#yoonjin zombie apocalypse au
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I'm with you
A flesh-eating, brain rotting disease has infected every corner of the planet. Towns are abandoned, cities up in flames, and finding others who have not been contaminated is practically unimaginable.
With no electricity, sparse food and dwindling hope, Yoongi and Jin only have each other, but that's all they need to keep going.
âNo matter what.â Jin held Yoongiâs hand, looking into his eyes. âWeâre together, and weâll keep fighting to survive.â
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welcome to romyâs bts fanfiction reading blog.
below youâll find my chaotic library. feel free to browse through fics by member, pairing, reader type, genre, alternate universes and tropes. after youâve read a fic, make sure to reblog it in order to support the writer. happy browsing, dear visitor!
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Could you recommend any stories with zombies or werewolves?
Sure! For werewolves, you should check out my werewolf au tag :)
black indigo by 55cancrie
Rating: M
Pairings: Seokjin/Yoongi
Status: Complete
Word count: 15,291
Summary:Â Itâs been eight months since the end of the world.
Hope by heyyyjude
Rating: T
Pairings: Taehyung/Yoongi
Status: Complete
Word count: 11,426
Summary:Â Itâs been six months since the outbreak happened and tension between Yoongi and Taehyung has hit a peak. But when the usually subdued Taehyung fights back, Yoongi feels something inside of him change.
the path (a new beginning) by adamnparrishs
Rating: M
Pairings: Jungkook/Yoongi
Status: Incomplete
Word count: 13,273
Summary:Â If he was correct, it was March 18th, 2018. That meant it had been 2468 days since the infection took over, spreading across the world like an uncontrollable wildfire, destroying everything in its path.
It had been 2465 days since his dad was shot dead by an army general who had mistaken him for an infected, the bullet ripping through his flesh as his family had watched.
It had been 2390 days since the first quarantine zone was opened to the public, where survivors travelled across the states in order to feel safe. 2193 days since Kim Seokjin has taken his boyfriend Kim Namjoon and left for the wider world, promising that he would protect them now that he was a part of the Fireflies.
2003 days since his mum succumbed to the virus herself, slowly losing her mind and her will to live, and 2002 days since Min Yoongi decided he would stop at nothing to find a cure for this disease.
#ask#yoonjin#taegi#yoonkook#yoongi#seokjin#taehyung#jungkook#zombies#apocalypse au#minor character death#established relationship#enemies to lovers#Rating: M#Rating: T
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Hi! I was wondering if you knew of any apocalypse fics with happy endings? I don't mind any ship except for yoonmin (no hate, it's just not my preference). No romantic ships is fine, too. Thank you so much! I love your blog :)
Hi Anon!
Hmmm so Apocalypse fics, iâm gonna take that in a really wide sense, so set during an apocalyptic setting, or a post-apocalypse dystopia, whatever I can find and reads well:
Apocalypse AU
home is where hyung is by lusterrdust (Taegi, One-shot, E, 16K, Zombie Apocalypse AU)
saturday night live. by taekookies_and_cream (Taekook, One-shot, G, 2.4K, Zombie Apocalypse AU)
iâd love it if we made it by hobal_hyung (Yoonseok, One-shot, E, 26K, Doomsday AU)
Anything For You by dearmochi (Yoonjin, One-shot, G, 2.2K, Zombie Apocalypse AU)
We got here together, and we are still here by heyhosam (Jikook, One-shot, T, 3.4K, Zombie Apocalypse AU)
Fumes by Hailbreeze (Jikook, One-shot, M, 1.9K, Zombie Apocalypse AU)
Iâll have you know that going through this tag was depressing as fuck, and now iâm sad and I blame you for it :((
#ask#anonymous#apocalypse au#zombie apocalypse au#doomsday au#bts fic rec#bangtan fic rec#angst with a happy ending#taegi#taekook#yoonseok#yoonjin#jikook#lusterrdust#taekookies_and_cream#hobal_hyung#dearmochi#heyhosam#Hailbreeze#home is where the hyung is#saturday night live.#i'd love it if we made it#anything for you#we got here together and we are still here#fumes#graphic violence and the like#no MCD but death and blood and gore and stuff#obviously
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threw a punch in a bar | knj
(or, nothing good happens when a man youâd accidentally knocked out in a bar fight tells you to run.)
â pairing: namjoon x f. reader â genre: zombie!au | crack, smut â rating: explicit. minors dni. â warnings:Â swearing, alcohol, a guy gets pushy in a bar, this results in a bar fight (mentioned broken bones, but nothing is described in explicit detail), vague american setting in order to drag the us healthcare system, side vmin, taehyung has klepto tendencies but he steals from wal-mart so itâs fine, really mid smut including: kissing, very slight dom!joon, grinding/thigh riding, implied oral (f. receiving), fingering, reader drops a bryce harper quote during sex, namjoonâs dick is big but we knew that, this is cancelled out by his horrible dirty talk, unprotected sex, vminâs dumpling fight but make it settlers of catan. this is technically a zombie fic, but the circumstances are 99% in the background. there is nothing gory here, just sort of found family vibes centered around an apocalypse. also when i said the smut is mid i meant it. everyone has himbo tendencies except yoonjin. â wordcount: 11k â a/n: started this forever ago after doing one of those twt pause games on who iâd be stuck with in the zombie apocalypse. my result was vmin & namjoon, which birthed the idea of vmin spending the entire apocalypse subtly trying to convince you to sacrifice yourself for them. i was going to publish the draft of this on halloween but decided to finish it, went into a trance, and added 9k words, so please accept my late and humble offering. â thank yous: lauren, bee, and jess as always for all of their help: betaâing, general feedback, constructive criticism, telling me when my shit doesnât make sense. @effortandmoreâ / @hot-soopâ / @the-boy-meets-evilâ
Any bartender worth their salt knows you donât mix tequila and brandy.
Jimin, apparently, is only worth enough salt to rim a margarita glass.
All because heâs chaos incarnate: an absolute hellion of a person who causes problems just because. The type of person who calls a drink something innocuous like Tipsy Meow because it sounds sweet and he knows itâll get people to order it. Sometimes he even serves them in glasses with cats painted on them, which is really cute and endearing and gets people to order that drink in the cute cat glass despite the fact that that drink in the cute cat glass is tequila and brandy.
In any other bar, that drink would be called something appropriate and applicable, like a Knockout.
Because thatâs what it doesâstarts bar fights.
Which Jimin knows, because heâs actually a very competent bartender, but he likes to cause problems on purpose, especially on Tuesday nights when thereâs not much else going on.
âWhy did you do that?â Yoongi asks, watching some poor, unsuspecting woman practically skip back to her table with two Tipsy Meows in hand.
Jimin just smiles and shrugs. âBecause,â he answers, eyes twinkling with something underhanded, âthat tall guy at the high-top? Heâs been eyeing her all night. She wouldnât go for it on a good day, but after one of those?â A low whistle under his breath.
Yoongi just stares. Heâs known Jimin a long time, going on six years now, so heâs never truly surprised at how duplicitous he can be, but sometimes he pretends for appearanceâs sake. âEvil.â
âNot evil,â Jimin retorts, eyes rolled, âjust bored.â
Snorting, Yoongi whips the towel off his shoulder and starts wiping down the bar. âThen do a fucking crossword puzzle.â
Jimin waves him away. âIâm not good at them. Iâm good at this.â
âGetting people to fight in our bar?â Yoongi clarifies. Jimin nods. They stare at each other for a minute before Yoongi shrugs and finds some menial task to busy himself with. âWhatever. Youâre on clean-up duty, though. The last time you pulled this shit, I was sweeping up glass for three fuckinâ days.â
Because heâs chaos incarnate, Jiminâs response is a sarcastic salute, two fingers pressed to his forehead as Yoongi flips him off in return.
Something is wrong.
Youâve been to this bar countless times, have always ordered the same thing. Always made sure to stick to your limits, because college had been both an exercise in adulting and maintaining a functioning liver.
Maybe itâs because the mint-haired guy didnât make your drinks this time. Truthfully, youâve been wary of him for a while, convinced heâs been watering them down just to get you to buy more. Not that youâre complaining. In all the years youâve been coming here, youâve never made a fool of yourself.
Now, though?
Now youâre very rapidly approaching find the nearest trashcan ASAP territory. Iâm going to regret this in the morning territory. This hasnât happened since that frat party sophomore year territory.
Yeah, that party. Youâd drank something god-awful that night, too. Got roped into a game of strip poker in a seedy basement and walked away with $2,000, three nickels, and a half-used KFC gift card, only down a sock. Some douchebag frat bro hadnât liked that very much, accused you of cheating and gave you a real hard time about it. Long story short, youâd been fueled by too many of the suspicious drinks and knocked him out.
