,208 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 06: Sensei Jimin🧟

“Are you alright? Did those bastards hurt you? I swear to God if they touched you in any way—”

Jungkook bombarded you with questions as soon as you all sat down to rest at a random intersection, after running at least two blocks away without a break. You were busy trying to catch your breath while Jungkook looked like he barely broke a sweat. You were still in shock and overwhelmed at what you’ve just witnessed. A disturbing doctor, nearly being tricked into eating zombies, cannibalism, the list can go on.

Just seeing Jungkook and being with him healed your soul. You were thankful to be alive and you were thankful he was alive too. So much so you had pulled him into a hug without even thinking about it.

It was one way to immediately shut him up. He stood paralysed, unsure how to breathe, think, or act. When the gears in his brain started to work again, you felt his strong arms wrapped around your waist bringing you closer to his warm body. Jungkook could literally feel your racing heartbeat through your back. And you could feel his through his chest. He was all you needed to remind you life was worth the little things.

“Thank you Kook,” you mumbled into his chest. Hearing you shorten his name like that had him feeling butterflies in his stomach. Only his close friends occasionally called him ‘Kook’, but it hit different coming out of your mouth. He wanted to hear you call him that ten more times. “Thank you for coming back and saving us. Saving me.”

He leaned his chin on your head, grateful you were safe in his arms, “always.”

“Is everyone okay? Nobody ate the soup, right?” Namjoon asked everyone, hands on his knees as he recharged his physical battery.

You and Jungkook pulled away from each other to join the rest. Everyone replied an exhausted ‘no’ between breaths to Namjoon’s question. You sat down next to Yoongi, checking up on him and thanking him for his rescue mission efforts. Jungkook went to go sit down next to Jin, who had some teasing tricks up his sleeve.

“Jungkook definitely had a spoonful or two. Did anyone see how fast he picked up that bowl?” Jin teased him, playfully nudging him as Jungkook hit him on the shoulder in retaliation. Hoseok and Taehyung bursted out laughing.

“Our Jungkook-ie’s a true gentleman now,” Jimin joined in on the teasing on his brother as the four of them all laughed together. Jungkook rubbed at the back of his neck in embarrassment. His round cheeks turned a faint rosy pink colour as he met your gaze. You were smiling at him, softly laughing along with the cheeky men. Seeing your smile made him forget he was ever self-conscious.

“Jokes aside, my arm feels like it's going to fall off,” Yoongi groaned, sliding off a chunky army backpack from around his shoulder and ditching it on the ground. He unzipped it to reveal handguns, ammunition, walkie-talkies, and body gear packed inside, "take your pick lady and gentlemen."

The boys were in awe of the different type of gems the duo managed to get their hands on. While they crowded around Yoongi, Namjoon gently pulled you to the side.

"I'm sorry Y/N," he apologised causing a puzzled frown on your face, but before you could ask any questions he continued, "you were right to be suspicious about those missing zombie parts. And I feel very ashamed I shut you down like that. I feel like if I listened to you, maybe we could've avoided that entire thing," he sighed heavily, looking down while burying his head in his hands.

You shook your head in disagreement, "there was no way we could've known any of that was going to happen. So please don't blame yourself," you tried to comfort him, but it did very little. He was still disappointed in himself and remained quiet, lost in deep rumination. That's when you had a thought.

"Who's idea was code purple?" you whispered to him softly after a moment of silence.

He glanced up at you, thinking for a second before answering, "it was mine."

"What's the reasoning behind it?" you asked. Namjoon didn't understand the sudden interrogation behind code purple but he answered your question regardless.

"I made it up in case we ever got split up and had to try find each other again. We decided if that were to ever happen, we just had to trust each other and that it'd all work out somehow and we'd all meet again," he explained to you nonchalantly. It was a very intellectual idea. You admired his sense of foresight.

"I think code purple is what saved us," you told him, giving him a small smile. He stared at you blankly like he didn't get your point, "you saved us Namjoon,” you clarified, emphasising on the 'you,' making sure your message got into his head.

"If you hadn't have set up that system, how could Yoongi and Jungkook have understood the situation? How could they have found us? With breadcrumbs?" you joked sarcastically, making him chuckle, a positive sign your pep talk was getting somewhere, "you make smart moves Namjoon. I understand why they look up to you so much," you referred to 'they' as in the boys. Briefly glancing at them, the younger ones were playing with handguns like they were in an action movie only to get scolded by the older ones.

"Don't let someone who deceived you doubt yourself and your abilities," you patted his shoulder just as Jungkook called you over, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“Is he alright?” he whispered lowly into your ear as he kept an anxious eye on his brother.

“He’s fine,” you assured him, reaching out to rub his hand gently, “just needed a little motivation that’s all.”

And as if on cue, Namjoon stepped in to calm an overly excited Taehyung and Jimin from mishandling a gun before he addressed everyone, “it’s time we get the fuck out of here.”

According to a tiny tourist paper map Yoongi found back at the police station, the next city to pass through was Osan. There was no way of making it there before nightfall. And there was no way any one of you wanted to stay another night in Suwon.

Once you all had journeyed as far as the sunlight allowed you to, Namjoon declared to spend the night at an old camping grounds close by. The boys found their confidence levels boosting with every kill they made with their new equipment. It was a bigger upgrade from their last weapons — a rusty axe and pepper spray. You, on the other hand, were still incapable of properly killing a zombie.

The only thing you felt confident using was a taser. It was simple for a simple girl like you. Just aim and tase. But that wouldn’t be very effective if you were ever swarmed. Plus the batteries could run out at any time, making it a very unreliable source.

The only other things you’ve used in the apocalypse have been a baseball bat and your pocket knife — sort of. You used your baseball bat to push away zombies to create enough distance for you to run away rather than kill them. And the only time you used your knife was to threaten Jungkook and Jimin the first time you guys met. Which according to Jungkook didn’t scare them at all. Only the boys have been killing zombies. You, so far, have been a bit useless.

You weren’t proud of it. You were actually embarrassed about it. So when the boys got busy building a fire and trying to catch fish from the nearby lake, you took it upon yourself to get some training in.

About a minute away, you found a good empty space of ground next to the lake to practice your shooting. You weren’t very familiar with guns. You assumed the one you had taken was a handgun, considering it was one of the smaller ones that fit nicely in your hand.

“You got this Y/N, you know what you’re doing” you motivated yourself, trying to convince yourself you had it under control. You held the gun in both your hands, arms fully extended as you aimed at a tree trunk in front of you.

Just as you were trying to adjust to the feel of it and sussing out your aim, you heard a low groan that did not sound so human. Appearing from behind a tree trunk was a thin and very rough looking zombie. Its clothes had been ripped and its blue-ish skin was covered in dirt, perfectly camouflaging into the brown nature. It looked like it’s been lurking in the woods for a while based off the state it was in.

It was still a good distance from you, not in much of a rush to get to you. It gave you enough time to aim at it, making it your very first target. Closing one eye for the most accurate aim, once you were satisfied you could hit him you pulled the trigger. But to your surprise, nothing came out.

You frowned, pulling it again but nothing came out again. And the zombie only came closer, closing the gap between you two.

“Shit! Why won’t it shoot!” you yelled, your frustration getting to you as you prepare to run before it’s too late.

“Turn off the manual safety,” you heard a familiar voice call from behind you, glancing back to find Jimin coming out from the bushes. Before you could yell what safety he quickly specified, “turn down the lever on the left side!”

You didn’t notice it before, the tiny lever on the side of the gun. The zombie was only an arms length away from you as you immediately pulled the trigger without properly aiming. Luckily, the bullet shot right into the zombies chest, killing it for the second time.

“Shit,” you breathed out, panting from the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Jimin appeared at your side, shaking his head in disapproval as he slipped the gun out your hands.

“Do I have to start keeping an eye on you missy?” he raised a brow while tucking the gun away in his pants, but not before turning on the manual safety.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as he chuckled at your clumsiness, “I was just getting some training in, no big deal.”

Jimin gave you that ‘are-you-serious?’ look as he placed his hands on his hips, “no big deal but you nearly got yourself killed? Yeah I think we will leave the gun training for later,” he responded sassily making you giggle.

He picked up two long sturdy branches lying on the floor, handing one to you while he kept the other.

“Do you know how to sword fight?”

Of course you didn't know how to sword fight. Just another thing to add to the list of talents you don't have.

Jimin shared he learned kendo for about 8 years when he was younger. He explained to you that it was a form of Japanese martial arts with bamboo swords. It taught him all the basics of sword fighting. He enjoyed the thrill of it, fueling his innocent little dreams of wanting to become a pirate.

As he grew older, so did his love and hobby for sword-fighting. When he became old and mature enough he began to learn kenjutsu and iaido, which were more comprehensive and traditional forms of japanese sword-fighting.

"So you're like a samurai?" you joked as he adjusted your awkward-not-very-samurai-like stance, laughing at your comment.

"I guess so?" he answered, not so sure if he'd ever consider himself to be. But now that he was actually using his sword-fighting skills in the real world, especially to kill, he figured he might actually just qualify.

You spent nearly two hours learning the proper stance, how to hold your 'sword', as well as basic attack and defense techniques. Once you managed to roughly memorise those skills, Jimin decided to put your knowledge to the test by making you spar with him. That's when the sweet and kind Jimin you knew transformed into the merciless sensei you never knew was hiding inside him.

He did not go easy on you. He was very strict, quick to point out when you weren't using the proper stance, or if you weren't hitting him properly, or even if you were being too slow. Nor did he allow you many breaks. He told you it was for your own good, and although you did agree with him, part of you just wanted to collapse on the ground and do nothing for an hour.

By the time Jungkook came to interrupt your training session to inform you both dinner had been cooked, the sun had already set. There was a cool spring breeze in the air that gave you goosebumps, but that didn't bother Jimin's teaching mode. The first thing Jungkook noticed about you was how exhausted you were. But from the brief moment he saw you sparring he could tell you've learned a thing or two.

You were impressed to find a well-lit campfire and grilled fish awaiting you. The boys were huddled around the campfire, sharing bowls they stole from the grounds keeper's cabin between each other. Yoongi stood up, handing you a bowl of grilled fish and what appeared to be vegetable soup.

"Hope it's not too early to be having soup," he laughed with a mouthful of food lodged in his mouth, comfortingly patting your shoulder.

The rest of the night was followed by conversations, laughter, and stories from what life was like before the apocalypse as you all sat around the fireplace. In that brief moment it felt like there no apocalypse to begin with. You actually felt a sense of normality after the longest time of the most bizarre things ever known to man happening to you. It just felt like you were with a group of friends who spontaneously decided to go camping one day. You felt like you've known the boys forever. In a way their presence soothed you. To hear Hoseok's contagious laughter, to listen to Jimin's expressive story-telling, to eat Jin's well-cooked dinner despite the circumstances, and to feel protected by Jungkook. The world could end but as long as you're surrounded by your new friends, you felt like nothing could hurt you.

As the night deepened and the boys dozed off one by one, you on the other hand were wide awake. You had never struggled to fall asleep this much before. Even after twisting and turning your entire body. Maybe it was the uncomfortable hard ground or the chilly breeze against your skin. But you just could not fall asleep.

The only other person who was awake was Jin. He was first in line to stay up and keep watch. You offered to take over his job for him and let him have a sleep. He turned down your offer, keeping you company as you both talked for a bit. Until his eyes became redder and drier, he knew he was losing the battle between him and his self conscious begging him to sleep.

You were lucky the moon was full and shining above you, blessing you with its moonlight. The fire had to be put out before everyone slept to prevent attracting attention from zombies. You used to be terrified of the dark. Yet here you were. Sitting in the dark, outside, in silence, with just yourself. Strangely, it wasn't as scary as you previously believed. Matter of fact, it was somewhat relaxing.

Where you had set up camp was right next to the lake. You left your spot from next to Jungkook and went to sit on the bank, next to the water. The lake was gorgeous under the moonlight, taking your breath away. It reflected the off-white moon, the clusters of stars in the sky, and the silhouette of forest trees on the horizon. You could hear the calming sounds of water, crickets, and frogs croaking. It sounds gross but having a break from hearing the groan of zombies or something being killed was a nice change.

"You still up?"

Jungkook's voice startled you out of your thoughts. You turned around to find him rubbing his eyes as he yawned and stretched his arms, before making himself comfy next to you.

"Couldn't sleep," you sighed, your gaze lingering on the moonlit landscape in front of you.

"I understand that, you've been through quite a lot," he whispered softly. You felt his hand rest on top of yours, his thumb caressing your skin.

You let silence fill the atmosphere. It was somehow the loudest silence you've ever experienced.

"The last time I fell asleep," you started, glancing at him to find his big brown eyes giving you their fullest attention. Even in the dark under the restricted moonlight, you could still see his sparkling eyes, "I woke up and you weren't there."

Jungkook's relaxed expression immediately melted into concern as he pulled you into him without hesitation, "I'm sorry I left you by yourself."

"It's not your fault Kook," you wiggled out his grip to see his face and look him in the eyes, "it's just the shit world we live in. I can't trust this stupid world and the stupid things they do."

You felt ridiculous tearing up as it was just something of the past, but you felt ten times more embarrassed as you felt the tears roll down your cheeks. You couldn't look him in the eye anymore, glancing down as your face turned an angry red in shame.

Jungkook cupped your hot cheeks, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. You felt a sense of deja vu, thinking back to the first time you met. Except this time, you didn't try cut his hand off.

"You're right to not trust the world," he muttered, gently pulling you closer to rest his lips on your forehead, giving you a light peck, "but you can trust me, okay? I'll always find a way back to you."

