#v; Keep your Head up and Your Spirits High because you Can’t Cry ( Pre Hope's Peak )

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BTS Reaction - Falling for a Stranger in the Apocalypse

Request: Hi Sammie ❤️ sorry if my request is kind of specific, but could I request a BTS reaction to being in a supermarket when the apocalypse starts and they can't leave, and the reader (female) is in the same store as them and the BTS member starts to fall for her over time? Sorry it’s specific, but thank you!

RM

She was cool and calculated. Even though the world was literally ending around him, she helped him keep his calm. No one had that effect on him the way you did. Supplies was running low, and they would have to go out into the cruel and unforgiving world for the first time since hell and earth collided. RM was picked as one of the leaders of the group of people in the supermarket right from the start, naturally knowing how to take the leadership role, and now it was time for him to pick the people going on the supply run. You could hear a pin drop in the market as Namjoon carefully thought things over. Who has the stamina to keep up? Who has the bravery? The intelligence? The wit? No one said a word, until you raised your hand as the sole volunteer. Namjoon felt cold. “No.” He spoke, his voice low. “Why not?” You questioned. “I just said no. I think...I think you’d be better off here.” “Why?” You pressed, determined but not angry. That’s another thing Namjoon loved about you, your ability to keep a level head and not lose your temper. Everyone watched him intensely as he thought of how to respond, when really the reason was so clear to him. Because I won't let you get in harm’s way.

Jin

The two of you bonded in the kitchen. Jin was quick to take the role of the chef, using the stoves where the pre-made meals used to be cooked to create flavours that distracted your poor group. It wasn't easy; he felt useless sometimes. The world was ending and all he could do was make a good dinner. But there was something about your smile when cooking that made him feel like the most important person on earth. He wasn't just a useless cook, he was a survivor and even more importantly, he was making you happy. It was your birthday soon and Jin had been saving his rations of chocolate for weeks to have enough to make you a chocolate cake. And it was all worth it seeing your enjoyment when you ate it, the light in your eyes brighter than the sun in the sky, warming his whole body. For a moment, a brief moment, he forgot your situation. He felt like he was at home with you on a date and that things were, and could always be, normal. And even though that wasn't the case, the feeling you gave him of normalcy was just enough to keep him going. Would you like another slice?

Suga

It was hard for him to care about anything anymore. At first, Yoongi was more determined than anyone to survive. But as time went on, he lost that drive. Nothing was changing. The world was still shit. They would starve eventually. Get sick. Perish. When he was alone, that’s all he could think about. But when he was with you...you...Yoongi didn't think he smiled so much even when they weren't in the middle of the apocalypse. His phone broke months ago and with no way to restore it, Yoongi took up drawing as a pastime, which eventually became a hobby. And you were his muse. He had no camera, so he drew you to keep the memories. He drew you smiling, thinking, talking...whatever you did. Because just seeing you made him feel hope. Yoongi knew the curves of your lips by heart and every smile they formed. They were ingrained into his memory forever and plagued his thoughts to no end. But that was okay with him, because you took him out of the world and he wanted to stay with you in that place forever.

J-Hope

Hobi’s said it himself, “It doesn't matter how bright my personality is, I’m still a human. I do get stressed.” But he was determined to keep that sunshine air about him. Not just because that’s what he’s known for and not even because he wanted to, but because he wanted to make you happy. It isn't easy to keep spirits high when the world around you is changing every day for the worse, but being happy with you was easy. The two of you were always together. You even slept close together. Without you, Hobi felt like all his hope and happiness was gone. You were like his battery, and he was useless without you. He thought the two of you could really make it through this, hiding out in the supermarket and spending your days cuddled in the corner. In the back of his mind, he knew supplies would start to run out and that without proper maintenance, pipes and power lines would eventually wear down. But he was able to push those thoughts back...for a little while. Now it was a more prominent issue. You needed more supplies and people were being picked for a supply run. You were one of those people. Hobi felt sick, and literally had to fight back tears before making up his mind. “I’ll go. You stay. I’ll take your place.” “Hobi, you can't...” “Please, y/n.” He begged, desperate. “Please...I can't let anything happen to you.” “And how do you think I feel?” You asked, feeling your cheeks flush. “...I won't let you go alone.” Hobi puled you into a hug, clutching you tightly as if scared you would just disappear. “I’ll go with you. I need to protect you.”