This feels a lot like that.
Because youâre drunk, yes, but thereâs something else lurking beneath the surface. Something thatâs itching for a fight. Something thatâs been dormant for a long time.
(This is a startling realization, because youâre not a violent person, despite all evidence to the contrary. Youâve only ever thrown one punch in your life. Itâs really not your fault that it wound up being the punch heard âround the world.)
Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it. Your sixth grade history teacher had that quote hung on the wall and you havenât thought about it until now. Because thereâs a guy approaching your tableâprobably six-foot, wearing an expensive watch and polished shoesâand heâs been eyeing your friend all night. Had made a few crude comments to his buddies that youâd regretfully overheard, and youâre all out of sorts because the mint-haired bartender hadnât made your drinks, so heâs nearly got his elbows on the table when you sayâ
âFuck off, asshole.â
Both your friend and the guy look equally shocked. âExcuse me?â he says, looking back to the idiots at his table in disbelief.
You roll your eyes, blood beginning to boil. âI said fuck off. Sheâs not interested.â
âAnd she canât speak for herself?â he retorts, all faux-chivalry now that everyoneâs attention is on him, even though the bar is practically deserted at nine oâclock on a Tuesday. âYour friendâs a little uptight, huh?â he says, shifting his attention fully away from you.
God, you always do thisâbefriend the most wholesome people in the room. The ones who always assume the best in others; the ones who canât say no; the ones who feel guilty speaking up. This friend is no different. Looks at you like a deer about to get rearranged by a car, all wide, panicked eyes and a tight-lipped smile, only polite out of obligation.
What happens next is shocking to everyone except Jimin and Yoongi. Safe behind the bar, the two of them watch as you tell the man to fuck off one more time. He refuses, his attention still laser-focused on your friend, reaching for her. Someone appears to his leftâanother stranger, this one taller and wider in all the right places and exuding far less scumbag energyâand places a large hand on his shoulder. Leans down to say something to him that you donât catch. Whatever it is, youâre assuming itâs said in that brand of tense politeness men use with other men before they threaten to knock them out.
Regardless of whatâs said, the original douchebag just snorts derisively, jutting his shoulder backwards to get the strangerâs hand off of him. This really bothers you, for all the obvious reasons. Why canât this idiot take no for an answer? Whatâs his fucking deal?
Apparently you voice the latter out loud, and the bastard is laughing again, lips turned upwards in an ugly little sneer. Far too quickly, you go from bothered but mostly in control to seeing red and cocking back. All because the mint-haired bartender hadnât mixed your drinks. Now youâre punching some pushy asshole in the jaw and are probably going to get arrested.
âOh shit,â you hear, but it sounds like youâre underwater. Itâs certainly not a voice you recognize, but you only know one person in this bar and you just punched someone to make sure she didnât get harassed by some asshole who couldnât take a fucking hint.
Pain erupts in your hand. Thereâs probably something broken, maybe multiple somethings, but you donât have much time to dwell on it before someoneâs grabbing you by the elbow and dragging you out of the bar.
A shame, you think; youâd really like to see how much of a pissbaby that guy turns into when he catches sight of his own blood.
âI hope youâre proud of yourself.â
You groan. Whatever room youâre in is far too bright and far too loud, which means youâre probably at home already being lectured by Hoseok. You crack an eye open, andâyep, thatâs Hoseok, usual human embodiment of sunshine who is now staring at you like a grumpy little rain cloud. âWhatâre you talking about?â you grumble, fingers flying to your temples to ease some of the throbbing pain.
Hoseok must be pretty pissed, because he just watches you clutch at your aching head and doesnât say a word. Usually you can guilt trip him into making you coffee and buttered toast. Grabbing you some pain killers, at the very least, but heâs not budging. You swallow hard.
âDo you remember anything from last night?â
âNot really,â you answer. Youâve been awake for approximately three seconds and your two brain cells havenât connected to form a rational thought yet, let alone conjure up whatever shenanigans you got into the night before. âI think I went out for drinks with the new hire from work, but thatâs it.â
âMehmehmeh but thatâs it,â Hoseok mimics under his breath, voice pitched far too high to ever pass as yours, looking more and more incensed by the second. Everyone told you heâd be too neurotic to live with. You shouldâve listened. âDo you remember drinking too much and punching a guy?â
Ah, that would explain why your hand is fifty shades of purple, you think. âAh, that would explain why my hand is fifty shades of purple,â you say.
Hoseok looks like heâs ready to explode. âCan you fucking take this seriously,â he seethes. âYouâre too old to be getting wasted and starting bar fights! What in the actual fuck is wrong with you? You broke a manâs nose, you fucking maniac! What if he calls the cops? God, what if he sues you? Do you have lawsuit money? Because I sure as fuck donât, not that I would bail you out of jail for this, anyway, because you donât deserve itââ
âI broke someoneâs nose?â Far too late, you realize you shouldâve kept that proud wonder out of your voice.
Hoseokâs up and screeching before you can plug your ears. âYou are un-fucking-believable! I have to leave. I canât sit here another second and listen to this.â Heâs fussing over his clothes and hair as soon as heâs on his feet, distress seeping out of every pore. âThereâs fresh coffee in the pot and I made sure to save you two slices of bread,â he grits out, as if itâs causing him immense pain to be nice to you right now, before adding, âand thereâs also aspirin and water on your nightstand. I would not recommend taking it on an empty stomach.â
And then heâs gone.
You microwave the mug of coffee and choke down the toast thatâs grown suspiciously hard. You swallow two aspirin with coffee even though you know better and should be drinking the water, but the water has been sitting out for god knows how long and probably has dust particles and other gross things in it. You take a long shower to wash away the bar grime and hangover remnants and nearly crumble to the floor in pain when you try to wash your hair.
Right, your hand.
Itâd been easy enough to ignore when you were focusing on not vomiting and taking your painkillers, but not so much anymore. Even if Hoseok hadnât told you youâd punched someone, you couldâve pieced that much togetherâthe bruising is severe and the swelling even more so. Trying to bend your fingers feels like a fate worse than death, so you salvage your shower as best you can before getting dressed one-handed and ordering an Uber to the nearest urgent care.
Which, much to your horror, is packed.
Every seat is taken except for one next to a man with a baseball cap pulled low and a thawed-out ice pack in his hand. He doesnât acknowledge you when you sit next to him, and youâre almost offended until you spot the AirPods in his ears. God, he mustâve been here forever if heâs brave enough to plug his ears in a place that unashamedly sends you to the back of the line if you donât answer when your name is called.
You need to know what youâre getting into, so you tap him on the shoulder and ask, âHey, how long have you been here?â
The man seems flustered. He reaches for his phone and sends it plummeting to the floor, and when he retrieves it you notice the screen is cracked to hell so this must be a common occurrence. âOh, uh. Iâm not sure,â he says, voice all nasally like heâs got a bad cold. âMaybe two hours or so?â
You groan. âTwo hours? Are you for real?â He just nods, still not meeting your eye. You pull out your phone, too, then, and put in the web address for the hospital. âDâyou think the wait times are less shitty at the ER?â
âMaybe.â
âYou didnât look? No offense, but you sound pretty awful. I figured youâd want to get whatever it is taken care of sooner rather than later.â
The man snorts. Sounds painful. âYeah, well. I work at a shitty nonprofit and the only insurance tier I could afford had a two-thousand-dollar deductible, so Iâll take my chances here.â
You hum in sympathy. âDo you believe in karma and reincarnation and all that? Because I do, and I think I mustâve been pretty fucking terrible in a past life to be born in a country without free healthcare in this lifetime.â The man beside you grunts in agreement. âLike, shit. What if I was Norwegian in a past life? Or, like, Canadian?â
âOnly worth being Canadian if youâre not Indigenous.â
âHm, yeah, thatâs true. What human rights violations have the Norwegians committed?â
âNo clue.â
âIâm gonna Google it,â you decide. Then, a second later, âNot great being Indigenous in Norway, either.â
âIs everyone shitty?â the man asks, pressing the warm ice pack back to his face. You wince on his behalf.
âYeah.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him pause his music. An album cover you donât recognize, because this guy definitely strikes you as the underground type: paid Spotify account with immaculate playlists full of artists no one else has heard of, either. Probably imports half of his own shit, too, so his playlists only work on his own phone and everyone yells at him when they try to play his playlists and get nothing but silence.