You couldn't say or do anything but just quietly cry in his arms as he comforted you. You aren't sure what came over you. Nor did you understand why you were so attached to Jungkook and why he was so attached to you. Why was he so willing to protect you? To take care of you? And always come back to you as he says? And why do you let him? Was it the lack of love in your life that made you crave his? Was it because your self-conscious felt safe enough around him and the rest of the boys that you've developed an unhealthy attachment to them?

You weren't so sure or understood anything in life anymore. The last thing you remembered before finally drifting off to sleep was Jungkook's body snuggled up close to yours as he gently caressed your hair.

Until you jolted up the next morning to Hoseok's frantic voice piercing your eardrums,

"He's gone!"

(a/n: HERE SHE ISSS after a long weeks hiatus she has returned ladies & gentlemen!! i hope u enjoyed this part. honestly this part is lowk a let down after a weeks absence i’m so sorry like there’s no drama or action 🙄🙄 but don’t worry, as u can tell by my cliffhanger 🤭, the nxt part is for sure going to be more eventful!

i love u all thank u so much for reading n loving this series i rlly enjoy writing this series and can’t wait to write out all my ideas i’ve planned for this series 💖 till nxt time, stay sexy kids xoxo😛😛😘😘)

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rosethornewrites · 5 months ago

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T & G reading since 8/13

Finished

Teen:

no time for crying, by Narci (6 chapters)

Jingyi’s made a lot of silly mistakes on night hunts before. Everyone has, even Sizhui.

But this may be the worst.

(Jingyi stares harder in hopes that the two children will suddenly regrow to their previous sizes. They do not. Jingyi keeps trying.

He whispers, “have you ever just like realized that you’re about to be literally murdered?”

“Can’t say I’ve had that particular realization, no,” Zizhen replies with the air of a born badass. Jin Ling sighs.

“Murder is wrong,” the child in black interjects wisely.

Even at age six, Senior Wei is lecturing us, Jingyi thinks hysterically.)

The blame game, by apathyinreverie (🔒)

Wei Ying doesn’t know what to make of it when, after he so publicly confronts the Jins, his staunchest supporter turns out to be… Zewu-jun?

(Or, Lan Xichen time travels, immediately goes about fixing things, and promptly confuses the fuck out of everyone along the way.)

Finding a Home, by Duochanfan

Madam Yu has arranged a marriage for Wei Wuxian to the Cloud Recesses Second Jade, Lan Wangji. But will Wei Wuxian have that happy ending?

built by the fires of volcanoes, by isabilightwood

The end of the world was not Wei Wuxian’s fault. In fact, he’d slept through the event that doomed them.

After the Sunshot Campaign, 3zun threw the Yin Iron into the volcano at Nightless City. This was a bad idea. Twenty years later, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji travel back in time to prevent a hybrid volcanic eruption-zombie apocalypse. But their plan is going well, so there's plenty of time to relive their youths, convince the Dafan Wen to let them adopt their son, and matchmake friends and sisters.

Mud, by snowberryrose

In which Jiang Cheng attempts to show up Jin ZiXuan

General:

it's your soul, by syriala

Wei Wuxian never said it out loud before, the fact that Lan Zhan just loved him for his body, and he’s surprised at how much it truly hurts him. The only thing Wei Wuxian always wanted was for Lan Zhan to love him, him, and not his body, just like he loves everything about Lan Zhan.

And now he doesn't even have his own body anymore.

Through Brush Strokes and Ink Lines, by cerbykerby

There is a painting of Wei Wuxian in the Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian has no idea how it got there, and even less idea of why it is, specifically, in Lan Wangji's room.

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After waking up in Mo Xuanyu's body and being unceremoniously dragged to the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian makes a discovery.

(or: wwx and his cloud recesses shenanigans)

No, Wei Wuxian, You Cannot Divorce A Man You Haven't Married Yet!, by stiltonbasket (9 chapters)

"Have you heard? The second young mistress of Yunmeng Jiang broke her troth with Hanguang-jun and ran off to the Burial Mounds with Wen Qionglin!"

"Ah, poor Lan-er-gongzi. Breaking her sister's engagement wasn't enough for Wei-guniang, she had to betray her own intended!"

In which Wei Wuxian ditches the cultivation world, Lan Wangji goes grocery shopping, Lan Sizhui narrates his parents' love story, and Nie Huaisang is the only one who knows what's really going on. Prompt fic!

Unfinished

Teen:

so i cut the shackles and changed my name, by MichelleFeather

“A-Ying, should anything happen, should you be separated from us or find yourself in need of help, find Lan Qiren in Cloud Recesses. No matter what’s happened, he will keep you safe. He has sworn to me his home will always be open to you, no matter what.”

Following the advice of his late mother, Wei Ying runs away from Lotus Pier, knowing that if he were to stay, he would likely die at the hands of Madam Yu.

And, he finds, the Lan Clan is the place where he was always supposed to be.

Fall again, by apathyinreverie (🔒)

The one with the time travel.

this is our vow, by orro (🔒)

Waking up in Gusu isn’t a surprise but waking up as a teenager is enough to make Wei Wuxian scream, disrupting the precious silence of the Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian had been given a second chance when he was brought back to life. But this time, he can truly fix everything, and if he can’t find a way back then at least he can make some things right that he could never atone enough for.

General:

Blooming You a Garden Inside Me, by xxxMiaHikarixxx

After Wei Ying's encounter with the Waterborne Abyss, he sees the Twin Jades of Lan taking a walk. Curiously, he follows them and hears Lan Zhan's distaste for him. The first flower petal lands on his palm. Does Wei Ying have the hanahaki curse? Or is it something even more complicated?

This story started as an one-shot for a challenge and has been an ongoing multi-pov monster that fixes everything through angst, romance and lore.

The Sun is back, by Shanashe

Wen Ruohan's soul is attached to Wei Wuxian after his death. He lingers and witnesses all the canon events that follows.

Post Canon, he gets sent back to the past.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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zee-nery · 15 days ago

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MASTER-LIST

OT7 One Shots:

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OT7 Series:

Seven Shadows of the Night (discontinued)

Vampire AU

When Y/N finds herself in the back of a strangers car after a nap in the forrest will she get her happy ending or will she end up a light snack and a distant memory.

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Namjoon One Shots:

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Jin One Shots:

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Yoongi One Shots:

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Hoseok One Shots:

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Jimin One Shots:

Serendipity

Y/N and Jimin - who met through a mutual friend- explore Busan and their emotions on a first date.

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Taehyung One Shots:

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JK One Shots:

Sweet Treats

Established Relationship

Jungkook and Y/N bake some sweet treats on valentine’s day.

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JK Series:

Eternal Love (ongoing)

Zombie Apocalypse

Join Eunji on the thrilling adventure to find eternal love while stuck in a zombie apocalypse. Alongside her Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook fight to find their safe haven but will they find it within themselves first?

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Coffee Shops and Vodka Shots (coming soon)

Y/N runs a cosy café “Bean Natural” creating a warm and inviting space where locals can find comfort. While she loves her work, she often feels a bit stuck in her routine and longs for something more exciting in her life. What happens when club owner Jungkook visits for his first coffee but can't seem to get a certain someone off his mind.

#bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bangtan #masterlist #one shot #bts series

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sopejinsunflower · 2 years ago

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2022.001.003: Nice to Meet You

You haven’t been back since.

Hoseok holds back on a sigh, looking down at his feet as he massages the bridge of his nose. A week has passed since the day you saw them in their semi-opaque state, screamed your head off and had run for the hills and there is no way for any of them to check on you or find out what happened.

He misjudged you, made the mistake of putting you side by side with Soon-hee. She had screamed, too, that first time but it only took her a few minutes to compose herself before casually asking who they were. She was sceptical but rational, even thrusted her hands through Jungkook who was still materialising, causing the kid to yelp. It’s very uncomfortable when that happens, especially when sensations are coming back. It’s the same feeling as when you feel your stomach drop.

But you were the total opposite - surprising them in the process, too, because as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, they hadn’t expected that reaction - and he doesn’t think you’ll be back anytime soon. The girl has ghosted the ghosts. Ha! Hoseok chuckles to himself but without much mirth. He finally lets out the sigh he’s been holding back, rubbing a hand over his face. It’ll be a few more decades until the next girl, he guessed. And that’s being generous.

Namjoon is standing over a desk, staring intently at the book placed on top of it, the book that he had been reading the night before. He keeps one eye on Hoseok across from him, reading his friend perfectly well, but his frustration on not being able to read his book is only growing. He lost track of time last night, nose buried in the pages when the sun had risen and now he’s stuck at a cliffhanger and he’s dying to finish it. In his panic, he had accidentally shut the book, a rookie mistake that he shouldn’t be making in this day and age. They can pick up smaller things like a deck of cards but books require more energy and if he could just flip the cover-

“It must be that old housekeeper!” Jimin exclaims from the window, hands in his pockets, scowling at something he’s staring at outside. Namjoon loses his concentration and sighs exasperatedly. He goes to sit down, letting Jimin rant. ��She must have stopped her from coming back. Soon-hee should’ve gotten rid of her a long time ago like we told her to.”

“You mean,” Jin says from the sofa, “like you told her to.” Jimin pulls a face but doesn’t respond. “Relax, she’ll be back.”

Hoseok perks up. “You think so, hyung?”

Jin just shrugs his shoulders noncommittally. “Mhm. Just a feeling.”

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I am never going back there. Ever.

Even if there is a zombie apocalypse and the attic is the safest place to be. Nope. Not in this lifetime. Not even if my late grandaunt rises up from her resting place, claws her way through cement (yes, she’s buried in a family mausoleum from what I’ve been told) and tells me that I’d have to go back to the attic if I was to inherit everything. I would rather walk out of this house for good, take the money already in my account and just leave. Graduate, migrate, find a job and just forget about everything that happened.

I spent Friday simmering about how to explain missing classes by being sick without a doctor’s note but by the end of the evening, I resorted to sending an apology email to my lecturers and gave them half-truths; I had an anxiety attack and needed time to recover and in this pandemic and being in the middle of nowhere, I couldn’t get to a doctor until I was already feeling better, which by then, no doctor would grant me any sick note. I mean, it’s not really a lie. A couple of lecturers were very understanding, one didn’t buy it at all but since I was generally a proactive student on Zoom with a full attendance before, decided to dismiss it, and two others who gave me short assignments to make up for the lost attendance. Problem solved.

Now onto the main problem: the ghosts in the attic.

My first thought is that if there are ghosts in the attic then they must be everywhere! Thankfully, the month I’ve lived here has been quite uneventful until last week. I mean, if the house is haunted, shouldn’t I be warned, at least? A cryptid letter with a dozen rules and instructions on what to do or not to do? An offering to help them find peace, move on or whatever they say that ghosts do? I don’t know. I didn’t think they existed until now!

And then I had another thought, a more horrifying one: what if they are the souls of those who died here in this house? Isn’t that how ghosts manifest? Trapped forever until someone set them free by finding their bodies or helping them solve whatever unfinished business they had? Holy fuck, there might be dead bodies somewhere in the house! What kind of life did my grandaunt live?!

Or maybe it wasn’t her but the employees. It’s a big house, anyone could easily sneak past the very busy landlady and commit heinous crimes without being undetected. Which one? The gardener who hardly ever spoke a word to me but is always with a smile and a polite nod? The cook who I see glimpses of, a gruff-looking man with that french-looking moustache, which is a little out of date, who always seems to be frowning? The grumpy, old housekeeper who insists I never go up to the third floor and who doesn’t like me much? She seems more likely but I could be biassed.

The manor ground is large and wide. Anyone can easily hide a body in the woods behind the house if they wanted to and easily get away with it. Or cemented in the walls of the house. What the fuck. Okay, I should stop. Breathe. In and out. This is not productive.

As I’m taking deep breaths to calm myself and rid of all the dark ideas creeping into my head, I’m suddenly reminded again at the bizarreness of my situation. A grandaunt I’ve never met willed everything to a kin she never even bothered to get to know nor even visited in the time that she was alive with the condition that I live in this creepy, mysterious manor house for a year until everything is released to me. A little suspicious, no? I don’t want a haunted manor, by the way.

I gaze out the window. First thing’s first: I should find out more about the house and the acres of land it came with. I hit up Google but it yielded nothing, not even Google Map could find it. It could locate the area but the house is basically unmarked. Anyone could just travel up to the area and have no clue that it’s actually private property. I remember seeing the signboards miles down the road from the main gate, warning people not to go in further lest they want to be fined for trespassing.

Then I searched up my grandaunt, Lee Soon-hee. The main result isn’t anything that I didn’t know before; a renown historical archeologist under a local university with quite the rapport among the industry. But what I didn’t know is that she had also been a freelancer in archaeomythology. Interesting.

I dig deeper, going through a few pages of the Google search to find anything related, clicking on any articles that have any mentions of the name Lee that’s connected to archaeology or history. By the second hour of pouring through websites upon websites, I learn that as much as she was a respectable historian, she was very much under heavy criticism regarding her involvement with pseudoarchaeology; a nook of “archaeology” that is driven by people’s crazy, unproven, mostly over-exaggerated conclusions of the past. It’s where the theories of Atlantis and the whole world-is-ending-in-2012 thing stemmed from. That study area.

I’m neither religious nor superstitious but I do think that there are some things that you can’t explain or prove, and the whole thing with pseudoarchaeology is compelling enough for it to have that many people dedicating their lives for the cause. Grandaunt Soon-hee, however, was more involved with the darker side of the subject, specifically cult archaeology. The more I read about her, the more the items I found upstairs make sense. Or not make sense, depending on how you look at it. She wasn’t just dabbling; she was neck-deep in it.

And still no picture of her.