V

Taehyung felt like an outsider amongst the group, not really knowing where he fit in. He wasn't one of the most athletic ones, so he didn't go on runs. He wasn't a very good cook, so he couldn't help with dinner. And there wasn't much practical use of having a good singing voice. He mostly helped out other people when he could, but overall, living day by day was boring. Excruciatingly so. He felt like he had no purpose, and it gnawed at him from the inside out. Taehyung stayed out of the way of the hotheads that called orders and kept his head down...until one day. “You're so beautiful.” One of your group’s leaders had an arm around your shoulder, pushing his face a little too close to yours. “Thank you...” You tried to shrug his arm off but he only moved closer. “You know, it gets so lonely...this life. In this world. And my role in this thing is so stressful. I could use a little recharge...” “Don't touch her.” Taehyung growled, coming up from behind the two of you and throwing the leader’s arm off you. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Who the hell do you think you are??” Taehyung stood in front of you protectively and stared him down. He walked up to Taehyung, malice in his eyes. “Good luck trying to get your rations today.” He threatened, before pushing Taehyung’s shoulder back and leaving the two of you alone. “Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, right?” Taehyung asked, frantically. “No, he didn't hurt me. And don't worry about him...you can have my rations today, as a thank you for making him go away, if you want.” “No...no.” Taehyung smiled at you gently. He just found his purpose.

Jimin

Everyone loved Jimin. From the start, he was the person anyone could go to to let out their problems and boy did everyone have a lot. He was a good listener, and took into consideration what everyone had to say without bias or judgment. But it was a position that took a toll on him. He heard about everyone’s demons without having a place to let out his own. Jimin didn't want to burden anyone or seem weak, so he often waited until everyone had gone to sleep before sinking into a corner and crying silently. One sleepless night, you found him. Not having been particularly close to the man everyone was particularly close to, you just watched for a minute before realising he must have really felt pain, and brought a box of tissues over to him. When Jimin saw you coming, he quickly wiped away his tears and put on his best smile. “What are you doing awake? Are you okay?” “Am I okay? You're the one crying.” You held out the box of tissues to Jimin and after realising there was no point in fighting it, he accepted them gratefully. Trying to keep himself from crying again, he took deep breaths and patted gently at his eyes with one of the tissues. “So...” You continued. “What’s wrong?” Can I trust her? He thought to himself. Jimin looked into your eyes, baring his emotions for you to read loud and clear. Seeing the warm look you gave in return was enough to make him realise I can. I’m not alone anymore.

Jungkook

He lived for the thrill of adventure. Whenever there was a supply run, Jungkook was the first one to volunteer. He was quick on his feet as well as quick witted, so he was always in and out of buildings, expertly gathering what he needed, before any of the other survivors of your group. “Got any requests, pretty lady?” Jungkook asked you as he usually did before leaving on his next supply run. “Hm...actually, I ripped my shirt the other day and we don't have any extra thread. Could you keep an eye out?” “You got it.” Jungkook winked at you, then left with the group. He knew there would be no thread at the building they were planning to raid that day, so he secretly snuck off when he was out before the other survivors. A very dangerous move on his part. But what can I say? He loves it. And even more than the risk, he loves- “Jungkook!” Shit. “Yeah?” “Where were you just running back from?” “I heard a noise, wanted to check it out to make sure our team wasn't about to be ambushed.” “It’s too dangerous to go alone. Next time, let me know if you need someone to get your back.” Jungkook nodded a quick thanks, before he and the group went back to the market you’d been hiding out at. After checking back in with the other members of your group, Jungkook approached you with the thread. “You're the best.” You thanked Jungkook, hugging him. He returned the hug with a smile. “It’s not a problem.” I’d do anything for you.