âWhat about you?â he asks, and itâs a question that should sound greasy but just sounds really sad with his clogged nose. âAre you shitty?â
âYep,â you answer instantly, holding up your hand. Youâd managed to wrangle an elastic bandage around it, but the bruising is obvious and not easily hidden.
The man whistles. âDamn, howâd you do that?â
âPunched a guy in a bar fight, apparently.â
In hindsight, it should be obvious, the cruel joke the universe is playing on you: you, with your mottled, probably-broken hand; the man next to you, with a black eye and an ice pack pressed to his nose. Right church, wrong pew, your mother always used to say about you, and youâd taken it then as a nod to your creativity and ingenuity, but now youâre thinking you might just be fucking stupid.
Because the atmosphere immediately shifts. The man goes stiff, pauses, tenses his shoulders. Then he asks, âYeah? What bar? I mightâve heard about it.â
And you might be fucking stupid but youâre not dumb, so you just shrug. âOh, I donât know,â you reply, doing your best impression of a person with nothing between their ears. âMy coworker dragged me out, and I like her fine, yâknow, but if Iâm being honest, I donât know how long sheâs gonna last. I think sheâs too nice. Well, I thought she was too nice, but then she invited me out for drinks and invited me to this crazy bar with horrible, violent peopleââ
âAnd you punched someone,â the man finishes for you, cutting short your tirade.
âSupposedly punched someone,â you correct. âI have no recollection of it, but thatâs what my roommate said. He was shrieking and used his Serious Mom Voice so Iâm inclined to believe him, though.â You try to wiggle your fingers and have to suppress a scream. âPlus I canât move my hand, so thereâs that.â
This is the part where you get yelled at. You can feel it. The man beside you is about to blow up, demand your name and phone number so he can report you for assault, probably also demand some money because heâd just talked about his god-awful insurance and youâre the entire reason heâs here, but the universe may be cruel but itâs also fair, becauseâ
âNamâŚjoon?â a bored medical assistant calls out. The man startles, curses under his breath that no one even attempts to pronounce his name correctly, drops his phone again, and if you werenât glued to your chair in fear you mightâve picked it up for him.
Namjoon standsâheâs fucking massive, and if this is the guy you actually punched, youâll spare a second later to marvel at yourselfâand looks down at you. Sends you the meanest, most murderous glare he can muster, clenched jaw and all, and then heâs disappearing behind a door.
You⌠feel bad.
Itâs not like youâd meant to punch him. You hadnât wanted to punch anyone! And that has to count for something, so when he comes back out youâll plead your case and offer to buy him a late lunch, because if heâd been waiting hours youâll be waiting longer, and maybe heâll find you just endearing enough to forget that youâd broken his nose and the two of you will become friends. Youâll do the Best Person speech at his wedding and laugh about the time youâd punched him, or maybe youâd be marrying him andâ
Pump the brakes.
You love a good enemies-to-lovers, but maybe not so much in real life.
 The wait is torturous.
An hour ticks by. You text Hoseok, tell him about the man youâd met and ask if he thinks itâs The Guy, and Hoseok writes back with a very pointed, I fucking hope it is. Youâre not sure what that means. Does he hope Namjoon is the guy so you can apologize? So you can make sure heâs okay? Surely he wouldnât be hoping for Namjoon to even the score and break your nose, too, but he was really mad this morning so you wouldnât put it past him.
Another half hour. If youâd been paying attention, you wouldâve realized how eerily quiet the waiting room has grown. No idle chatter, no coughing, no pained groans. People seem to be going in but not coming out, and youâve been paying attention to that much, at least, so you can catch Namjoon.
And then the door slams open.
Namjoon stands there, nose stuffed with a cartoonish amount of gauze and a large splint across the bridge. Heâs breathing hard. Looks like heâd just ran a marathon, which doesnât make sense because how large can the backend of an urgent care really be, but then his eyes found you andâ
âRun,â is all he says.
Nothing good happens when a man youâd accidentally knocked out in a bar fight tells you to run. Fucking stupid but not dumb, though, so youâre up and out of your seat before he can repeat himself.
Although youâre not sure where youâre supposed to go. Youâd taken an Uber, and you canât really order an emergency one of those. Besides, all Namjoon had said was run but not why, so youâre also not sure if it even is an emergency.
So here you are, standing in the middle of the parking lot like a bozo while Namjoon fumbles with the keys to a pickup truck. âHey!â you call out, stomping towards him. âAre you gonna tell me what the fuckâs going on?â
Namjoon looks up only long enough to catch your eye. âYou need to get out of here,â is all he says. Which is supremely and deservedly unhelpful.
âWhy? I caâI took an Uber here, I donât have a car. I donât know where Iâm supposed to go or why I had to run out of there or if this is DEFCON 5 or DEFCON 1ââ
âOne,â Namjoon answers. âItâs definitely DEFCON 1.â Door unlocked, Namjoon meets your gaze again, deadly serious. âIâm not fucking around. You need to get out of here. Right now.â
This has to be a joke. Heâs mad youâd broken his nose and now heâs getting his revenge. Still, youâre not all that keen to pay hundreds of dollars in medical bills for them to tell you something you already know, so youâll play along. âFine. Can I get a ride, then?â
âNo.â
âSo itâs an emergency but you wonât give me a ride.â
Namjoon glares at you. âYou broke my fucking nose!â
âBut I also broke my own hand, so weâre even.â Itâs absolutely not a fair trade, but Namjoon seems to chew it over nonetheless. âHey, câmon, you wouldnât leave me here! Youâd feel too guilty.â
âHow would you know?â
âBecause you work at a nonprofit and care about human rights violations, and I am a human with rights, and itâd definitely be a violation to leave me here in a DEFCON 1-level emergency when I donât even know whatâs going onââ
Namjoon slaps a hand over your mouth. A large hand. A very, very large hand that easily covers half of your face. Youâll blame your pathetic whimper on fear. âI saw some shit in there, okay?â
âWhat kind of shit, though. Urgent cares are weird. Ominous little vortexes where reality is altered. You ever been in one at night? Like 28 Days Later vibesââ
âYes!â Namjoon snaps his fingers. âYes, that! Exactly like that!â
Your relief is palpable. You sag a little. âOh! So it was just weird in there? What, did you get a creepy doctor or something?â
âNo.â He groans. Runs his hands down his face. âNot the vibes part, theââ
âThe zombie part?â you whisper.
Just then, the entrance slams open, people pouring into the parking lot. Most are screaming, which prompts you to scream in response, so Namjoon screams too and drops his keys. Youâre picking them up before you can think twice, pulling the door open and pushing him inside of the truck. Thereâs something to be said about the way you manhandle him, how ripped his back feels through the thin fabric of his t-shirt and the view of his ass as he climbs over the center and into the passenger seat, but whatever weird shit is going on takes precedence.
You climb in behind him. Shut the door and lock it, and then youâre rolling down the window to adjust the side mirrors while Namjoon just shoots you an exasperated look. âWe donât have time for this!â
âDo you want us to crash and die? Iâve seen movies like this, okay, and someone always dies some stupid, avoidable death because they forget something obvious.â
âYeah, itâs usually donât read the weird Latin incantation in that book or donât go outside to investigate weird noises, not checking your mirrors!â He pauses. âHey, wait! Theyâre not even your mirrors! Youâre fucking up all my shit!â
You roll your eyes. âShut up. Iâm getting us out of here.â
During Namjoonâs stunned silence, you turn the ignition and peel out of the parking lot as best you can with one good hand, tailspinning onto the main road, tires squealing. âThat was⌠kind of hot.â
âWhat, me telling you to shut up or my driving?â
â...Both?â
âIâyeah, thatâs fair. Youâre big, but you seem like the type to enjoy getting pushed around.â Namjoon stays quiet, and when you dare a glance over at him, his cheeks are red. âDid you get a boner when I punched you?â
That actually gets a laugh out of him. âDonât go there.â You shrug.
The two of you drive for a while. Thereâs nothing in the rearview mirror. No one behind you. Really, the world around you seems normal, quiet, still. It almost has you second-guessing everything youâd seen, all the things Namjoon had said. And you donât know him beyond breaking his nose, but everything in you is screaming to trust him.
So you do.
âHey, do you mind if we swing by my place? Itâs, like, two minutes away, and I should probably grab some stuff.â
Namjoon just shrugs.
Surprisingly, thereâs very little time to panic. Namjoon sets about grabbing whatever he can from the kitchen and the bathroom while you shove clothes into a large duffel. You grab your laptop and chargers and Namjoonâs scoff is loud when you ask if you should bring your vibrator, too, but he doesnât say no, so into the bag it goes.