That’s the oddest thing. All these articles and reports on her work, both professionally or not, never included her picture. It’s not like I can look up her LinkedIn profile either; she was ninety-three when she passed, to my knowledge. I don’t think the whole LinkedIn thing is her generation. The pictures I did find were mostly those horrible black and white, tiny panel ones that you can barely make out any features or ones where she’s turned away from the camera, almost at the last minute so her face is blurry or completely hidden behind a book or a paper or whatever that was in her hands. It’s almost like she was careful not to show her face.

Who was she?

A smattering of articles mentioned that she came from old money, which explains the manor, but there was no mention on who her family was or where they or the money came from. Just this one lady with not much of a background, who happened to be interested in the dark arts as a hobby. Even her obituary wasn’t impressive for a woman of her stature in her field of work; one paragraph, less than fifty, very bland words, like they didn’t know what to say of her now that she was dead compared to when she was alive and kicking. It’s all a little strange. She was a known archaeologist, they could have at least talked about her contribution in that field.

Huh, that’s strange.

I enlarge the screen of the obituary, zooming on the date of death. The clip is a scanned picture from an old newspaper so some words are hard to decipher and I had glimpsed over a few while reading through. If I read it right, the date of death is the year I was born, exactly forty-nine days before my birthday. That doesn’t sound correct. If she was already dead, why was she listed as my next of kin my whole life? This means she didn’t recently die, either, and that a dead woman’s name has been listed as my only living relative growing up. Was I lied to? Was there a mistake? What the hell is going on?

There’s a knock on the door and I look up to see Mrs Oliviera hovering by the doorway. I’m lying on my front on the bed with my laptop in front of me and she’s glancing at the screen. I snap the Macbook shut.

“Dinner’s ready,” she says tersely. “Since you’re feeling better, I’ll set the dining table.”

I nod but don’t move, waiting for her to leave so I can go back to my little research.

She doesn’t budge but says, “You should come down soon or dinner will be cold.”

I nod again. “Okay.”

She takes the hint and walks off, her face tight. She really doesn’t like me, huh.

I reopen the laptop but a message pops up.

It’s from Ha-ri. Have you started the media report yet?

I hit reply. No, not yet. It’s due in two weeks, right?

Want to hop on a call and discuss work division? I have some time before I have to cook dinner and Ryan’s napping.

Ha-ri is a stay-at-home mother with a one-year-old son, which means partnering up with her entails dividing up the work, doing the work individually and then compiling them together before submission, hoping that somehow it all blends cohesive enough. I didn’t mind it. It’s hard to align everyone’s schedules in a postgrad course so this is the best we can do.

I agree to the call and a few seconds later, the phone rings. We finish in twenty-five minutes, the longest call so far we’ve had in regards to assignments, and I finally get up from the bed. My dinner is probably already cold and sticking to the plate by now and I will suffer yet another disapproving look from the housekeeper for waiting too long to come down and her having to reheat everything, which she seems to be opposed to because the food is no longer ‘fresh’. Okay, but you’re not the one eating it. And why can’t I use the microwave myself? Because I’m not allowed in the kitchen.

I leave my room, walking down the hallway quietly as I keep my eyes glued to the screen of my phone, typing up a sort of summary of our workload to Ha-ri so we can refer back to the text rather than having to call again.

Ring, ring, ring.

I pause, tilting my head as I strain my ears to hear. Silence. I could’ve sworn that I heard a bell ringing somewhere. I try to focus on any sounds but the ringing has stopped.

Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe it was one of those phantom sounds you sometimes hear and mistake it for your phone ringing. It’s honestly a disease of our tech-dependent generation. I continue walking, pausing again at the top of the stairs when I hear noises. This time I’m sure it’s not some phantom noise. It’s coming from upstairs, the forbidden floor.

I tiptoe up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky spots. I can somewhat hear the tinkling of plates against each other and the typical sound of when someone is carrying a bunch of silverwares in their hands. And then I smell the food. Odd. The kitchen and dining hall is towards the back of the ground floor and the smell of cooking usually doesn't carry this far up. It doesn’t make sense but my curiosity is piqued.

I take a few more steps up and crouch down by the bannister, keeping myself low and hidden in the shadows as I lean forward to see down the hallway in the direction I heard the noise. At this point, I’m convinced the house is haunted but the logical part of my brain thinks that there is an explanation. An unclosed window and the wind blowing in, a draft, mice. But what I’m seeing as I squint through the darkness is both a relief and a shocker. Mrs Oliviera is partially up the attic, her bottom half standing on the ladder. A cart with a few plates stacked on top is waiting below.

What the hell is she doing in the attic?

I can hear muffled voices. Is she talking to herself? No. The voices are deeper and…multiple? I’m growing more and more confused. I creep closer, sticking close to the walls to stay hidden. The third floor, as it is supposedly a no-entry area, is not lit and the only source of light is coming from the window at both ends of the hallways, which is why I can see the housekeeper’s activities pretty clearly.

The voices are still audible and it’s clear now it’s not hers, but males. Are there people upstairs? Did we get guests when I was down with the fever? Why wasn’t I inform and most importantly, why the fuck are they put in the attic? We have plenty of room on the second floor, well-kept with comfy queen beds instead. Is she boarding people secretly? Broke students? Runaway teens? Her errant lovers? I scratch that last idea quickly, shaking my head. Fugitives? We’re in the middle of nowhere, it’s the best place to hide from the law.

Suddenly, she reappears, face as white as a sheet, lips pursed so hard they’re gone. She hurries down the ladder as the trapdoor closes above her, softly. She crosses herself and mumbles a long prayer before starting to push the cart down the hall. I panic, too late to run back down towards the stairs because she’ll definitely catch me.

I consider coming out and pretend to be all annoyed that she could be up here when I can’t and ask her about the attic, wracking my brain for an excuse to be in the shadows and obviously spying on her. But before I can come up with anything, she turns a sharp corner and disappears. Just completely vanishes into what looked like a wall.

I wait in the dark, counting to twenty before hesitantly getting up. I follow close to the wall, keeping to the shadows, and approach the area she was last seen. I take a few steps back, standing in the middle of the hallway trying to look at it from a wider perspective. What Harry Potter shit is this?

There’s a soft thud from above and I look up. It’s coming from the attic. I’m still a little perturbed from what happened last time, replaying in my head the things I saw but, with time and the human brain’s ability to suppress, the image seemed blurry and it’s almost like my brain has been trying to purge the memory as soon as possible. The memory itself, or what’s left of it, feels unreal. Like a dream you think you remembered but don’t really.

Time to find out.

I dawdle at the bottom of the attic door, staring at the dangling rope as if it will suddenly jump to life and start attacking me like a snake. I lick my lips, waiting for something to happen that I can use as an excuse to walk away now, even half-hoping for Mrs Oliviera to yell my name from downstairs. But all is quiet and the house seems to be slowing into a slumber.

“Come on, don’t be a chicken,” I whisper to myself. “Once and for all.”

I pull the string and the ladder drops down, silent as usual. I climb up and place one hand against the trapdoor. I take a few deep breaths. “Just do it,” I say under my breath. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

With one strong push that throws the trapdoor back on its hinges, I burst through. “There’s no such thing as-”

~~~

Dinner, the only food they can eat in a day.

Jin watches fondly as the others dig in, exchanging food either between plates or straight from one’s plate to another’s mouth. It’s almost ingrained in them now to share every morsel, sometimes feeding others first before they taste their own food. Jin, especially, has a habit of dividing whatever is in his plate to the three younger ones, like a mother bird feeding its offspring. There are times when he thinks he’s being sneaky by giving Jungkook extra but the others know. They all know how much the kid eats; they do the same, too, when they think no one is looking.

Jimin is taking his time with his food, carefully rolling the pasta on his fork just to savour the taste when it’s in his mouth. He doesn’t like Ollie very much but he’s aware of how much care she took to deliver the food to them every night, making sure Jean’s, the cook, plating isn’t ruined in the process. Friday nights are the best; the food is usually a little more luxurious. Today is pasta with steak. Jean even added a couple of extra slabs. That man may not look it but he’s a softy.

While they eat, they talk. Taehyung is insisting he knows exactly how long the steak was grilled for but keeps looking at Yoongi for confirmation, who is just nodding absentmindedly. He wants to correct Taehyung but thinks it’s better to just let him be, he’s not far off. Namjoon is speaking with Hoseok, talking about a book he read while the other nods along, occasionally asking questions. Hoseok is not one to read all that much but he tries to get into it. Jungkook, on the other hand, eats quietly, face contorted in pure concentration, hearing nothing but the sound of his own chewing.

That’s when the trapdoor swings open with such ferocity the seven of them stop dead in between mouthfuls of dinner, whipping around, eyes wide in alarm.

There, sticking out of the trapdoor, is the one they have been waiting for, looking like you are ready to yell out a war cry. Both you and them stare at each other, eyes as big as the plates the boys are eating out from, neither party saying a word or even breathing.

Jimin, sitting closest to the door, struggles to get his mind turning, forgetting how to even speak, much less say hi, a stray pasta hanging from his lips. Before he can say anything, you call out. “Who the fuck are you?”

~~~

“Who the fuck are you?”

My mouth is hanging open. There in front of me sat seven drop-dead gorgeous men that I have ever seen in my life, staring right back at me, looking like they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t. The one nearest to me, with a pasta strand hanging from his mouth, blinks a few times before he slurps up the noodle. He runs his left hand through his blond hair, pushing it back before standing up. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.

“Hello,” he croaks out, cheeks blushing.

I stare dumbly at him as if he spoke a different language. He takes a cautious step forward, looks back once at the others then takes another so that he’s now standing over me. He holds out a hand. “I’m Jimin.”

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Run Run Run - Seoul Town Road (Part 3)

A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than…BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again.

OT7 BTS Zombie Apocalypse AU / BTS member x reader slow burn

Ready for a roadtrip with the boys?! How much could go wrong? We’re starting to get really angsty now, but there’s some fun stuff too! Enjoy! <3

Warnings: death, monsters, blood, fighting, killing, gory details, angst, kissing

Word Count: 10.7k

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“Who knows, maybe every single zombie movie in existence had it wrong.” Yoongi laughs, proving to be your favorite again. “If you guys are headed to Seoul, then I’ll go too.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

You sit atop the guard tower with Jimin, it’s the last time you’ll ever do this. It’s a bittersweet feeling once you realise this. You had begun looking forward to your night shifts, where time seemed to slow down to a crawl, the hours stretching, as far across as the starry sky. It was a needed change from the nights you spent moving forward alone.

It was somehow easier talking to the former idols in the dead of night, one-on-one, half asleep, prying intimate details about each other's lives as an excuse to stay alert. You became closer to each of them in this way. The quiet respite, the company they offered, the calmness of the night, you really didn’t want it to end. But tomorrow morning you'll leave this place for good, headed for Seoul.

“Yeah, shoot.” You roll your shoulders, licking your lips, the skin still cut and healing from Minho’s hit.

“Did you really kiss Minho first?” When you raise your eyebrow at him, Jimin quickly adds, “It doesn’t make what he did to you right at all!” He puts his hands out, shaking them frantically, his worried expression too cute for you to be angry at him.

“But why did you kiss him?” Jimin sat next to you, patiently waiting for your answer.

You snort, “I don’t know, I guess I found him attractive? In a last-available-man-on-earth sort of way?” you sigh, staring down at the tree line, too embarrassed to look at Jimin.

Jimin nods. “He’s your type-”

“No way!” you balk at him. “I was just...lonely...” You swallow down the anxious tension growing in the back of your throat, bravely adding, “You’re my type.”

You instantly regret saying that, you’re not brave, you’re an idiot. “I-I mean, the type of p-person I would like, would be someone like you, not you!” You stare far off into the distance, ignoring the silence from your guard partner. The night’s quiet stillness now felt taunting rather than soothing.

Jimin laughs softly, prompting you to glance over at him. You’re acutely aware of the warmth on your arm from Jimin’s proximity to you, the way he leans his body towards you.

“If I am your type, why didn’t you kiss me instead?” he doesn’t look at you when he asks the question and it makes you wonder why he keeps pressing the matter.

“I-What? I...don’t understand.”

“Why him out of all of us?” Jimin turns his body to you, running a hand through his unwashed hair. You can tell he is struggling with the words, as if he wanted to say more.

“All of you, w-what? I t-thought he was my only option.” You didn’t try to make your answer sound defensive on purpose, but you couldn’t help the prickly pitch in your tone.

“Your only option?” he repeats, laughing. “What made you think that?”

You scoff, ‘Everything.’ “You call me Noona. You don’t even know how old I am!”

“You refuse-”

“And you all treat me like I’m just another one of the guys, the last time we were at the lake you all started undressing right in front of me!”

“I-It was just our shirts, we go shirtless all the time!”

“Yeah, you do!” Your face feels hot thinking about it, how does Jimin not see how that might affect you? “Sometimes I think you forget I’m a woman, you know.”

“That’s not true!” Jimin stares at you incredulously. “We know you’re a - we like that you’re...”

“Uh huh the last time Jin joked that I was Jungkook’s girlfriend he looked at me like he had just been electrocuted.”

“But you threw him off you and yelled ‘gross’-”

“I d-did not!”

“Doesn’t ‘ew’ mean disgusting in English?”

“I said ‘ugh,’ he was heavy! He shouldn’t have tried to save me from falling,” you huff, “And that’s not the point!”

“What is the point?”

“You’re all just...I don’t know! You’re-” you look over to Jimin again, staring at his handsome and soft features. Even if it felt like lifetimes ago, you can easily picture him just the way he was before, bleached hair, makeup, expensive performance outfit instead of tattered clothes, a mirage of his past life sitting next to you instead, “-very out of my league.”