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@aikidoheroine  ll  Akane And her Siblings Plotting Call !

🥢 - “Is it helpin’ at all, Suga?” Akane’s eyes were intently focused on the expressions of small, blonde child - looking to only be about five or six years old. He clutched a bag of frozen peas to the side of his face,  his other hand wrapped defensively around his abdomen. He said nothing, merely looking up at his “older” sister, whose slightly darkened skin was a stark contrast to his own and that of his blood-related brother at his side, who squeezed his hand nervously. 

“I swear, I’m going to give that bastard a taste of his own fucking medicine someday” she muttered under her breath, far louder than she’d meant to. 

“You’re just gonna end up getting hurt too...!” The uninjured of the two siblings,  a slightly younger looking of the two, spoke when he saw his brother struggle to get the words out himself. Akane let out a clearly frustrated sigh at this, taking her place cross legged across the alleyway of her current pair of siblings, burning at the thought that  she should be in hospital with her new ‘brother’ rather than out here on the street to avoid their parent’s temper. 

“No, it’s....” the injured boy’s gaze shifted towards the alleyway, hearing the footsteps of the approaching stranger rather than seeing him - half blind without his glasses. 

Akane’s attention was immediately drawn to the approaching girl, hand put protectively in front of the two siblings as she rose to her feet. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with whatever lowlife had decided to slink back here - people never came to this neighborhood unless they were looking for trouble.

“What is it you want?!” She snarled, facing down someone several years older than her without any fear to show for it “We don’t have any fucking money, alright?! Leave us alone!” 

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@morpunk​ ll Akane And her Siblings Plotting Call ! 

🥢 - “Do you see anything?” The pestering of her little sister made it hard to concentrate on what she was trying to do; already getting worried over having to look after a pair of toddlers following her around. Wasn’t really their fault - how could she ever tell them to go back home with the way things always were? It’s not fair at all.

“I think we got ‘ere a little late” a nine year old Akane replied,  tugging at the disheveled  clothes of the red-headed rebel Miyazaki ; whose weight was currently crushing her shoulders. “Either tha’ or ‘ey  didn’ bring much of it to begin with...” 

A disappointed face scanned empty chip bowls and sandwich plates, her own growling stomach reminding her of the reason she was here. 

“Does that mean we have ta’ leave?” the much shyer voice of the similarly red-headed Demura barely audible among the voices of the post-concert crowd. He clearly wasn’t comfortable being near such a loud crowd of people, but was probably more terrified to be at home alone with his parents.  

“No. It means we have ta’ get creative. Duh.” she replied, eyes more focused on the backstage people packing everything up - seeing precious bottles of water and chip bags. “I need to be sneaky an’ not fast ....so you’re gonna have ta’ stay here, got it?”

Once she was over the fencing, she could already tell she’d severely underestimated how difficult this would be. There was a lot of noise but...also a lot of people. Damn. Still, she tried her best to reach her hand for a few unopened snack size bags of chips....

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@mistakenlybelieved ( For Vincent ) ll Plotted

🥢 - She wasn’t particularly fond of doing stuff like this. Sure, she’d managed to get away with it quite a few times now after the first few failed attempts, but it didn’t make it any easier on her conscience. 

She told herself that she’d get used to it over time, that she had no other choice but to disturb the sanctuary of other people’s homes. Besides, what was she supposed to do? Let her little brother starve to death? No way. She wasn’t going to lose any more siblings if she could help it.

Eyes squinted at the window in front of her, balancing the brick in her hand; one she’d picked up from the loose end of one of the buildings she’d jumped across. She’d made sure to check that all the cars were out of the parkways, hoping it’d mean everyone had gone to work or school ( the later of which she was skipping to do this ), as she threw the object into the window to shatter the glass. 

“Good.” She whispered to herself, trying to ignore any cuts she’d get from the jagged pieces of glass as she entered. “I’m gonna make this quick - just get what I need an’ get out...”

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