Hoseok comes home in the midst of your ransacking. You meet him in the living room and, aside from the small look of confusion, he seems much happier to see you than heâd been this morning. âHi,â he says. Sounds normal, too. Doesnât sound like heâd seen some weird apocalypse shit outside. âWhere is there a tall man in our kitchen shoving all our food into bags?â
âAh, right, that.â You suck in a breath. âHobi, go pack up whatever you care about and meet us back here in five minutes. Thereâs some Train to Busan shit going on and weâve gotta get moving.â
âYo, what the fuck!â Namjoon yells from the kitchen. âAre you just saying that because Iâm Korean?â
Hoseok had looked dubious before, but seems to fall into blind trust upon hearing the strange, tall man in his kitchen is also Korean. âHey, me too!â When Namjoon comes skittering into the living room, they shoot matching finger guns at one another and do a weird bro-dap. âOh!â Hoseok says, recognition blooming. âAre you the guy? The nose guy?â
Namjoon just glares at you.
âThatâs him,â you answer instead. âGo pack, please. Iâm serious.â
Hoseok is scared of everything: spiders, his shadow, carousel animals, your neighborâs dog because itâs fifteen years old and blind and lost half its fur. He once had nightmares for a week after youâd made him watch the first Goosebumps movie and insisted on sleeping in your room. Had nightmares again after he saw a particularly sinister Squishmallow at Wal-Mart. So, yeah. Itâs imperative you convince him to come with you because he stands no chance on his own.
You donât expect him to shrug and go off to pack.
âHey, did one of you grab any ibuprofen?â
âYeah, got it,â Namjoon replies.
âWhat about allergy medicine? I get really bad sinus headaches so Iâll be miserable without it, but if itâs too much I guess I couldââ
âPack it,â you shout back.
Thereâs a loud crash from his room. Another smaller one seconds later. âIâm fine!â he calls out. âHey, cool! I found a bag of Twizzlers!â
âHoseokââ
âBring the Twizzlers, please!â Namjoon says, cheeks warming again. âWhat? I like them.â
Itâs your turn to glare. âIf I get eaten over some goddamn Twizzlers.â
âAt least youâd be strawberry flavored?â Namjoon offers, as unhelpful as ever. Then, before you can respond, âHey, man, are you almost ready? I texted my roommate and heâs good to go but I still need to pack up all my shit, too.â
âOne sec!â
Approximately fifteen seconds later, Hoseok reappears in your living room with a bookbag, a duffel bag, and an oversized rolling suitcase.
âThis isnât a vacation, Hobi,â you deadpan.
He looks at you like youâre a moron. Fucking stupid but not dumb, you remind yourself. âOkay, but Iâm not leaving all my nice clothes here to get eaten by zombie moths or whatever. Thereâs Off-White in here.â
Namjoon nods in understanding. âValid.â
Itâs not worth the argument. The three of you pile back into Namjoonâs truck, you stuck in the middle of the bench seat this time while Namjoon drives. Hoseok babbles the entire way, seemingly unfazed by this bizarre situation in which youâve found yourselves. He tells you about the cafe heâd met a friend at, the latte he ordered and didnât like. You can only tell heâs starting to get nervous because he devolves into more and more unhinged chatter. One second heâs telling you about a dog he saw wearing a little sweater and the next heâs rattling off the digits to his social security number.
âForget you heard that,â you say to Namjoon.
He looks pained as he replies, âUnfortunately I have a god-tier echoic memory so I am physically incapable of doing that.â He feels your stare. âIâm really sorry, I canât help it! Tell me something else so I forget it!â
âOkay: I think youâre about to run over that guy.â
Namjoon jerks his eyes back to the road and gasps, hitting the brakes so hard Hobi nearly goes flying into the dashboard. Heâs moaning, bitching about his seatbelt probably breaking a few ribs, and the tiny man standing in the road in front of you hasnât budged an inch. Stared death right in the eye and dared it to take him.
âFucking Jimin,â Namjoon curses. At both your and Hoseokâs blank stares, he clarifies, âMy roommate.â
âIs that seriously your roommate?â Hoseok asks, still pressing against his ribs to check for fractures.
Namjoon, huffing and puffing and finally at a complete stop, just nods. âYeah.â
Hoseok is finally silent. Then, âThat tiny, terrifying little man is your roommate and you managed to get knocked out in a bar fight? What, was he busy that night?â
Thereâs an obvious reply on the tip of Namjoonâs tongue, but before he can spit it out the tiny man is banging his fist against the window. âIâm gonna fucking kill you!â he screams. âOpen the door so I can kill you! Did you not see me? I told you Iâd be waiting by the mailbox! I even packed all your shit for you and this is how you repay me, by almost hitting me with your stupid truck? Youâre fucking craâwait, who are these people?â
Hoseok, obviously scared shitless, grimaces as he waves hesitantly. âHi!â you say, though Namjoonâs roommate probably canât hear you through the thick glass. âIâm the person who broke his nose!â
Then the roommate is smiling. âOh, that was you? You look different than I remember.â
When you look to Namjoon for answers, you find him slumped against the steering wheel. âJiminâs a bartender,â is the only explanation you get.
You look out the window again. Small, but no mint-colored hair. âAh, I had my suspicions about him. âŚI think.â
Namjoon cranks down the window just enough to tell Jimin heâll have to hop in the bed with all the luggage, and then the four of you are off again. Thereâs one more stop, to Jiminâs boyfriendâs place to pick up him and his roommate, and all you can do is hope one of them has a larger vehicle.
Just like before, this drive is suspiciously unremarkable. Youâve long since resigned yourself to believing Namjoon and what little heâd told you, but you can tell Hoseokâs skeptical. Along for the ride, of course, because thereâs always the small chance you hadnât been lying and then he wouldâve been knee-deep in shit, but skeptical nonetheless.
âCan I just askâare you sure about this?â Heâs looking out the window. Looking at all the normal cars and houses and businesses. Nothing about the outside world screams looming zombie apocalypse at all. âIt seems pretty quiet.â
Namjoon sighs. Grips the steering wheel a little tighter, knuckles flashing white, but he seems okay. Adrenaline, maybe. Itâll hit later. âYeah, Iâm sure.â
âYou saw something?â Hoseok prods.
âIââ He nudges you. âDid you notice how most of the people in the waiting room just seemed to have bad colds? Sneezing, coughing, all that?â You nod. âI didnât really think anything of it since itâs still flu season, but once I got called back, everything just felt⌠off.â
He sucks in a breath. Keeps driving. Keeps talking. The nurse whoâd taken his vitals seemed exhausted. Cracked some joke about being glad Namjoon was there for a broken nose and not whatever respiratory thing was going around. Told him a doctor would be in shortly to patch him up, and when she left his room she hadnât shut the door all the way. Left enough of a crack for Namjoon to see what was going on: frazzled nurses and doctors and techs huddled around, panicking. Namjoon thinks someone called for an ambulance.
True to her word, a doctor did come in to pack and splint his nose. Then, in the middle of jotting down the name and phone number of his pharmacy, a scream.
âAn old man came in. I saw him when they took me back. He was just sitting on a bed because it was so crowded, wasnât in a room. I guess at some point he passed out. Didnât have a pulse. I think he was who they called the ambulance for, but while I was waiting for the doctor I kept hearing this weird moaning.â
Hoseok shudders. âYeah, I know where this is going.â
âRight. So the doctor comes in, fixes me up, and next thing I know, someoneâs screaming. Guess that old dude wasnât as dead as they thought he was.â
âCould they have been wrong?â you ask tentatively. Itâs so quiet outside, maybe everyone had justâ
âNo,â Namjoon says, and he does it with so much conviction you donât argue further. Jimin bangs on the back windshield, holding his phone up to it so you can see.
Itâs all over Twitter. Not even Facebook, where youâd expect a zombie apocalypse conspiracy to begin. No, there are posts all over Twitter and Instagram and even the local news stationâs website. Hoseok looks a little green.
âOkay, so itâs definitely real and this is definitely happening,â you mutter. âDoes anyone have a plan?â
Thereâs no plan.
Not even in a hyperbolic, we say we have no plan, but somehow weâve conveniently got a small arsenal of weapons, kind of way. Thereâs simply no plan.
Jiminâs boyfriend is named Taehyung. They have a needlessly tearful reunion, and you wait in Taehyungâs tiny kitchen for twenty minutes while he packs. Heâs roommates with the mint-haired bartender that you like. His name is Yoongi. He has all his stuff packed and waiting by the front door, and you like him so much more for it.