Jimin shakes his head. He wanted to correct you, but he didn’t know how to tell you that they had dealt with so much loss that every member had been scared to get too close to you. That they made a deal amongst themselves not to complicate things, to leave it up to you if you wanted more, but you never asked for more, you never asked for anything from them. You were so independent and guarded, a mystery none of them could solve.

“That’s not true. You have - what did you call it? ‘options’...” Jimin studies your weary eyes, contemplating upon the brief moment of weakness he witnessed, it was very unlike you. So he decides to be brave instead.

Jimin leans in closer to you, head moving towards yours. You jerk away from him. Only slightly. Only enough to keep your lips from touching.

The logical part of your brain is telling you that Jimin is only reacting this way because you’re the last woman for miles who doesn’t want to chomp on his brains, that this would never happen under any normal circumstance, that you’d never have a chance if it weren’t for the world literally ending-

The illogical part of your brain says to kiss him. Not because he is someone you used to idolize, but after everything you’ve been through...the chaos at the airport, the brutal reality you fought against during supply runs, the laughs during group dinners, the guard nights like tonight where you talked like old friends, you realize, Jimin is a good man. And you want to kiss him too.

So fuck it, you’re touch starved and needy and the way Jimin is looking at you has your ego soaring through the roof.

You lean into him before he has a chance to question your hesitation. He slowly presses his lips on yours, his lips so soft and smooth and better than you could have ever imagined. And oh, you did imagine. You however didn’t factor in your busted lip-

“Ow!” you wince.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t-”

“I didn’t say stop!” You shift your body, kissing him again, adamant to keep his attention.

You’ve built up so many walls and you just wanted one small victory, to just feel a connection with someone again, to have a lifeline in the dark ocean of uncertainty you have been wading in for so long. In that moment you hope it's Jimin who reaches you finally.

Jimin deepens the kiss and your lips move against his own despite the pain, despite your insecurities telling you he’s only kissing you now because you’re the last available woman left here, it’s okay...The pain of Jimin’s lips pressed tightly against your own is added to the list of things that makes you feel alive.

Your heart races, goosebumps bloom in the places Jimin runs his hands along, and your body feels ignited against his warmth. You take the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair, pull him closer and let the pain turn into pleasure, listening to his soft sighs against your lips. It’s been so long...

Over a year at least since you’ve kissed someone like this. You’re pent up, that’s for sure, and by the way Jimin eagerly pulls you closer to him, moving you into his lap, legs straddling his strong thighs, breathlessly kissing you as neither of you are willing to pull away from each other, you’re sure he’s just as needy as you. Your breath hitches, rolling your hips down purposefully onto his lap, so he can-

“Shift change - Oh shit!” Taehyung yelps, almost falling off the ladder.

Your soul leaves your body.

You jump away from Jimin like a scared cat, so far you almost fall backward off the platform. Jimin looks at Taehyung with a mixture of shock and anger as you scramble onto your feet, practically yanking Taehyung’s whole body onto the platform and out of your way, leaving before you have to face either man.

You jump down, falling backward into Yoongi, who came to relieve Jimin. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” You’re totally not fine, “I’m great,” You were great, now you feel like throwing up, “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You’re being suspicious, get it together! “Don’t answer that, I-I’m fine, I'm fine,” you say trying to calm yourself down.

Yoongi holds your shoulders to steady you. Yoongi's hands are still on your arms as you ramble, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin absentmindedly. Jimin’s words run through your mind, ‘...options,’ and you panic, turning on your heel, leaving a confused Yoongi behind.

You feel like running away. Instead you run back inside, not willing to lose the opportunity to sleep in a bed for the last time. Your humiliation could just not compete with down feathers, not in this economy!

---

You slip under the covers and settle into bed with Jungkook and Hoseok, resting on Hoseok's side.

You’re used to the members pulling you closer into them by now, if only for body warmth on cold nights without heat. But now...now you can’t help but feel paralyzed by Hoseok’s closeness. You bury your face in your hands, your lips still vibrating from Jimin’s touch.

“What's wrong, did something happen?” Hoseok murmurs groggily against your stiff body and you grunt out a no. “Rest. Tomorrow is the big day,” he says, yawning and holding you gently.

How can you sleep now, when all you’re thinking about is your kiss with Jimin and Hoseok’s warmth against you? Has Hoseok always drummed his fingers against your side? When he sighs, nose against your neck, you see all the potential ‘options’ in your mind. How would Hoseok react if you turned your body around? If you pressed your face into his chest, ran your lips across his collar bone? Left soft kisses up his neck? Would he kiss you back? Would he touch you? Would he-

Oh shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen...

The fear of lurking zombies pale in comparison to the fear coursing through you right now, because in this very moment, you realize you’re starting to develop very inconvenient ‘optional’ feelings for certain members of BTS!

---

Despite that asshole Dev’s pleading, you and the group ready yourselves for the trip ahead. You didn’t need to do much, you already had everything you ever needed consolidated into your backpack. As it turned out, decluttering your life became super easy in the post apocalyptic era.

Kangho did give you a tiny collection of cooking tools to take with you. The old man had refused the group’s offer of joining the road trip, unable to leave the home that held so many memories for him, unable to leave the graves of his late wife and two deceased daughters.

You didn’t know if by choosing to stay behind, he was being smarter than all of you or choosing a death sentence, but you hoped he would be safe here, relatively hidden away from zombies. You really hoped the best for that old man, that he’d live the rest of his life out in peace. Unlike the other man staying behind, the bodyguard, who you hoped would be eaten alive by fire ants, if not zombies.

“Are they okay?” you ask Namjoon who secures the last of the supplies to the hood of the car. You noticed Taehyung and Hoseok missing, the pair solemnly standing in silence in front of headstones off in the distance.

“Yeah,” he says softly, “They are just saying goodbye. Kangho told you he had a daughter?” You nod. “She and Taehyung were close...” You caught the hidden meaning of his words.

“Was Hoseok, um, close to the other daughter?”

Namjoon shakes his head, “We buried our staff out there too, we thought it was wrong to leave them-” Namjoon swallows hard at the memories, “There was a stylist, she and Hoseok had been err close, as well.”

“I’m sorry. It must have been so difficult to lose them. I can’t imagine,” you whisper, trying to keep your emotions from surfacing.

“It was...I’m just happy my brothers survived. We’re still seven, even after all of this,” he smiles weakly.

You offer him a small smile in return, “I guess it’s a good thing I don’t really have anything here to lose,” pointing to yourself, “foreigner.”

His fingers find yours. “You’ll find your family.”

You hum, silencing your doubts. “You’ll find the rest of your family too,” Squeezing his hand tighter, you add, “But first, let's get you all to Seoul. Then we’ll work on getting me out of Seoul, yeah?”

Minho scoffs, walking up to the both of you, eyeing the place where your hands meet, displeasure evident. “I’ll give you one last chance,” he addresses Namjoon only, “let me go with you, you’ve never been without my help and you’re going to need it.” You resist the urge to tell him off. He had a point. He is the biggest and strongest one here, and he was loyal, even if he was a giant ass.

“We’re not stopping you from going to Seoul, but you’re not traveling with us,” Namjoon says, demeanor harsh and unforgiving.

Minho heaves a sigh, now looking directly at you. “If your precious idols die, it will be all your fault.”

Namjoon pulls you away before Minho can say anything more. “You should be more worried about yourself, Minho,” you yell. “It’s not so easy to survive on your own, I would know!”

You stare at Namjoon’s fingers tightly wound around yours and back at his face, anger evident, and you can’t help but feel guilt bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

You pass by Jimin, and the way Jimin watches silently as his leader drags you along, eyes searching yours for answers, hurt apparent because you’ve been ignoring him all day; the way he looks at you has your guilt magnifying tenfold. You hate to admit it, but Minho was only parroting what you already felt deep down inside. Minho was right.

---

“What now?!” Namjoon looks irate, running towards the rest of the group. You run behind him, watching the scuffle of men, bodies tangled and hands pulling others apart.

“He’s trying to take the keys!” Jungkook yells.

“You didn’t find this car, Minho!”

“Yeah, the person who did is dead!”

“Ugh, has he always been this annoying?” you ask yourself.

The members dogpile on the bodyguard.

“You can’t do this to me! After everything we’ve been through! A couple months with this bitch-”

“ENOUGH!” Everyone turns to look at the elderly man, axe in his hands. “Enough, I said. Stop!”

Everyone stops fighting, slumping down after Kangho’s scolding.

“If we can’t stop ourselves from tearing each other apart, what will those monsters have left to do, eh?”

Minho grunts, shaking off the others, walking past Namjoon. “The next time we meet, you’ll regret it.” You watch the exchange, unable to stop the gnawing sense of deja vu at his words.

“Something is off about you, I’ll prove it.” he whispers lowly at you. You frown, letting Minho shove you out of the way without retaliation. It didn’t feel good to watch him walk away like a wounded dog, because you’re reminded of the wounds you endured. You bite your tongue watching as he goes, he’s still a giant ass.

Now if you all would kindly get off my property,” the old man yells.

You laugh and think, ‘Good for him.’

---

With one final goodbye to Kangho, you’re all ready. “We are definitely not all going to fit in that tiny car,” you sigh.

Namjoon hesitates and then asks, “Can I, um, ride the bike then?”

You chew on your lip. You know you’ve been pretty mean to him regarding your bicycle, always shooing Namjoon away when you noticed him admiring it, refusing him bluntly every time he asked to use it.

It was petty, you knew it, but your bicycle had been your escape from the hell of the airport, something that could have been avoided if they just let you ride with them in the first place! It still made you angry, so you didn’t want to give Namjoon the satisfaction, the kindness he hadn’t extended to you on that day.

But now after everything, after watching the exchange between Minho and Namjoon...for now at least, you’ll let it go.

You nod. “If I can ride with you,” you add, “I will kill any zombies that come close to us,” so he doesn’t get any wrong ideas.

His face lights up, smiling brightly at you. You don’t think you’ve seen the leader so happy since arriving. You try to ignore the elation blossoming in the pit of your stomach watching Namjoon’s excitement.

He cycles in circles around you like a happy child. “You better not break anything,” you mutter under your breath, crossing your arms, so he’ll never know the happiness he caused to flutter inside of you.

Namjoon takes off with you on the handlebars, you steady yourself by leaning back against his wide chest. The two of you were the lead. Hoseok steers the car behind you, the small four-door is cramped with seven men. Hoseok, Jungkook and Jin in the front, and Yoongi, Jimin, that asshole Dev, and Taehyung in the back. The group did not go for your idea of throwing Dev in the trunk.

You wanted to leave during the night, but traveling in such a large group would have made it impossible. However, you can’t help but smile at how freeing it feels to travel during the day, the sun feels nice, the wind feels nice, Joon’s comforting presence feels nice. Listening to Namjoon hum a song out of happiness behind you has you full of positivity for once, and you think, it’s going to be a good day...

But are there any good days when zombies are around?

---

“Tired?”

“Not at all.” Namjoon leans over, pressing closer to you as he picks up his pace.

“Hey, don’t push yourself!” You smile, and then you come across a road block.

With zombies everywhere.

The bike screeches to a halt as the monsters notice your approach.

“I know this is going to sound crazy, but keep biking.”

“What?!”

“Just do it.” You pull out a knife from your back pocket. “Bike straight towards them, Joon.” You can hear the car come to a slow stop behind you. “They’re slower in the sun, look at them. I can kill them, I used to do this at night, and they were faster then. We can’t always run away if we want to make it to Seoul. Every zombie we leave behind can and will follow us.” You plead with him to believe you. You can hear him take a sharp inhale, chest heaving against your back.

“Okay.”

Joon bikes straight for them, and you do what you’ve learned to do, you survive.

---

The group leaves the car to move the crashed vehicles out of the way while you use water and a rag to wash the gore from your skin. You walk over to Namjoon who sits on the ground, face covered in blood and shaken. Crouching down in front of him, “You’re a fast learner,” you say softly, wiping off the blood from his cheek. He hands you your knife. Half way through your fight you had jumped off the bike, giving him an extra knife to protect himself. ‘Are you okay?”

He nods, “Yeah, that was just a lot,” he swallows, “of killing.”

You exhale, sitting next to him. “Yeah, well I can’t tell you it will get any easier,” you mutter, going back to cleaning yourself.

Dev comes up to the pair of you. “I’m sorry, y/n, for what happened at the airport! I’m so sorry, I hope you can forgive me. You know after getting to know you these past weeks, I would never ever betray you like that again, I consider you one of my friends, you know that right?” he grovels out of fear for what he just witnessed.

‘Ugh calm down, what do you think I’m going to do, you weirdo?!”

“Dev, just go away.” Namjoon mutters, prompting you to turn your head, unable to hide your smile as Dev stumbles away stuttering out apologies.

“Still wanna ride the bike? I can do it alone-”

“You think I’m going to give up so easily?” He cracks his knuckles, stretching out his sore body. “I finally got you to let me ride it!”

You laugh, using the rag to wipe off the blood staining his neck. “Okay, but don’t get too comfortable! You break it, you buy it, and you cannot afford my price, that’s my baby.”

Namjoon grips your wrist before you can pull away. He stares at you, eyes sorrowful, “I’m sorry...you had to go through that before, and alone...I’m sorry.”

You have flashbacks of the airport. Rooms filled with bodies, corridors of horrors, swarms of rotting flesh for days. You shake the grotesque memories away, pulling Namjoon to his feet. “Let’s help them so we can keep moving. Nowadays, the real monsters out there aren’t the ones that want to eat your brains.”

---

You raid a gas station while the two oldest members siphon gas from one of the pumps.