âShould I pack condoms?â Taehyung yells from his bedroom.
âAre you fucking serââ Yoongi starts, then seems to come to a realization. âYeah. Yes, you absolutely should.â
ââKay! Be out in a sec!â
Namjoon appears then, in the midst of shoving his battered phone in his pocket. He looks around the room, taking stock, and his eyebrows knit in confusion. Fuck, heâs so hot and youâre taking the express train to hell for thinking it. âHey, has anyone seen Jimin?â
Jimin and Taehyung are gone. There are weird noises coming from the direction of Taehyungâs room. Yoongi looks positively haunted. âSorry!â Jimin calls out. âBe out in a sec!â
âTae said that exact thing five minutes ago!â
âAre you calling him a liar?â Jimin yells back. Sounds genuinely angry and genuinely prepared to defend Taehyungâs honor. Youâve never met a tinier, scarier person.
âIâm calling you both zombie food!â
Hoseok sidles up next to you. âIs it just me or is that other tiny man really hot?â
âHis nameâs Yoongi,â you tell him.
Hoseok just sighs, like heâs carrying all of the worldâs burdens on his thin shoulders. âIâm learning a lot about myself.â
You watch him mentally tabulate through all the stages of grief while Namjoon and Yoongi think up a plan. Namjoonâs large but clumsy and mostly useless, and Yoongi is small and deadly. You can hold your own, they decide, so Yoongi adopts Hoseok and Namjoon becomes your problem.
âWait a second,â Hoseok almost wails. âWhy canât I stay with her? Sheâs my roommate!â
Yoongi looks offended. Probably is. âYou donât think I can defend you?â
Hoseok flushes crimson. âI-I didnât say thatâŚâ
Heâs halfway through a stuttered, awkward apology when Jimin and Taehyung appear, not at all looking like theyâd just been getting off together. Sure, Jiminâs hair is a little mussed, but Taehyungâ
Taehyung is only holding a box.
Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose. âTaehyung.â
âPlease donât use that tone of voice with me,â Taehyung whines. âYou know this is my emotional support jigsaw puzzle.â
âAll youâre bringing is a jigsaw puzzle?â
âAnd condoms!â
âYouâre not bringing any clothes? Medicine? Food?â Namjoon asks, because he might not be the oldest but he has the most overworked single mother energy out of all of you. âJimin, go help him pack a bag of clothes, at least. Yoongi, can you grab any extra house stuff and toiletries you have laying around? Laundry detergent, soap, shampoo.â
Taehyung scoffs, sound dissipating as he disappears back down the hallway. âWe can just steal that stuff.â
Hoseok looks like heâs about to pass out. âI am not turning into a criminal!â
He does.
You all do.
The six of you pile into two separate vehiclesâyou and Hoseok with Namjoon again in his truck, and Jimin and Taehyung behind you in Yoongiâs beater car. The plan is to drive to Namjoonâs cousinâs house in the middle of nowhere and bunker down there for a while. Itâs plenty bigââHis parents are politicians, so heâs got money,â was Namjoonâs explanationâand far enough outside of the city that it should buy you enough time to come up with something better.
Step one, though: Wal-Mart.
âDonât worry, I steal from here all the time,â Taehyung says, breezing to the front of the pack like heâs leading the rest of you into war. Yoongi throws his hands up. Jimin looks lovestruck.
Hoseok hangs back by the cars, still traumatized from the Squishmallow experience, and you stay with him. Youâve seen Zombieland, and you wonât be able to do much fighting with a broken hand. At best youâd be able to fire a gun or whack someone with a pipe, but youâre not trying to go kamikaze mode on some innocent bastard in a Wal-Mart whoâs also just trying to survive.
Youâve known Hoseok for a long timeâsince your sophomore year of college, when he was failing the stats class you shared and you took pity on him and offered some tutoringâso youâve seen him in various states of distress. You know all of his tells, and the way heâs gnawing at his cuticles is a glaring one.
âHobi, hey,â you say, moving to gently pull his hand away from his mouth. âTry to relax, okay? Donât make yourself bleed.â
âI feel like Iâm gonna be sick,â he replies. Anguish is clear on his face. âEverything feels fucking overwhelming and scary.â
âI know. I know it does, but if weâre gonna get through this weâre gonna need you, all right?â He nods but heâs shaking, still looking tormented and green around the edges. You pull him into a hug that has him nearly sagging in defeat.
Slowly, your shoulder grows wet and warm. Hoseokâs crying, body shaking from the weight of all his fear, and all you can do is hold him. âYouâre my best friend, Hoseok,â you whisper into his hair. âIâm not going to let anything happen to you.â
You feel him nod. Then, in the smallest voice, âYoongi too?â
Figures. Hoseokâs a horny little demon at the best of timesâthe thin walls of your apartment can attest to thatâso it makes sense that impending doom would exacerbate it. âSure, Hobi,â you assure him, scratching softly at his scalp.
You get him calmed down. Tucked into the backseat of Yoongiâs car so he can lay down. Heâs asleep not long after, fatigue finally catching up, and you just stay. Park your ass at the edge of the seat, leave the door open, waiting. Thereâs a gentle, warm breeze, and you wish you could bottle it. Wish you could do more in this moment than just experience it, because itâs the last chance youâll have at something resembling normalcy.
You might never be able to hug Hoseok in a parking lot again.
âWeâre back!â
You look up, not at all surprised to see Taehyung skipping towards you, arms full of stolen goods. âI see that. Whatâd you get?â
âOh, a lot of stuff,â he answers. Yoongi pops the trunk of his car and they set about shoving it all inside. âIt was packed in there! Felt like Black Friday, except everyone was fighting over bread instead of ultra hi-def TVs.â
Wary, you look over your motley crew. âAre you all okay?â
âYeah,â Yoongi answers, voice gruff. âIt was mostly civilized. Donât think people really realize whatâs going on yet. Is Hoseok sleeping?â
You nod. âHe, uhâhad a moment? He got really upset, so heâs sleeping it off⌠if thatâs okay?â
Yoongi just shrugs. âYeah, whatever. Whoâs riding with me?â
âMe,â Jimin says. âIâm not taking the bitch seat in the truck.â Taehyung immediately pouts, some unspoken bond clearly broken now, and Jimin scoffs. âDonât pout at me. You know my ass requires a full seat.â
âButââ
Namjoon pointedly slams Yoongiâs trunk closed. Hoseok doesnât stir an inch. âJinâs expecting us so we need to get moving. Taehyung, shut up and get in the truck.â Then, to you: âGuess youâre with me again.â
Fine by you, especially since Namjoon ripped the sleeves off his shirt.
Not even Namjoonâs arms can salvage this drive.
Taehyung fiddles with the radio the whole time. Flips between radio stations that are all depressing carbon copies of one another. Complains that Namjoonâs truck is too old to have a CD player and that he doesnât know how to work cassette tapes. Complains endlessly about Namjoonâs driving, too, although you canât really blame him for that one.
âHey,â he eventually says, elbowing you a little too hard in your side. âI donât wanna be rude or anything, butââ
Namjoon tries to snort and immediately regrets it. âI donât wanna be rude or anything, but Iâm about to say something extremely rude.â
âI was not!â Taehyung defends, but when you quirk an eyebrow at him to continue, he says, âAre you willing to sacrifice yourself for me and Jimin in the unlikely event that the three of us are cornered by a zombie and are facing imminent death and only two will survive? Because I think you should be.â
You blink. âUm.â
âIt just makes the most sense logically,â he continues, as if he hadnât just volunteered you to be a zombie chew toy. âJimin and I are soulmates. Platonic and romantic. And youâreââ He pauses. âUm. New. And Jimin might not look like it because heâs small, but heâs scrappy and can easily protect me, which means youâre redundant. Not to mention your hand is broken, so.â
You study him. âSo, what are you bringing to the table?â you ask. Taehyung looks at you like youâre stupid. âIâm just saying, if Jimin and I can both defend ourselves, why wouldnât we team up in the name of long-term survival and ditch the weakest link, which would be you?â
Namjoon laughs loudly beside you. His whole body shakes with it, a sound somewhere between a guffaw and a dog panting, and itâs a nice contrast to the death glare Taehyungâs sending you. âJimin wouldnât do that to me.â
âPeople are unpredictable when theyâre staring death in the face.â
Taehyungâs silent the rest of the way.
It hurts to admit it, but youâre rethinking your all-politicians-are-evil, eat-the-rich stance, because it starts likeâ
(Seokjinâs parentsâ place is truly in the middle of nowhere and safeguarded to the nth degree, harder to get close to than Area 51. The house itself is deceptively large and modern, clapped in black-stained red cedar. Single-level. Expansive windows youâd thought were an oversight until you got closer and realized they were made of armored glass.