“I found a flashlight!”

“Any batteries?”

“Any soju?”

You look for lipstick, your tube was running out. You pout when you only find lip balm, but grab it anyways. “Nice bat,” you tell Jungkook.

“I found it! I can use it to help you fight-”

“Oh, look what I found!” you say, pulling an unopened bottle of kombucha from your pack, “You like this stuff, right? Does it go bad?”

“I don’t think so,” he says, pocketing the drink. “Thank you, y/n.” Jungkook pulls you into a hug. “What you did earlier, that was amazing. You were like, Rambo!”

You laugh against his chest, “I like to think I’m cuter than Rambo.”

“You are!” his hand finds your cheek, holding you softly. “I didn’t mean it like that, you’re a very cute WOMAN version of Rambo. No, you’re like Blackwidow! Not a man. I don’t think you’re a man at all, I-”

“Err have you been talking to Jimin?” you narrow your eyes at the flustered singer, pulling his hand from your face. He tells you a very unconvincing no. “Uh huh. Well come on then, Negan.”

“Who?”

“Really?! And mine is so much more accurate!” You laugh, pulling Jungkook along. He takes the opportunity to drape his arm around you, pulling you closer. You laugh together exiting the gas station, unaware of the tension the two of you were walking into.

---

In front of the gas station, another car sat parked. Two groups stand hesitant and silent, the rest of BTS and a group of strangers you’ve never seen before.

You hear one of the strangers whisper to another, and you’re sure you heard her whisper the word, ‘Bangtan.’

Namjoon is the first to speak, bowing, “Hello, we’re just passing through,” he starts hesitantly, “We’re not looking for any trouble.”

“We have a farm! It’s getting dark soon, you could stay there with us!” one of the strangers speaks up.

Silence fills the air again. You look over at the group of strangers, there are three women and three men. Two of the men look around your age and one looks much older, the same can be said for the women.

Could they be a family? There are really no similarities between them, however family in present circumstances are bonded by a different kind of blood, forged from trauma and shared struggles. They look like a family, you conclude.

The strange group is rough around the edges, tattered clothes, hair in tangles, and when the older man speaks he has an accent. “It’s true, we do have a farm,” he says hesitantly, eyeing one of the younger women who spoke first. “We have fresh vegetables, we could trade you? And you could stay the night in exchange for supplies?”

You keep quiet. You don’t trust them. But you also recognize you have issues trusting anyone. So when Namjoon turns to you and asks in English, “What do you think?” you stare back at him incredulously, at a loss for words.

“What do you think?”

“We need to find a home to stay in before night time,” Yoongi adds.

“I knew it, I knew you spoke English well!”

“Focus, we also need fresh food,” Yoongi mumbles.

“So, yes?” Seokjin asks.

You turn to Namjoon, “It’s your decision, Leader,” and you add, “If anything goes wrong, we do outnumber them.”

Namjoon nods. Looks like you’ll have a place to stay tonight!

Unfortunately, they never made it to the farm.

---

“Hey, psst, is that BTS?” One of the girls looks at you, wide eyed and brimming with excitement.

“Yes! What are the odds, huh?” you whisper.

“Really?! Is that seriously Jeon Jungkook…with a bat.” She sways on her feet, in awe, hiding her blush with her hands.

“I know, right? He likes to be referred to as Negan now.”

“Oooh,” she gasps, “Really?” You nod furiously.

“Who are you?” she studies your foreign features and demeanor, “A, um, translator?”

“Yeah, let’s go with that. My name is y/n, what’s your name?”

Her words are cut short by a piercing scream inside the gas station, by then it was too late to make friends.

---

As the other group were looking for supplies in the gas station, one of the young men opened the door to the back room, and in that back room stood a man whom never clocked out from his last shift.

The worker, body decaying, growling at his first new customer in months, takes a large bite from the young man’s neck. He shrieks for help as the worker takes his lunch break.

If there were a hierarchy of zombie kind, newly turned zombies are the worst kind. Newly turned zombies are the fastest and most blood thirsty. They run instead of amble, they screech and growl and foam at the mouth at a chance to feed. Their muscles haven’t had a chance to atrophy, their eyes are still sharp, their teeth haven’t rotted yet and fallen out. If someone were to encounter a human just turned zombie, your advice would always be to run!

“RUN!”

“Get in the car!”

“Where’s Hobi?!”

You hear screaming inside the gas station. You turn to Jungkook and ask, “Still got that bat?!”

Jungkook swings it over his shoulder, catching the end of the bat with his other hand. “Let’s go!”

Inside the gas station Hoseok knocks a shelf into one of the zombies, pulling the crying woman along with him.

You and Jungkook run into the gas station, followed closely by Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung. All of them willing to fight for their friend.

“Hoseok!”

“Misun!” The older woman yells. The other young man rushes forward with a long shovel, beating what was once the old man, now a snarling monster. Jungkook aims his bat for the slower zombie worker, taking off his head.

Another scream echoes from outside. No, why her! Why couldn't it have been Dev?! You watch through the glass as your fellow Army friend cradles her leg, a large chunk missing from her calf. She’s already turning, hopping towards Dev with newfound purpose.

“Hey! Over here!” You bang on the glass, making as much noise as you can to draw the zombies away from Hoseok and Misun and ugh, Dev.

“Jungkook! Over here!” Taehyung gestures for the bat and Jungkook rolls it over to his bandmate.

Taehyung spins the bat in the air impressively before hitting the zombie man in the chest, but the zombie quickly animates to his feet. Taehyung hits him again, with a loud crack of bones, aimed perfectly at his jaw. You launch yourself at at the undead man, aiming for the hole in his mouth. Yoongi pulls you to your feet while the others escape outside, taking care of the last zombie.

Misun won't stop crying, and when you finally catch your breath you see why. On Misun’s arm is a large bite print, swollen and turning purple. Dammit! Where the fuck is Dev?

The older woman hugs her close, wailing. You try to pull her away but she refuses. You don’t know what to do, you didn’t know them, but you felt her pain so viscerally it hurt too much to watch.

You look around at the group, the men look on horrified. It could have been you, crying over one of them, no, that wasn’t an option for you. That’s why you can’t kiss Jimin again. Wait, wasn’t there one more stranger? Who had bitten the girl outside?

It happened so fast...

Before you could turn your head fully, Yoongi shoves you to the ground, pushing you far away. You hit the dirt so hard, your head bounces and the wind is knocked out of you. Disoriented, your vision blurs and when you can finally focus you see Yoongi on the ground next to you yelling. The man who swung the shovel, now a zombie, lying on top of him, snarling, growling, mouth opening wide!

Watching as he fights for his life you want to scream, or cry, or do anything other than lay there feeling the weight of the world crush you to the ground. Your surroundings moved at the pace of quicksand and yet you were still too slow to react, eternity in a few moments, your fear compounding upon itself as you watched your worst nightmare unfold.

And then a bat is swung and the zombie is gone by the time you can twist your body around and find footing again.

You scramble to his side, searching Yoongi’s body for the tell tale mark of death. Yoongi winces, “I’m alright.”

Even in that moment of relief, your stomach turns and your heart bleeds and you fall onto him crying. He was so close to dying, and you couldn’t save him, it should have been you!

“I’m okay,” he whispers, holding your shaking shoulders. And then you hear more growling, turning your head to see Misun slowly turning in the older woman’s crying embrace.

You can’t witness anymore. You’ve had enough. You wipe your tears away and stand up and go to the pair. Using all your strength to separate the women, you drag the older woman away by her hair. You don’t hold back as you stab Misun through the eye, ending the gas station nightmare.

---

You ran then. You must have looked horrible in those moments, like a monster as well. Yoongi almost died because of you. You couldn’t face those truths any longer, so you ran.

You ran until you felt grass, and then you fell to your knees and cried, pulling the blades out with your fists, letting the smell of the earth overtake the copper smell covering you. You cry and cry, until you hear footsteps coming close.

You turn around and see the man who caused you to lose your composure, and where you laid on the edge of grief quickly shifted into anger.

Min Yoongi annoyingly stands over you, his big annoying feet at your head, his concerned face looking down at you annoyingly. And when he crouches down and lays a hand on your shoulder soothingly, you annoyingly start crying again.

You throw the clump of dirt clenched in your fist at him. “Hey! Why are you so upset? I’m fine!” How can you explain it to him, when you don’t even fully understand what you’re going through yourself.

“Never do that again!” you scream through sobs. “Never risk your life like that for me. Promise me right now!”

“Answer my question first, would you have done the same for me?!” But you can’t answer him, you can’t speak, all you can do is cry into his chest.

“Y/n...” He holds you close. “We’re all in this together.”

“No,” you cry bitterly, “We were never in this together.”

You can’t stand the thought of him in danger trying to protect you again, but you can’t stand the thought of leaving him either. Minho’s words echo cynically in your head. You feel selfish falling into Yoongi’s embrace.

Yoongi exhales, “Will you ever forgive us for that? Do I have to save you a hundred times before you have faith in us again?” he says, mistaking your doubts.

“I don’t want you to save me. I don't want to be the reason you die, Yoongi. I can’t - I’ve already forgiven you, but I’ll never forgive you if you die!” You bury your head into his chest, too ashamed to look him in the eyes. He tenses, feeling shy from your words and your tenderness, wordlessly embracing you tighter.

Should you trust him? Should you tell him the truth?

Jimin runs over to you, falling by your side. “Jimin! I-” you cry harder as Jimin shushes you, holding both Yoongi and you in a tight embrace. You feel the others’ embrace surrounding you, warm bodies piled on your back, a welcoming change.

“Alright alright, you’re all going to crush us!” Yoongi yells annoyed.

You walk together back to the car guarded by Dev, at a conveniently safe distance from the fight, you notice. Of course he's perfectly fine.

“Where's the old lady?” You ask. You wanted to apologize to her.

“I gave her directions to Kangho’s house. I figured now they could use each other’s company.” Taehyung says. “She’s his type, trust me,” he winks. You vaguely remember a family photo sitting in the corner of his kitchen, a beautiful wife and two daughters smiling next to a younger Kangho. Now that you think about it, the old woman did hold a vague resemblance to his wife.

“So, where are we going to sleep?” Jungkook whines.

“Did she give you a location on the farm?”

Taehyung smiles, “She did.”

The farm was small, but had enough greens and potatoes to feed a small army. It was very tempting to stay there, but you only took what you needed and left in the morning.

---

“...I don't see no open cars, no open bars. It's not bad, I'm all alone on this road. The hearts of people are floating like an island. The night that might never come, walk and roll across the horizon to the vanishing point that we chose.”

You wait, leaning against Namjoon’s shoulder. “You’re a better singer than me, keep going.”

“Aww c’mon! And that’s not true at all! If you are sad...c’mon!” you whine.

“Let's go ride a bicycle.”

“YEAH!”

“Let's leave the wind beneath our four feet. Oh, let's ride a bicycle with arms opened freely,” Namjoon sings softly, playfully cycling to the left and right, voice deep and soothing in your ear.

“NANANANANANAA-”

You and Namjoon notice the car slow and an argument escalating inside the vehicle. Namjoon slows his pace as well, moving towards the driver’s window.

“Joon, let’s stop there!” You see Seokjin point at the next exit, marked ‘ALPACA WORLD.’

The group begins bickering again.

“Is there some place important you need to be right now? Are we late for a meeting?” he argues against the group’s protests.

You gasp. HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO ALPACAS? “He’s got a point.”

“We need to stay on route to Seoul,” Namjoon's deep voice is heard behind you.

“It is on route, that sign doesn't say, 'Alpaca World, three exits back to where you came from,' it's the next exit!” Seokjin argues.

“We also need to rest. We've been lucky, but sleeping alongside the road is too dangerous. The park might have some food too!” You turn your body to the best of your ability, startling Namjoon as the bike sways, looking back to him pleadingly. “Also, how can you resist alpacas? They’re so cute,” you pout.

“We can’t just survive, we should live a little too. Let me pet an alpaca before I die!” Seokjin yells.

“I also would like to pet an alpaca before death,” you have the eldest’s back on this one.

Namjoon sighs defeatedly. No one wants to challenge Seokjin, and with you on board too...“Fine.”

---

You and the group walk through the abandoned park. The entrance is hauntingly beautiful. Nature didn’t waste any time overtaking the human-made facility. Unattended shrubbery and vine snaked around plastic and wood, the last imprints of human life became hidden, covered in green. The park was left dirtied and forgotten like the rest of humanity. Yet, the serene scene felt hopeful, in a way, in only a year's time nature was healing from the destruction civilization caused.

“Can we talk?” Jimin walks beside you.

“Of course, what about?” you try to act unaware of his intentions, like you don't know exactly what he wants to talk about.

He sighs, “You know what…”

“I do?”

Jimin stares at you, eyebrows arching. “You’ve been ignoring me ever since it happened,” Jimin says dejectedly.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you,” you sigh. “I’m sorry, I was just worried, I would try to, um, do it again.”

Jimin laughs, pulling on your shoulder to stop you from walking any further. “Wait, so you want to kiss me?”

“I thought - I thought that was obvious?” you tilt your head in his direction.

“I thought you regretted it!”

You huff, heading towards the pasture. “I do regret it. I shouldn’t have done it, but in my defense the moon was shining on you and your lips looked very kissable,” you smirk. You turn around, facing him, tone more serious, “I think it’s better if we remain friends, it’s too dangerous right now.”

Jimin steps closer to you, his chest brushing against your shoulder, “Shouldn’t we be living life without regrets? I don’t want to just be friends with you.”

You were surprised by his bluntness, so you offer him your candid opinion as well. “You’re only saying that because I’m the only woman around.”

Jimin sighs, fingers carding through his hair while he thinks. Then he flicks you on the head.

“Ow, what the fuck, Jimin!”

“I can’t believe I have feelings for someone so stupid.”

“You have feelings for what? Wait, I’m not stupid!”

“Yeah, you’re stupid,” he says, taking the opportunity to flick you on the head again. Jimin’s affection sure hurts. You hit him in the shoulder, rubbing your forehead.

“You’re the stupid one,” you mutter. “You think you have feelings for me. I’m telling you it’s because I am the only person left to have feelings for.”

“I can have feelings for a man too. I am not settling for you, if that’s what you think.”

“Oh, well, good point,” you massage your head slowly, nursing the sting on your skin. “Well maybe I just don’t have feelings for you then.”

“Yeah?” He stares as you shift awkwardly, challenging your words. Jimin stands so closely you can feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest. Oh no, that means he can feel your pounding heartbeat too. “Do you normally kiss a person you have no feelings for like that?” He dips his head lower, teasingly breathing out against your lips. You could so easily move your head closer, experience how good he tastes again. It was so quiet you could hear his short breaths of air against the rustle of the breeze through the trees and your escalating heart rate, daring you to move.

“There! Look! I knew it! Right there!” The eldest member rushes past you excitedly and you and Jimin's stalemate ends for now as you both follow along.

In the distance, like a tiny cumulus cloud from heaven trotting down the pasture, is the fluffiest alpaca you’ve ever seen!

It trots right in front of Seokjin. If only you had your phone, and it worked, you would have taken a video of this moment and replayed it for the rest of your life. The way Seokjin gently touches the alpaca's fluff, the older idol accidentally bumping into the alpaca, causing the animal to startle, causing Seokjin to really startle, flinching and yelling in fright, startling the alpaca even more. The cute pair managing to terrify one another within an instant of meeting.

“It’s so cute!” Hoseok says, poking the alpaca's giant fur coat. It is cute, you want, no, need to pet it.

“We should eat it,” Yoongi says. WHAT.

He looks at your horrified expression. “I’m just saying, that would feed us for a while, probably easy to catch too. Look at it!” The alpaca is currently trying to eat the hem of Taehyung's jacket.

You all stare at each other in defeaning silence, and then back at the happy alpaca.

No nope ande nada no no! There was no way you were going to murder a cute fluffy alpaca, you’ll stick to canned foods.

"You're going to kill him after I just named him?!" you cry.

"That was your first mistake, you never give them a name," Yoongi chastises.

"Well too late, Alcast P is here to stay."

Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, "You just made that up right now to spite me." Obviously, but you’re not backing down.

"Nah, you can't see how swaggy that alpaca looks? Alcast P is a survivor."

“Can’t we catch another animal? I saw some rabbits in the field,” Taehyung says.

“Why do all our killing choices have to be so cute?!” you cry. “I’m gonna go raid the gift shop.”

---

You sigh, fingertips running along the dusty wood table. What you’d give for a cold coffee. Or a pastry! One with cheese and fruit, glazed and shiny and sweet. Or whip cream, caramel drizzle, you’d take even a plain old ice cube at this point.

“Hey.”

“Oh hey,” you’re pulled from out of your fantasy coffee date, back to the empty shop, accumulating dust and heat thick in the air.

“Hey, Jimin,” you say, turning around. “Come here,” you move his hair out of his eyes, “Why is there grass in your hair?”

“Tae and Jungkook tackled me.”

“What?! Why would they do that? Are you sure you didn’t just fall down?” you laugh.

“They found a ball that wasn’t too deflated, we’re playing a game in one of the fields.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“I wanted to be with you.”

“I thought we were going to forget-”

“I don’t want to forget.”

You sigh and you take a seat, “Sit down…please?” gesturing to the empty chair across from yours. He obliges you, sitting quietly. You reach across the table and hold his hands in yours. “You probably didn’t get to go on a lot of coffee dates as an idol.”

“No, not really. I bought out a whole restaurant once...I only did it once, it was so stressful, ” he laughs.

“I’m jealous! You know what I never got to try? Omakase…wonder how many sushi chefs made it.”

“It’s okay, nothing beats good barbecue,” he smiles, playing with your fingers.

“I never got to try it,” you shrug your shoulders, sighing wistfully. “The closest I had was a worker's leftovers in one of the employee fridges at the airport.”

“Maybe once we’re in Seoul, we’ll find some.”

“I hope so! Maybe your parents can make us some good food?”

Jimin nods, fingers tightening around yours. “You believe they will actually be alive?” he says softly, words filled with doubt.

You pause in thought, “Why wouldn’t they be? They have a ton more resources in Seoul than you guys did in Yangyang and you all made it, didn't you?”

“Part of me doesn’t want to go back there,” Jimin struggles, “If I find them as monsters, I don’t think I could handle it,” he confesses. “I think it's why we stayed so long at Kangho’s, we were all too scared to face the truth. And now we’re risking our lives again, and it could all be for nothing. I don’t know, is all this worth it? Maybe we’re better off trying to make new lives here in the country.” Jimin lowers his head, resting his forehead atop your intertwined fingers. You can feel his limbs shaking.

You sigh. “You know I hoped for a long time that what was happening here to me was an isolated incident, that my family and friends were safe outside of Korea. But you know if that were the case, we’d probably all be dead right now? Probably nuked to hell,” you scoff bitterly. “If other countrys were able to reach us, wouldn’t they have done it by now, if not only to save themselves from our nightmare?” You continue, “I’ve, um, accepted that the chance to see my home, m-my family, again is long gone...but you still have a chance, Jimin, however small it is. We can get you home-”

“And if I come home, and everyone I love is dead, and I have to kill them again?” he chokes out.

“You won’t have to do that, I promise,” you whisper.

“This is not worth it, it’s not.” He shakes his head, unraveling. “We almost died at the gas station.”

You felt yourself unraveling with him. “Fuck...if it wasn’t for me, you would still be at Kangho’s. I’m sorry Jimin, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

Jimin lifts his head at that, “What? No, it’s not!” he argues. “We all unanimously agreed to leave in the end. I guess, like you, I’ve just accepted I’ll never see them again. The family I have now is what’s important to me, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose them, you’ve made it this far.” ‘And I’ll make sure you make it to Seoul, I won’t let any of you down.’

“And you, y/n, I don’t want to lose you.”

You scoff, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me! This date took a really bad turn, by the way.”

“Maybe you’re right not to like me,” he laughs softly, “It’s a selfish reason why I want to have you for myself. When we met again, that day, I felt like my old self. You just make everything better. You make this bearable, in your own aggravating way,” he smirks.

“You’re aggravating.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Okay, now you’re just saying what I want to hear. It won’t work.”

“Beautiful and so stupid.”

“And now you’re describing yourself,” you sigh.

You and Jimin never let go of each other’s hand during the whole conversation, so Jimin now used his hold on you to his advantage. “Is that so?” He yanks you closer, pulling you over the table.

“Ya! Oof.” Jimin pulls you over his shoulder. “Jimin! Wait! Ahh!” Jimin threw you, that’s right, threw you, to the ground. You fully expected to crack your skull, but you ended up on a pile of fluffy stuffed alpacas. You pull one from underneath you, the cute stuffed toy stares back at you with its big black bead eyes. It’s not as cute as the official RJ merch, but it gets an A+ for realism. Jimin stands over your Alpaca covered body laughing. “Have you always been this evil?!”

“Yes,” he crosses his arms. You throw the stuffed alpaca at his face, and he has the audacity to catch it in mid air. Ugh, evil and hot, the worst combination.

---

“I’m glad we came, thanks for convincing Joon.”

You giggle quietly, “Me too, but I can't take the credit, he was just too afraid to go against his big bro,” you whisper.

“No, you definitely have him wrapped around your finger,” Seokjin teases.

“Shh, go to sleep Jin,” Jungkook mumbles from the other side of Seokjin.

You all were sleeping outside tonight, in one of the alpaca pens, using the fencing to keep things out instead of in. The stuffed alpaca toys actually made pretty comfy pillows.

“Y/n?” Jin whispers your name, and you open your eyes, turning to his side.

“I’m happy you ended up with us after all.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m happy too, traitor.”

“Sor-” You put your pointer to his lips. Not wanting to hear him at first, but the soft skin of his mouth makes you realize your intimate gesture, leaving you flustered. “Don’t start that again or I’ll request dancing from you next.”

“I’d be happy to give you a lap dance.”

“Don’t tempt me,” You kept your voice to barely a whisper not wanting to wake the others. Not realizing Jungkook was fully awake on the other side of Jin.

“Are you tempted?”

“Hmm..” You look up to the sky, “Just curious to see what moves you got,” you whisper.

“Well, I owe you, I'll be here whenever you want to come collect,” he whispers back.

“What if I asked for an apology kiss instead?” you teased.

“Now you’re tempting me, my brothers will get jealous.”

You snort. “Go to sleep, World Wide Handsome.” Lying on the end the row, you scoot closer to Seokjin, shutting your eyes. He places an arm gently over you and you try to steady your breathing.

“You're still awake,” Seokjin whispers after a short time. “I can tell, because you usually snore,” he jokes.

You open your eyes, ready to protest, but you see how close his face is to yours. He looks tired after running around trying to pet the remaining alpacas you found together, but Seokjin looks content. His hair is long and pulled into a bun like Jungkook's now. His brows are thicker now too, his skin unfairly bright and smooth without makeup, he really is one of the most handsome men you've ever met. So close to him, you can't help but be enamored by his looks.

“What do you want now?” you mumble.

“Jimin told us you think we don't see you as a woman?” he confesses, confused why you'd come to such conclusion.

“Why are you guys talking about me when I'm not around?!” you hiss, covering your face with your hands. Seokjin takes the opportunity to pull you closer into his embrace. You freeze, momentarily forgetting how to breath.

“Also, I would like to make it known that I am single.” He doesn't answer your question. “And ready to mingle.” You can't help but shake with concealed laughter.

“No way, impossible, you single?” you whisper against his broad chest, “With that face, I don't believe it.”

He pulled you closer, enjoying your inviting warmth. Jin didn't want to ruin the moment. He made peace with the fact that his girlfriend in Seoul had probably moved on, if she had even made it out alive at all. He had spent months grieving his lost love, but now his heavy heart felt lighter listening to your soft laughter.

“You know you're cute when you're not taking down hordes of zombies.”

“Shut up,” you whisper, “I'm always cute. Especially when taking down hordes of zombies.”

“You are,” he hums. “But if you don't start breathing normally you're going to pass out,” Seokjin snuggles closer to you, satisfied, sleepy.

“Then go to sleep already.” You keep yourself hidden in his embrace, processing his words. In his own lighthearted way, Seokjin had thrown you another lifeline. Seokjin has you rethinking everything now.

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You’ve come to an impasse.

Specifically, a tunnel through the mountains. Long and dark, who knows how many zombies are hidden inside.

You can hear them. You wonder if it’s just your imagination, sick and twisted visions from your past nightmares or if the tunnel really amplifies what lurks in the shadows, soft faint growls echoing from within the darkness.

You grimace at the thought of what awaits your group ahead. There is no way to tell how long the tunnel runs, and no way around without abandoning the car.

“I’ll go first.” Namjoon holds your shoulder, ‘hell no’ written all over his face. “Listen, I am the best at killing them. You know that.”

“Jungkook and I will go with you.”

“Over my zombified dead body.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” Namjoon grumbles.

You roll your eyes, “Trust me, it’s not gonna happen.”

“What if we lure them out?” Yoongi offers.

Namjoon thinks it over, “No, It’s going to take too long, the sun is already headed back down, and then we’ll have even bigger problems.”

“We could barrel through them with our car?” Jungkook says.

“We have no idea what else is inside. If we aren’t careful we could crash into something and then we’ll be swarmed,” Jimin argues.

A large growl emits from inside the darkness, making Hoseok, that asshole Dev, and Seokjin flinch away. You clasp your hands together with a plan, “This is what we’re going to do. I’m going to go first, give me five minutes! Just five, and then you follow me in. We can clear the tunnel. Deal?”

No deal, none of them agree with you. “Just trust me please?” you whine, swinging a leg over your bike.

Jungkook stands in your path, arms holding your handlebars tightly. “We’re not sacrificing you! What kind of men would that make us?!”

“I’m not trying to bruise your ego, but I’m really the best at killing them!” you argue.

“I don’t care about that, I care about you!” he yells.

“We will all go together, that’s how it should be,” Yoongi says, moving closer to the tunnel.

You grip his arm, pulling him back. “No! No-” you’re two seconds from pulling your hair out. You shake your head, you wouldn’t let Minho be proven right. “Let me go first at least, please!” you beg Namjoon. “Look, you want me to trust you, but you won’t trust me!”

“I’m faster than her!” Jungkook argues.

“So?! How many times have you gone into a dark room swarming with zombies, huh Jungkook? Zero, right? I know what I’m doing!”

On the other end, Jimin is pleading with Namjoon to not let you go.

“I'll go with you, y/n. I can’t let you go in there alone,” Namjoon says.

No, you have to do it alone, you'll worry too much about him if he goes with you. “Five minutes. Then follow?” you plead, “Do I have to get on my knees and beg you?” You stare at the group resolutely, struggling to speak the uncomfortable thoughts you’re holding within. “If anything happens to you, I can’t have your blood on my hands.”

“And how am I supposed to live? No, my hands are already covered in red, too many people have died for me, not you, I need you,” Namjoon says, eyes glassy.

Your chest tightens, pierced by his words. No, you need him to live. Yoongi almost dying had you too close to the edge. You’re not as strong as you thought, you’re a porcelain egg ready to crack, unwilling to be put back together if you do, and this argument has gone on for entirely too long, you think, no more wasting time.