âShit, is all of this really necessary?â you ask, stepping inside. Thereâs definitely insider trading going on here. âAre these people on the goddamn Supreme Court?â
âThatâs not funny,â Namjoon says.
âAre you sure? Because Iâm pretty sure thatââyou point to a nondescript door with an ominous symbol on itââis some kind of rich people bomb shelter and the only politicians I know that would require this level of security are the I just voted to strip half the country of the ability to make their own reproductive decisions kind.â
Namjoon chokes.
âGross,â a voice chimes from behind you. âPlease donât debase and sully my parentsâ good name by even joking that theyâre conservatives.â
Jesus, is everyone in this family stupidly attractive? The man before you is shorter than Namjoon but still tall, legs as long as his shoulders are wide. Hair styled neat but dyed blond. Kind eyes and plush lips, and thereâs the Kim family resemblance.
âHi, Iâm Seokjin,â he says, offering you his hand. Definitely raised in a family of politicians. âI hear youâre the one who broke my cousinâs nose.â
âI, uh, mightâve done that, yeah.â
Seokjin smiles. âCool. Welcome. Please make yourself at home and weâll chat strategy later.â)
Which becomesâ
(Later turns into days.
For the most part, life proceeds normally. Seokjin gets periodic updates from his parents who have left the country entirelyâ(âDamn, they just left you here?â someone asks, and thatâs how you meet Jungkook)âabout the government response, or lack thereof, along with whatever useless psychobabble the CDC is sending out. None of it bodes well for the future, so you spend most of your time trying to stay in the present. Right now, youâre okay. Right now, youâre with a group of people hellbent on staying alive. Right now, you have enough food and shelter in a house in the middle of nowhere with armored glass windows and a bomb shelter.
The eight of you eat meals together and play games and talk about your Before lives. You already knew Namjoon worked at a nonprofit and that Jimin and Yoongi owned a bar, but you learn Taehyung was in grad school for art therapy. Hoseok, of course, split his time between the dance studio and the streetwear boutique his sister owned. Seokjin was some bigwig corporate attorney.
Jungkook, of all things, played minor league baseball.
Needless to say there wonât be any scientific breakthroughs from any of you.
âI was supposed to go pro this year,â Jungkook huffs, forcefully grabbing the microphone for the karaoke machine. Heâs been singing âI Will Surviveâ by Gloria Gaynor for four days.
All things considered, you somehow managed to fall into the best possible outcome, even if one of Taehyung or Jimin still tries to convince you to sacrifice yourself at least six times a day.)
Which culminates in the one possible downsideâ
âYoongi wants Hoseok to move into my room,â Namjoon says, appearing in the doorway of your (now-solo, apparently) room. He takes up nearly the entire frame. It makes you feel a little lightheaded.
âOh,â you reply stupidly. âOkay. Are you here for his stuff?â
âNo, Iâm here to ask if I can move in with you. Iâm not really interested in spending the rest of the zombie apocalypse third-wheeling.â
Sarcasm seems like your best defense. âWow, after all weâve been through. Weâve got a real enemies to lovers vibe going on. Iâm pretty into it.â
Namjoon flushes down to his toes. âHaaa, what? Weâreâthatâs notâweâre not even lovers yet.â
You give him a second, but he doesnât seem to realize what heâs said, so you canât help but smirk, to press on the bruise just to watch him squeal. âYet?â
Now he turns full-on crimson. âThatâs not what I meant.â
Somehow heâs still cute, even with the yellow-green bruising beneath his eyes and his sheepish, hunched posture. Namjoon is the kind of guy that makes you feel bold, makes you want to mess him up, but heâs also the kind of cute that has you relenting, easing off.
âSure,â you finally say. âYou can move your stuff in here.â
He smiles, dimples flashing, and heâs only gone a few minutes so you have no time to catch your breath before heâs back, dumping his clothes on the bed to put them in the dresser. He doesnât mention sleeping arrangements because thereâs no point: all of the bedrooms have single, queen-sized beds. Naturally, you and Hoseok had bunked together with little fuss, having fallen asleep in each otherâs beds a million times after years spent living together. You assume itâd been the same for Namjoon and Yoongi and their decades of friendship.
Youâd joked about being enemies to lovers; clearly youâd chosen the wrong trope.
âHowâs your nose?â you ask, wordlessly moving to help sort and refold the t-shirts as best you can. They smell nice: something soft and clean and inherently Namjoon.
âStill sore,â he answers. Says a small thank you when you push a stack of black tees towards him. âJungkookâs been helping me with the packing.â
âHeâs had a lot of broken noses?â
âHeâs had a lot of broken everything.â
It hits you, then, how much of an outsider you are. That the six of them are all connected, have history. And Namjoon must notice, because he grows serious. Gets shy all over again when he says, âHey, weâre all glad you and Hoseok are here.â
You snort. âYeah, as a sacrifice.â
Namjoon laughs a little, too. âTaehyungâs only so insistent because heâs useless. He accidentally stepped on a stink bug once and cried. Heâs not really built for something like this.â
âAre any of us?â
âYou are, I think,â he says immediately, no hesitation. âYouâve been really calm, havenât panicked at all. Itâs helped me a lotâall of us, really.â
Oh, youâre embarrassed. âI have to be, living with someone like Hobi.â Why are you embarrassed? âOne time he saw the red light on the coffee machine and slept in my room for a week because he thought there was a demon in our apartment.â
Namjoon canât help himself. âWas there?â
You sigh, over-dramatic and theatrical. âNo, just me.â
He laughs, loud and unashamed, but it sounds a lot more like everythingâs going to be fine.
Hoseok had been a cuddler.
Youâd always wake up with him wound around you like a snake, limbs akimbo as he snored quietly. But, like all things Hoseok did and does, there was grace in it. He kept a normal body temperature. He didnât hog too much of the bed or the duvet. He didnât kick you or elbow you in the side of the head. Aside from the cuddling, which has never really been your thing, Hoseok was a perfect bed-sharing partner.
The same cannot be said for Namjoon.
His broken nose has him snoring at obscene levels. It doesnât lessen when you shove a pillow over your head, either, which is not the way you fantasized about going lightheaded in bed with him. Not to mention his stupidly large body is stupidly large and requires a lot of space. What had started as a clean split down the middle has you grasping to the edge, trying desperately not to fall off. Every time you try to inch closer to the center, Namjoon unconsciously protests and sends elbows flying, and arms that size can do a lot of damage. He sleeps so hot you always wake up in a thin sheen of sweat just from the proximity.
Youâre not sure you sleep at all for the first three days.
And then things start to shift. Like your roommate, Namjoon is a cuddler too, but in vastly different ways. Hoseokâs would be subconsciousâhe never dared to touch you when he was awake out of respect for boundaries and personal space, but Namjoon doesnât have those hangups. He climbs into bed one night and immediately fits himself to your back before asking if itâs okay, and yeah, of course it is. You couldnât have waterboarded Hoseok into touching you purposely the way Namjoon does casually, so unthinking, just does what he wants.
It makes you ache.
So you become sleepless for other, new reasons.
His snoring lessens, gives way to these breathy little sounds that border on soft moans. Still obscene. He stops forcing you to the edge of the mattress and instead presses you into it, the weight of his massive body leaving you with nowhere else to go. Every time he touches you, either knowingly or not, he leaves trails of heat in his wake.
Even in sleep, Namjoon is a tease.
Sometimes his hands will driftâtoo close, too far, both simultaneouslyâand you feel your breath hitch, wondering if heâs awake, if heâs doing it on purpose. Sometimes you wake up with him wrapped around you, hard cock pressing into your ass, the small of your back. Sometimes heâll rut once, twice, and come to and disappear to the opposite side of the bed in shame and embarrassment, leaving you frustrated and pretending to be asleep.
Because youâre not⌠sure.
You know youâre attracted to Namjoon. You know heâs some degree of attracted to you in return. But the outside world is so volatile, the situation youâre in so unstable, that youâre afraid to push. Afraid the delicate house of cards will come tumbling down, that you two will fuck to get it out of your systems and make things horribly awkward, ruin the good thing youâve got going.
But you can only take so much, is the thing. Thereâs a very large man with a very large cock at your back and youâve had enough of this game.
âNamjoon,â you say, rolling in his arms so youâre face to face. You poke him in the stomach when he doesnât stir. âNamjoon.â
He jolts awake, hands immediately moving to youâchecking that youâre still there, that youâre safe. âWhaâ?â he slurs, voice thick with sleep, deeper than youâve ever heard it. âWhaâ happened?â
Now you feel awkward. Heâs concerned with your safety in the midst of a fucking apocalypse and youâre just horny. Still, sometimes the only way out is through, so you blurt out, âDo you want to fuck me?â
That grabs his attention. Heâs fully awake now, propped up on one elbow, gazing down at you like youâve completely lost your mind. Fucking stupid but not dumb, like a mantra. âUh.â He pauses. Swallows. Pushes sweaty hair off his forehead. âDidâdid you, uh, get bit? Are you feeling okay?â
You glare, though itâs useless in the dark. âIâm fine. Howâs your dick?â You dare a glance downward. Still hard is the answer.
Namjoon embarrasses easily in a way that is both horribly endearing and horribly inconvenient, because instead of feeding you some greasy line like want to find out? heâs reaching down to adjust himself in his sleep shorts, stumbling over apologies as he goes. âShit, fuck, Iâm so sorry, this is so awkward, Iâm sorryââ
âCan you answer my question, please?â
Namjoon stills. Puts that giant brain to use. âUm. Which one? You asked me two.â
âWell, I can clearly see that your dick is still very hard, so letâs start with the first one.â
Thereâs a sound that you think is meant to sound like a laugh. A pained a-haaa that sounds more like Namjoon begging for divine intervention in the form of death. âThe, uh, doIwanttofuckyou question?â
âThat would be the one, yes.â
âIs⌠is there a wrong answer?â
âNo.â
He nods, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Itâs lewd, a cruel and unusual punishment for your fleeting moment of horny delirium. Gets even worse when he tugs the plush bottom one between his teeth, staring at you all the while. Sizing you up, it feels like. Deciding between what he wants to do and what heâs actually going to do.
Just like the last week of your life, everything goes from zero to one hundred in a split-second.
âDo you wanna talk about this first?â he asks. Youâre just staring at one another and he already sounds fucked out. Obscene.
âWhatâs there to talk about?â
He reaches for you. Two fingers beneath your chin and a thumb on the hinge of your jaw to keep you where he wants you. âWhat you want.â Leans in, his lips so close to your ear. âWhat you donât.â
Around you, the world narrows. Nothing exists outside of this bed. Not the weird house in the middle of the woods. Not the apocalypse. Not a goddamn thing except Namjoon and his big hands and the way heâs touching you. âTell me what you want,â he says, words skimming along the column of your throat, âand Iâll do it.â
You wonder if heâs talking about big-picture shit or just sex. If heâs someone who needs something concrete to hold onto before he fucks or if it even matters anymore. Would he still want to sleep with you if youâd met under different circumstances that night at the bar, or is it just something to pass the time while you wait out the end of the world?
Although, you feel like the world might end if you donât finally fuck this man, so maybe it doesnât matter.
âIâm clean and I have an IUD Iâll have to figure out how to remove in three years if I live that long. Iâm down for mostly anything as long as you ask first but I draw the line at most bodily fluids. Oh, alsoâdonât kiss me if your tongue goes anywhere near my ass. I think thatâs it, though. What about you?â
Momentarily stunned, Namjoonâs hands stop moving. âIâve never eaten ass before.â
âOh. I mean, we totally can if you want to, butâreally?â
âWhy do you sound so surprised?â
âBecause your lips are pornographic,â you admit, completely void of shame. âLike, you have the kind of mouth that looks like itâs done a lot of dirty things.â
Namjoon laughs. âYou also said I look like I like getting pushed around.â
You cock an eyebrow. âDo you?â
Heâs growing bold. His response is a low chuckle, more vibration than anything, and he reaches for you again. Seems like he canât keep his hands off of you, needs to be touching you always, even before when it was harmless, and this time he goes for your hips. Fits his large hands to your waist, the tops of your thighs, presses his thumbs into your hip bones. âMost people donât try.â
âYeah, that tracks,â you reply dazedly.
His lips move to your neck, trace the neckline of your sleep shirt, dip below to nip at your collarbone. âWhereâs your hand, baby?â he speaks into your skin. Finds what heâs looking for and pins your arm above your head, gently like youâll break. You think you might. âYou can push me around when youâre healed. Can I kiss you?â
You must nod, because Namjoon drags his lips from your throat to your jaw to the corner of your mouth, and then heâs pressing them to your own. This is gentle too, Namjoon careful with his own injury, and itâs not lost on you that this is your fault. Youâre not going to get the filthy, primal fucking you want because youâd thrown a punch in a bar, but this isnât a bad consolation prize, you think.
Because Namjoon is good at this. Heâs easy to rile up but rock-solid once he pushes past it. And, sure, he kisses you gently, but he means it. Whimpers into your mouth like youâre doing him a favor, and you think you might be able to do this, just this, forever.
Your free hand fists the thin cotton of his shirt as he licks into your mouth. It should be gross, because itâs the middle of the night and you no longer have the luxury of your favorite toothpaste, but you find it hard to care when he drops his weight, that massive body of his pressing into you, against you in all the right ways. This time itâs you who whines, and itâs a small sound but it seems to drive Namjoon a little crazy.
âWanna hear you,â he says, pulling back, and youâre about to ask him what that means, if he just wants you to start moaning like some bad porn, but then heâs grabbing your leg to wrap it around his waist and pressing his hips to you harder.
âOh fuck,â you sigh. Even through his sleep shorts you can tell heâs bigâbig and really fucking hard. Forget a zombie apocalypse, youâre not sure youâll survive this right here.
What Namjoon wants, Namjoon gets. Youâre unabashed as he grinds his cock against your core, careless about your volume. Youâve suffered through almost everyone in this house either fucking or jerking off, and you can take a little ribbing, so youâre going to enjoy this. Whatâs the point in modesty if youâre all going to die, anyway?
So you just keep babbling, words spilling out of your mouth before you can filter them, writhing and whining all the while. âI know, baby,â Namjoon says, hands all over, mouth not far behind. âKeep going,â he urges, hands to your hips to move you the way he wants.
âThigh,â you say, barely able to get the word out of your mouth with the way heâs moving against you. âWan-wanna ride your thigh.â
He keens. âShit, yeah, okay.â
Namjoon fucks like itâs the end of the world.
You get off on his thigh but he deems it not enough. Strips you bare and situates himself between your legs. Puts that sinful mouth to use and gets you off again. Asks you when the last time you had sex was and laughs at your answer, all condescending heat, and he uses the slick from you and his mouth to stretch you on three of his fingers.
Youâre going to ruin this manâs hair once you have two working hands. Maybe just ruin him in general.
The build-up is dizzying. One second heâs slow and sensual, content to take you apart, continuously bring you to the edge just to yank you backâand the next is all feral urgency. He canât make you come, canât kick his shorts off, canât peel his briefs down those thick thighs fast enough.
âWill you ride me?â he asks, so intent on taking your one rule to heart. As long as you ask first. But some things donât need to be questioned, like when Hobi asks if you want to take an edible and watch the Spice Girls movie and will you sit on Namjoonâs massive dick.
You huff, already halfway in his lap. âClown question, bro.â
As you sink down onto him, you understand why heâd laughed when you said itâd been awhile, why he got a little cocky. Three fingers hadnât been anywhere near enough, but the stretch, the overwhelming fullness, is delicious.
âI was goâah, fuckâgonna suggest you donât ca-call me bro, but I donât think I care when you feel this fucking good.â
âYeah?â you stupidly ask, and youâre usually better at dirty talk, but thereâs not much you can do when all of your brainpower is going towards riding the best cock youâve ever had in your life. âTell me.â
Namjoon moans, grips your hips to move you again. Back and forth at a steady, torturous pace. âBaby,â he whines. âFeels like one of those wa-water wiggler toysââ
Okay, so clearly neither of you are at your best right now.
And thatâs how it goes. You brace yourself on Namjoonâs chest, nails of your good hand digging into his pec, your broken one held in his. Time seems to drag on forever and stop all at once, and youâre oversensitive and admittedly a little in pain and a lot exhausted so youâre probably not going to come again, but you find yourself dangerously close watching Namjoon chase his own orgasm.
Head tilted back, neck on display, mouth dropped open. You want to shove your fingers inside, so you do.
He comes immediately.
Namjoon kisses you as the two of you come down, whispering more praise in between each one. Tells you how good you are, how beautiful, that heâs glad you broke his nose. Then he realizes the dumb thing that has come out of his mouth and pauses, looking confused and delicate. Heâs so cute you kiss him first this time.