You have to make Namjoon understand.

You grab his hand and pull him away, past the car, far away from the group and stand in front of him so his large back covers you from the rest of the men. With his hand still in yours you place his palm on your heart. You take a deep breath and then you drag it down.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Just wait,” you’re insistent, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one sees, gripping his wrist tighter, you move his hand again, his fingertips trailing underneath the hem of your shirt.

“Y/n?!”

But you don’t stop, you have to make him understand, moving his fingers over your skin slowly. “Let me protect you?” you ask again. His eyes widen, staring at you, limbs frozen and led by your movements.

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They’re angry at Namjoon. They’ll get over it, you think.

“Take this.” Taehyung gives you the ball they were playing with earlier, rope wrapped around the globe. And a lighter. You admire the makeshift weapon. Flaming ball of death? Sure why not.

The ball rolls, lighting a path. The group watches as glimpses of bone and flesh illuminate, sluggishly swaying around the small globe of fire. You stand in the entrance trying to calm your racing heart. It’s not like you wanted to go in there, you hated this part.

“It’s not too late to ask for help,” Jimin whispers solemnly, red eyes pleading with you.

You turn around, looking at the dejected men. “I will have help, won’t I?” You give them a weak smile, holding your palm up to them, five fingers splayed out, and then place your thumb down, turning swiftly following the fiery light.

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They were much much slower, thankfully, from months without anything to feed on. You didn’t want to leave any bodies able to catch the men behind you, but there was so many, and no light at the end of the tunnel.

You moved through the darkness, using the lighter sparingly. Click. Clouded eyes and decaying faces. Blood splattering as you swung your knife around you. Click. Feet dragging along the pavement, roaring off in the distance, they were searching for you. Click. Bodies coming closer, you move back and forth gouging out eyes, ending their purgatory. Click. Loud growls, bones breaking under movement, looking to find food. Click.

You set fire to one, a human torch, and move through the crowd as fast as you can. It was exhausting. You were afraid, you couldn’t kill them all.

Their bodies block the exit as they swarm your bike. You run. You crouch and hide and attack when you can. They screech and hiss, their horrible noises echoing throughout the tunnel and it feels like you’ll never reach the end.

Five minutes have passed long ago and you hoped you made a sufficient path. You hear distant yelling in the back and luminescent from flashlights. So you yell, earning the attention of the rest of the zombies and run and run, your knife slicing anything close, your body moving on instinct, so tired you drop when you finally make it out to the other side.

You fall to the ground, sun in your eyes, zombies snarling over you. Aiming for an eye you finish off one, another zombie appears in his place, heavy body pressing closer to your face.

Then, when you’re about to give up, a bat swings from the left. Jungkook pulls you up, but your legs cannot hold you up any longer.

“Took you long enough,” you wheeze, tired, skin caked in blood. You’re at least ninety-five percent sure none of it is yours. “Just give me a minute, and I’ll go through it again.”

“I don't care what Joon says, I'm going to tie you up if you try to move again. We can handle the rest, okay?! We’re not helpless, y/n.”

You nod, falling back on the ground. Jungkook lifts you in his arms. You just needed to rest a bit, then you’ll go back in with him-

You felt something wet on your neck, and your clothes being pulled away from your shoulder. You immediately reach for what is touching you. Hoseok yelps. “What are you doing?” you groan.

“Cleaning off the blood.” You’re in the back seat of the car with Jungkook and Hoseok. “I thought zombies were scary, flaming zombies, definitely worse,” He adds with a soft smile. The other men surround the car. You’re relieved they all made it, even Dev. Did you have a concussion? You groan, trying to stretch your sore joints.

“You’re not doing that again,” Namjoon declares from the window.

“Did it work?” you grunt.

“Barely,” Jungkook mumbles, playing with your hair. The way he looks now, bruised and clothes torn, reminds you of the idol you helped at the airport, who helped you, until he betrayed you. You close your eyes, but the sounds of the dead roar back to life in your consciousness. Fuck, you wished you could just go back to sleep.

“Why aren’t we moving?” you ask.

“We have a problem,” Namjoon sighs.

“Was someone hurt?!” you struggle to move, but Jungkook holds you still, pulling you close to him. Namjoon opens the door, helping you to your feet, pointing far into the distance.

Eyes casting down the road, you could see a…tunnel. Ugh.

---

You created a system. You used what you could find in the abandoned cars and set it on fire. The light created openings. You still made sure to go in first, drawing them along so the men could sneak in behind them. Everyone was working together this time, everyone was getting better at fighting them off.

You came upon tunnel after tunnel, until the sun finally set. The darkness pulled the zombies out of the tunnels. It thinned the crowd inside, but had you and the men hiding, inside the car, stacked inside like tetris pieces.

You had an idea. “I need air,” you declare, sandwiched against Namjoon and Seokjin, searching for a door handle, skirting dangerously close to body parts.

Namjoon stops your movement, gripping your wrist in warning.

You yank your other arm up, grabbing Namjoon's chin, turning him to the window. “Look,” you raise your eyebrows, “construction poles.”

“We need to rest, we've been fighting all day, how are you not exhausted, woman?” You couldn’t deny him, your limbs ached, food and water in limited supply, your head pounded from sleep deprivation, but how could you rest with the undead circling your location like buzzards?

“There’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to sleep like this,” Jimin complains, crouched in a ball on the floor between the front seat and backseat, Taehyung’s body lying awkwardly above him.

“What if we go out in pairs so the others can rest?” you offer. “But I get paired first!” The men groan at your unwavering enthusiasm.

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You’re truly drained. There were just too many of them and only nine of you. You stand on the hood of the car with Jungkook, using the poles you found to spear any creature that comes close to the car with your friends inside.

“I was supposed to have an office job, spear throwing was definitely not one of the qualifications,” you whine.

Jungkook grunts, pulling his spear out from another skull. “I could never work inside an office, but A/C sounds amazing right about now.”

“You have no idea!” You hear Jin’s muffled yell from inside the car.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I wish I had one of those nice office chairs, with the back support.” You place your foot on your capture, your spear irritatingly caught on something inside of him, you don’t want to think too much about the logistics, swiftly kicking him off your pole.

“Our studio chairs were the best,” he grunts.

“Well, I'm going there first then. I better get a tour of the Golden Closet after all this,” you huff.

Then in the distance, you see a series of headlights light up the road, blinding you and the others.

Fuck. It’s definitely not zombies driving those vehicles.

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Just some team building exercises in the form of killing zombies NBD. So many zombies and we haven’t even gotten to Seoul, oh no. More characters, are they good or bad? >:D Don't forget to vote on my member poll linked in my masterlist or comment to give a lifeline to your favorite member <3.

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seoul-bros · 4 months ago

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Run Jin Master List

Run Jin Episode 18

Run Jin Episode 17

Run Jin Episode 16 - Zombie Apocalypse

Run Jin Episode 15 & 16 - Kidnapping JHope

Run Jin Episode 15

Run Jin Episode 14

Run Jin Episode 13

Run Jin Episode 12 - Mukbang

Run Jin - Jhope kidnap coming soon

Run Jin Episode 11 Terror

Sandeul YT Channel with behind the scenes from Run Jin

Run Jin Episode 11

Run Jin Ep. 10

V a favourite with SK's Maritime Police

Run Jin Ep. 10 Freeze! Polliceping

Run Jin Ep. 9 Blood, Sweat and Peppers

Run Jin - Episode 8

Run Jin - Ep.7 - New Channel Owner

Run Jin Episode 6 - Tennis Kids

Run Jin Episodes 4 and 5

Run Jin Episode 4 Teaser

Run Jin Ep. 3

Not so smooth like.....

BTS so proud of their muscle bunny

Run Jin Ep. 2

Run Jin Ep. 1

This is so funny, it's the hikers version of "Are we there yet?"

Run Jin on Jeju Island

Run Jin - Carrying the torch for BTS

#jin #kim seokjin #run jin

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likeastarstar · 3 years ago

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3:00 PM- Seokjin

(A/N: for the anon who requested stressed out! OC and new parent! jin . This was a really sweet request and I loved writing it! Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated.)

Need more diapers. When's the last time someone did the dishes? Running out of clean clothes too...did Jin remember to use the sensitive skin detergent?

You groaned, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair quickly and rushing out of the shower. You couldn't even shower without thinking of the endless list of things you should be doing instead- but your newborn threw up in your hair and it was either shower now or shave your hair off completely.

Showering was the right decision.

People had warned you that parenting was hard, but no one told you that it would make you want to scream out multiple expletives that were now not allowed in your house since you had a baby and babies had sponges for brains apparently and if you said the word fuck out loud, they'd grow up into a psychopath which would also be your fault.

Parenting was really fucking hard though.

You toweled off half of your body and pulled on the nearest pair of clean clothes you could find. You were about to rush out of the bathroom when you caught your reflection in the mirror. Regret flooded your body instantly, your nose scrunching as you took in how rough you looked.

It had been a month since you gave birth but it looked like you had been through a zombie apocalypse, dark under eye circles lining your eyes and your hair was all over the place. You were grateful for your body, having given you a beautiful baby, but you felt bad for yourself. You wished you could turn off the part of you that needed things like sleep or food or clean underwear. This would be so much easier if you were a robot.

It's not like you were alone in this, Seokjin was more than helpful- but he was just as tired as you. You vaguely remember that he had also gotten vomited on but urged you to shower first, guilt washing over your body all over again. You were crying before you really realized it, the stress building up in a surge of hormones and exhaustion.

You pushed it aside and tried to wipe the tears away, walking to the living room to tell Seokjin he could go shower.

Instead, you turned to see him standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a deep frown, watching you try to hide the fact that you were definitely on the verge of loosing your shit.

"Where's the baby?" You asked automatically, ignoring the tears still rolling down your cheeks in hopes he would do the same.

"My mom offered to babysit for the rest of the day, I said yes." He explained, still frowning. "Come here."

"Wait- she shouldn't have to babysit, I can do it-"

"No, you need a break," He insisted, placing his hands flat on your shoulder. He looked down at you with concern and empathy in his eyes, which only made you feel worse because he was just as tired as you, just as stressed out.

"Stop," You snapped, lashing out despite yourself. "I can't just take a break from being a mother- that's not really how it works."

"You're human and she's offering," Jin argued, his tone suddenly sharper. "I said you're taking a break- you're taking a break. We're not fighting about this."

You frowned up at him, angry tears falling from your eyes. You wanted to argue but you were too tired to formulate a good enough rebuttal, instead you let him push you into a chair as he stood behind you with a wide toothed comb, sifting through the rat's nest that was your hair. He ran through your hair slowly, carefully deconstructing every kink and knot and working hair oil into the ends. He blow dried it afterwards, humming the entire time as if you hadn't just thrown a temper tantrum.

"You have to take care of yourself, you're important- to me and our baby." He mumbled when he had finished, braiding your hair patiently.

"I can't be selfish anymore," You argued weakly, "There's more important things than haircare."

"It's not about your hair- it's about feeling like yourself," Jin reminded, "I didn't read all of those books about parenting for no reason, all of them said that this kind of thing happens after the baby comes. It's easy to lose yourself in how stressful parenting is, but you have me to remind you that you're important too- okay? So just take the rest of the day for yourself- sleep for as long as you want, my mom brought food over so you can eat when you're hungry."

"What about you?" You mumbled, looking up at him. He looked tired himself- handsome as ever, but tired. He smiled down at you sweetly, leaning down to kiss you lightly.

"I'll be sleeping right next to you- just gotta shower first," He grinned.

"I'll blow dry your hair after!" You offered, eyes suddenly lighting up.

Jin laughed and nodded, kissing you once more before turning to go shower. You pulled the braid over your shoulder and played with it idly, staring at yourself in the mirror again. Unlike before, you looked a little bit more like yourself- tired, but happy.

You still had a lot on your plate and your to-do list was still running long in the back of your mind, but at the very least you decided to press pause on it for a moment and make a new to-do list: one only with you and Seokjin on it.

masterlist.

#bts timestamps #bts drabble #seokjin x y/n #seokjin x oc #seokjin drabble #kim seokjin fic #seokjin imagine #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin oneshot #dad!seokjin #parent!au #parent!bts #dad!bts

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bluelavendre · 1 month ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

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

chapter 4: "Trapped Together"

The group decides to move again after spotting more infected wandering into the school’s courtyard. The plan is simple: reach the cafeteria, gather supplies, and find a way to the rooftop, where they can signal for help.

You all move in a tight group, Jin leading the way with his trusty bat. The hallways are eerily quiet, but everyone remains on edge, weapons ready.

As you turn a corner, a loud crash echoes through the building. A horde of infected bursts through a nearby door, their growls piercing the silence.

"Run!" RM shouts, and chaos ensues.

The group splits as the infected swarm from all directions. You find yourself sprinting down a narrow hallway, your breath coming in short gasps.

"Y/N, this way!" Taehyung calls, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward a stairwell.

You both slam the door behind you, but the infected are relentless, their fists pounding against the wood.

"Upstairs!" Taehyung says, and the two of you race up the steps, taking them two at a time.

You reach the top floor and push open a door, stumbling into what appears to be an old art room. The walls are lined with dusty canvases, and broken sculptures litter the floor.

Taehyung quickly shuts the door behind you, wedging a chair under the handle to keep it closed.

"We’ll be safe here for now," he says, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

You nod, leaning against a table. "What about the others?"

Taehyung’s face darkens. "They’ll be okay. They’re smart… and tough. We just need to stay alive until we can find them again."

The pounding on the door grows louder, and you both exchange a worried glance.

As the hours drag on, the infected eventually wander off, leaving the two of you in an uneasy silence. You sit on the floor, hugging your knees, while Taehyung paces the room.

"Are you okay?" he asks after a while, his deep voice breaking the quiet.

You nod, though your trembling hands betray you. "I just… I can’t stop thinking about them. What if something happened?"

Taehyung crouches in front of you, his intense gaze meeting yours. "Nothing’s going to happen to them. Or to us. I promise."

"You can’t promise that," you say, your voice cracking.

"I know," he admits, his expression softening. "But I’m not letting anything happen to you, okay? Not while I’m here."

The sincerity in his voice sends a warmth through your chest. "Thanks, Tae."

He smiles faintly, sitting down beside you. "You’re stronger than you think, you know."

"Everyone keeps saying that," you mutter. "But I don’t feel strong."

"You don’t have to feel it for it to be true," he replies, his tone so gentle it catches you off guard.

As night falls, the temperature in the room drops, and you shiver despite your efforts to stay warm.

"Here," Taehyung says, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

"You’ll get cold," you protest.

He shakes his head. "I’m fine. You need it more than I do."

You pull the jacket tighter around you, the faint scent of his cologne oddly comforting. "Thanks."

The two of you sit in silence for a while, the only sound the faint growls of infected somewhere in the distance.

"I used to think school was boring," Taehyung says suddenly, a wistful smile tugging at his lips. "Now I’d give anything to go back to those boring days."

You laugh softly. "Yeah. I used to complain about exams. Now I’m running from zombies."

Taehyung chuckles, the sound low and warm. "Funny how things change, huh?"

His laughter fades, and he turns to you, his expression serious. "Y/N… if we don’t make it out of this, I just want you to know… I’m glad I met you."

Your breath catches at his words, and you look at him, unsure of what to say. "Tae…"

He shakes his head, giving you a small smile. "You don’t have to say anything. I just… wanted you to know."

The next morning, you wake to the sound of shuffling footsteps outside the door. Taehyung is already on his feet, holding a broken chair leg like a weapon.

"They’re back," he whispers, his jaw tight.

The two of you stand frozen as the door handle rattles. The infected begin pounding against the door, their growls growing louder.

"We need to move," Taehyung says, grabbing your hand.

"But where?"

He glances toward the window. "There’s a fire escape. If we’re careful, we can climb down."

Your heart races as you nod. "Let’s do it."

Taehyung removes the chair from the door and braces himself. "On three, we run. Ready?"

"Ready."

"One… two… three!"

He flings the door open, and the two of you sprint toward the window as the infected swarm into the room. Taehyung smashes the glass with his chair leg, and you both climb out onto the fire escape.

The metal groans under your weight as you descend, but you don’t stop, not even when the infected start spilling out of the window above you.

By some miracle, you make it to the ground and take off running, the infected hot on your heels.

"There!" Taehyung shouts, pointing to a maintenance shed. The two of you dive inside, slamming the door shut behind you.

Hours later, after the infected disperse, you and Taehyung make your way back to the main building. To your immense relief, you find the others in the cafeteria, alive and relatively unharmed.

"Y/N!" Jungkook shouts, running to pull you into a hug.

"Are you okay?" Jin asks, his eyes scanning you for injuries.

"We’re fine," you say, smiling despite your exhaustion. "Just a little shaken."

Taehyung steps forward, his usual playful smirk back in place. "Told you I’d keep her safe."

Jungkook’s eyes narrow slightly, his grip on your arm tightening. "Good. Because if anything had happened to her..."

"Relax, Jungkook," Taehyung says, raising his hands in mock surrender. "She was in good hands."

Jungkook doesn’t respond, but the tension between them is palpable.

As the group settles down to plan their next move, you can’t help but notice the way the boys keep glancing at you—and at each other.

To be continued…

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yoongi-sugaglider · 3 years ago

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Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count:2166

Part 18 ===Part 19 ===Part 20

The kitchen erupted into a surge of chaos at the sound of Jin’s voice. I’d rerouted the audio to my cell phone, which Taehyung had rigged long ago to double as a receiver so we could communicate during missions and various outings.

It was a chorus of shouts and sobbing as the boys scrambled to be heard over each other by their elder.

“How did you survive?”

“What the fuck happened?”

“Where are you now?”

“Are you hurt?”

“I saw you get shot, what the hell?!”

Even Yoongi seemed shaken, which was hard considering.

That windshield wiper laugh sounded through the receiver and I crumpled to the floor, sobbing with relief as I clutched the phone to my chest.

“Aww, come on now boys, look what you did to her.” Even at a distance and fresh from the grave he still managed to find a way to scold his younger brothers.

Jungkook helped me to my feet and I placed the phone on the counter, angling it so that everyone could hear and be heard before burying myself into the crook of his arm.

“Hyung, seriously, how did you manage to survive that shot?” Jimin squatted down at the counter across from me, arms crossed on the metal surface so he could rest his chin on them and still be able to see the phone.

“Same way Hoseok did. We had our vests on.”

This sent another wave of relief and cheering through the group. Even Jeanette and Rose were sobbing off to the side when they heard Hobi’s cheerful hello on the other end of the line.

“Fuck sake man!” Namjoon sniffled as Taehyung wiped his nose on his shoulder. “You both had us half way to grieving over you.”

“Seriously though, what exactly happened?” Junkgook demanded, though he couldn’t hide the tears that clung to the back of his own throat.

And so Seokjin filled us in.

After he’d been shot and Jeanette and Yoongi had been taken away, he’d played dead for a bit. Long enough to watch as the helicopters took off without him.

He’d made his way to the front of the house, almost losing it when he spotted Hobi’s unmoving form on the ground. He’d quickly realized though that the blow back of all those shots had simply rendered the bodyguard unconscious. The bulletproof vest had done its job perfectly.

“We had him checked out, nothing broken, but the ceramic plates in his jacket and vest are fully toast.”

“What do you mean...we?” Namjoon interrupted. His curiosity caused his voice to crack slightly as he spoke, eliciting a snicker from the others.

“Well, you see…”

Jin was interrupted by a voice that had my blood running cold.

“They had a little help from a friend.”

“Eun Kwang!”

A chorus of voices rang out, drawing the attention of several nearby civilians. I smiled at them sheepishly, to which most shrugged and ignored us, though a few seemed to now have at least half an ear turned in our direction. It didn’t matter though, I had more important and pressing matters to attend to.

“You skeevy bastard what the hell?!” Jungkook was nearly purple with rage and I could tell he was on his way to saying something stupid.

I stepped in, touching his arm and gently taking the phone to redirect his attention.

“Easy there killer, not the place or time for all this.” I smiled softly to him, handing the phone over to Namjoon and placing a hand on Jungkook’s cheek.

“Let’s have Namjoon find out what happened. There’s too many people around to have you going full mafia boss rage mode.”

He snorted, though the sound was not one of amusement and we turned our attention to the ongoing conversation.

“We were on our way over to negotiate a peace treaty to be frankly honest.” Eun Kwang’s tone was mocking to say the least, I could almost hear the sneer in his voice.

“Hyun sik heard the chopper first so we hid until the shots died out and the bird took off again. Found your boys barely breathin’ when we managed to get there. Don’t worry though little dongsaeng, we made real sure to secure your property, get everything valuable to a nice an safe place.”

“Mother f…” Jungkook inhaled. I could feel the rising tension in his form, the muscles in his arms writhing beneath my fingertips as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“Boss?” Namjoon whispered, eyes scanning his younger brother’s face as his brows creased with concern.

“What do you want Eun Kwang…” Jungkook asked, words clipped as he struggled to keep his temper under control.

“Well, I know you and your crew are in a bit of a bind. Trapped on that American base with no way out and surrounded by rabid bodies? Not a good look man.”

“And?!”

“I’ll help you escape, sure. But on one condition.”

Jungkook growled, throwing his hands up in the air and turning away with a huff.

“Of course there’s a fucking catchin!” He slammed his fist on the counter, causing Jeanette to yelp from the corner. I sent her a half hearted and apologetic smile.

“What do you want Eun Kwang?” I muttered into the phone when I took it from Joon.

“I want Daegu.”

“What?!”

“If I send my crew out there, I’m risking their lives to get you out. I need to know that the risk is worth the reward. Daegu is my reward.”

“But Eun…”

“Yes yes, I know. How is that going to work if you all are still in Daegu when this is all over? Simple. I want you all gone. I don’t care where you go or what you do. But Daegu is mine.”

Namjoon stepped up, waving for me to hand him the phone again. I obliged, passing it over and turning to watch Jungkook as he began pacing again.

“Why not just leave us here then? Why not just let the Americans deal with us or kill us or whatever it is they have planned for us?”

“Because if anyone’s gonna kill Jungkook, it’s gonna be me. You damn well best believe I’m not letting any other mother fucker have that satisfaction.”

***

Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by a commotion at the kitchen door. I grabbed the phone quickly, lowering the audio volume as much as possible while shushing the men on the other end of the line.

“We’ve got company.” I muttered, hoping that whatever this could be, it wouldn’t spell disaster for our escape plans.

“Daddy!” The shout echoed across the kitchen as several soldiers walked in, startling us to no end as one of the nearby children rushed over and nearly tackled one of the soldiers to the ground.

The sight would have been heartwarming if not for the fact that as soon as the two hugged it out the young boy began whispering to his father while pointing back at us several times.

“Fuck…” Jungkook grumbled. Apparently he’d been watching the exchange as well.

“There’s nothing we can do about it now Boss.” Namjoon moved to block our sight of the two, pulling our attention back to him as he shoved his hands in his pocket.

“If we draw attention to it now they’ll know or at least suspect that something’s up. Just watch and wait for now, see where this takes us.”

It didn’t take long for the commotion to become organized.

The group was divided into two lines, children at the front and adults split into two groups that were led out into the darkness of the bowling alley.

After hurriedly ending the call and shoving the phone in my pocket I joined the groups. Half of us were led to the front of the building, Rose, Jeanette, and myself included, while the others were instructed to stay put.

“They’re taking us to the bathrooms.” The little girl that had taken a liking to Namjoon and Jeanette whispered up to me.

I smiled down at her gratefully, heat rising to my cheeks when she slipped her tiny hand in mine and squeezed it tightly.

“I wish they would take us more often, but Mommy said they do it so that the ones with guns can keep us safe from the monsters.” She glanced toward the front door, eyes wide as her gaze darted across the dusky twilight of the sky.

I squeezed her hand, bringing her attention back to me so I could shoot her a reassuring grin.

“It’s brave of them to want to protect us, don’t you think?” I asked as we made our way into the imposing darkness of the women’s bathroom. A few of the sinks had lanterns on them, but it really did little to dispel the gloom that prevailed in the entirety of the large space.

“Well...I guess it’s brave. But really they’re just pretending. Grown-ups do that a lot.” She shrugged, letting go of my hand and making her way to one of the toilet stalls.

I wondered at her words as I did the same, finishing my business as quickly as possible so I could spend a moment or two longer at the sink.

I glanced to the side after finishing with my face, smiling and letting out a small chuckle that echoed slightly when the little girl had reappeared beside me with Jeanette, Rose, and her mother in tow.

Reaching her hand out once more she quickly pulled me into the group, giggling the whole way back to the kitchen at the new friends she’d made for herself.

When we got back I broke away from the others, making my way over to Jungkook who’s eyes were on the dad and son duo we’d been watching earlier. He frowned when the adult glanced our way, his fist clenching at his side when the man began walking over.

“Kookie, you’re gonna end up with arthritis if this keeps up.”

He glanced down at me, face full of confusion as I wrapped my hand around his fist and brought it up to gently brush my lips over the knuckles. “Relax baby. I know this is tough but please, ease up on yourself.”

I wasn’t even sure if my words registered in his mind as the man in uniform stopped before us, hand on the holster at his hip as he sized us up.

“My son tells me you all have a plan?” His clipped Korean sounded foreign on his tongue, though the pronunciation was immaculate.

“Couldn’t possibly begin to know what you mean, Sir.” I replied, giving him my most charming smile possibly.

“Mmm, no I get it. With everything going on, what reason do you have to trust me?” He shrugged, leaning his hip against the counter and finally moving his hand away from his holster to cross his arms over his chest.

I tilted my head, smile still in place as I attempted to sooth the seething beast that was Jungkook by tracing my fingers over the bulging muscles in his forearms.

“We weren’t exactly given a choice to leave our home, safe as it was and out of the way of the chaos. Two of our family members were shot and killed, and by YOUR people at that.” I shook my head, eyes brimming with tears to emphasize the point.

The soldier sighed, nodding and frowning as he turned to look out at the group of civilians loitering around the spacious kitchen. “Sad fact is, people tend to do stupid shit when they think they’re saving people. Get high and mighty in their authority and think they’ve become god when they’re the ones holding the guns.”

I hummed in thought, curling my fingers over Jungkook’s knuckles and placing just enough pressure to encourage him to loosen his fingers so that I could slip my hand into his.

“Seems that’s a universal fit. People with authority want to keep their authority, no matter who or what gets in their way.”

The soldier pursed his lips, eyes finding the young boy who’d called him Daddy earlier. He was now playing with the young girl and Namjoon, smiles bright as he told them one of his many stories while balancing each of them on either of his knees. The man was good with kids, there was no doubt about that.

“I’ve seen the type of people my so called superiors are. The way they run things around here? I’d rather have my kid out there on the streets than have them in this dingy ass kitchen until whatever’s left of the world's governments decides to figure their shits out.” He turned back to use, face determined for a moment before softening into a look of sad resignation.

“Look, whatever it is you and your people are planning, me and mine are in. Just say the word and we got your back, there’s more of us than them. In the end you can’t lose.”

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