And then you pull back and realize heâs got blood all over his face, gushing from the nose heâs so glad you broke, and heâs out of the bed and into the bathroom before you can blink.
âYou canât do that, weâre soulmates!â
Jimin scoffs, placing the Robber on Taehyungâs hex tile anyway, ruthless as he watches his boyfriend miserably discard half his hand. âYour fault for building a city there. Iâm coming for your ore tile next.â
You roll your lips to keep from laughing. You hadnât expected the houseâs sardonically-named Royal Couple to be on the brink of disaster twenty minutes into a game of Catan, but youâre safe for now in your small part of the world, surrounded by all of these people youâve come to love, Namjoon especially, so youâll take all the manufactured, external drama you can get.
âTold you heâd turn on you, Tae,â you chime. He gives you the finger. âYou canât trust Libra men.â
âWhat about virgins!â Jungkook calls from the kitchen, where Yoongi has convinced him to drink tequila and brandy to see if he can get him to punch Namjoon, too, and Seokjin laughs so hard he looks like heâs about to keel over and die.
Yeah, you think youâre going to be fine.
#bts imagines#bts fic#namjoon fic#namjoon smut#namjoon x reader#namjoon x you#namjoon imagine#btswritingcafe#thebtswritersclub#btshoneyhive#bts smut#bts scenarios
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⍸ fic recommendations: YOONGI
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⼠Moonlit Throne âĄ
smut, angst, fluff, joseon king!yoongi x reader
⼠Punch Drunk âĄ
boxer au, smut, angst
⼠Casus Fortuitus
fluff, smut, pwp
⼠The Pact: Yoongi's Date âĄ
OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS
⼠Please Be Naked âĄâĄ
(semi) fuck buddies au, rebound au, unrequited feelings, angst, smut, romance, happy ending
⼠Slow
Crumbly sugar, powdered fluff
⼠Oh, You Know Him?
Fluff! (not quite)Strangers to Lovers? Vaguely college AU
⼠Budapest
Fluff, smut, secret agent!au
⼠Hanahaki III
angst. that's it. this crushed my heart.
⼠UGH F*CK (YoonJin)
m ; smut ; boxer au ; boxer!yoongi , ring girl!reader
⼠Damn the Charcuterie Board (ft. Jimin)
light crack, smut, pwp, min yoongi x reader x park jimin
⼠Nothing Lasts Forever (feat. KTH)
Taehyung x Yoongi, ex-husbands taegi, zombie apocalypse!au, trapped in elevator, with a dead body, science thriller, survival horror, body horror, blood and injury, angst
⼠Amor Vincit Omnia âĄ
Arranged Marriage Gang! AU . BTS Suga /Min Yoongi and OC . The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards.
⼠Sweetener âĄ
Summary: You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldnât reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.
⼠apricity
fluff, adventure, angst, atla!au, avatar the last airbender meets anastasia fic no one asked for
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main masterlist
for now, this blog contains fics. will branch out to headcanons and drabbles when I get requests (yes, I am now mentally prepared to write for others)!
Oneshots
Diamond no Ace
Silence Speak Volumes (Kominato Ryousuke x Reader)Â
Kagerou Project
Birthday fics:
Invisible but Not Forgotten - for Kido! it also has a comic by @kuredo164â
Overshadowed (Momo)
Greater Than the Gift (Seto)
Harukaâs Christmas (Haruka)
By occasion:
Hugs (KanoKido Day)
Too Good To Be True (SetoMarry Day)
As She Should Be (Mothersâ Day)
In Their Memories (Fathersâ Day)
BTS
LabelÂ
- Jimin x reader, lots of fluffÂ
you never walk alone (zombie apocalypse AU)Â
- mainly platonic yoonjin, jihope, and taekook/namkook
- tentative oneshot! still looking for collaborators, because I am deathly afraid of zombies. will make a notice asap.Â
Multi-chaptered fics
Seventeen
For You, I Will (Seungkwan x reader) NEW!
BTS
Simple and clean, or so she wished (1 | 2)Â
- set pre-WIngs era. on hiatus.
Singles complexÂ
- on hiatus, but I highly encourage you all to please request scenarios!
Anime
Tokyo Revengers
I Knead You (Mikey | Sano Manjirou x OC)Â
Haikyuu!!
Does Everything Grow Fruitfully for Kita? (Kita Shinsuke x Reader)Â
Yu Yu Hakusho
The Untold Story (1Â | 2)
actually completed, just republishing edited chapters. but if you really want to read until the end, you can check it out here!
Ace of Diamond
Colors (Ongoing, currently on chapter 7/?)
putting a sub-masterlist because weâre past five chapters!Â
Akame ga Kill
An Unrequited Love for the Books (Ongoing, 1/?)
Series
because the latter two only have one fic each for now, Iâd put them here too. will update as I go.
Guess the Song
- placing a sub-masterlist here to save space!
- if you guess the songs, itâd be more fun
Fairytales, Twisted
- the classic twisting of classics
Stay Mythical
She Dreamt, She Wrote
- drabbles and ficlets that came from my literal dreams
Donât Fall for Fiction
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Yoonjin-Zombie apocalypse au:
They die first.
The end.
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make it snow
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2C4MYMW
by Aelii
Two zombies befriend each other, and try to remember Christmas.
or, finally, the yoonjin!zombie fic based on bts run ep 24.
 (rated teen and up for brief descriptions of icky zombies and dead things)
Words: 5900, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of the zombie apocalypse au
Fandoms: ë°Šíěë
ë¨ | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin
Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga
Additional Tags: Zombies, based on bts run ep 24, sort of graphic because description of decayed zombie bodies, zombie yoongi, zombie seokjin, Fluff, Post-Apocalypse, they walk a rail together, Happy Ending, Zombie Apocalypse, seokjin and yoongi are like dumb as hell, alternative universe, Alternate Universe - Zombies, Cute, Inspired by Warm Bodies, Memory Loss, Cute Min Yoongi | Suga, Cute Kim Seokjin | Jin, the briefest not-mention of taehyung, Dead People, Crying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, except seokjin is too dumb to understand it but, yeah - Freeform, zombie!yoongi, zombie!seokjin
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2C4MYMW
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although summer has barely just begun, for our monthly recs, the world is coming to an end. not to worry though, weâve got just the right fics for you to read to make the most of our last days.
this monthâs theme is apocalypse.
smut â   |   angst â   |   fluff ⥠  |   death/drugs/horror â
â KIM SEOKJIN
iâm listening by resonae | ⥠â | yoonjin
After the world is struck with a virus that robs people of their senses, Yoongi becomes Seokjinâs eyes and Seokjin becomes Yoongiâs voice.
â MIN YOONGI
last nite by @tayegi | âÂ
This is a zombie apocalypse AU based on The Walking Dead, The Stand, World War Z, and elements of Attack of Titan (because hasnât anyone noticed how much Yoongi resembles Captain Levi Ackerman? itâs uncanny).
iâm listening by resonae | ⥠â | yoonjin
After the world is struck with a virus that robs people of their senses, Yoongi becomes Seokjinâs eyes and Seokjin becomes Yoongiâs voice.
glitch (not the end of the world) by popliar | ⥠â | yoonseok
Yoongi's first clue that there's been another glitch in the multiverse is when he wakes up to the sound of Hoseok screaming.
(Hoseok is replaced by a version from an alternate timeline.)
â JUNG HOSEOK
x-44 land by @kiwiscript | â â â
The times and trials of people trying to make it in a world thatâs heading for ashes.
glitch (not the end of the world) by popliar | ⥠â | yoonseok
Yoongi's first clue that there's been another glitch in the multiverse is when he wakes up to the sound of Hoseok screaming.
(Hoseok is replaced by a version from an alternate timeline.)
â KIM NAMJOON
when insanity hits by taebak | ⥠â â â | minjoon
jimin didnât expect a lot of things, one of them being an apocalypse, and another being what would happen during it.
â PARK JIMIN
wonder by wordcouture | ⥠| jikook
"You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad." -- Antoine de Saint-ExupĂŠry, The Little Prince
worlds donât last (the stars and galaxies are fleeting, transient things) by baepsaeved | ⥠â â â | taekookmin
Amidst the world shattering to pieces, everything falls into place.
when insanity hits by taebak | ⥠â â â | minjoon
jimin didnât expect a lot of things, one of them being an apocalypse, and another being what would happen during it.
â KIM TAEHYUNG
hiraeth by @jungkxook | ⥠â â â | ft. jungkook
âI guess weâre not so different after all, huh? Brains, brawns â what does it matter when weâre all just scared of being left alone and stupidly hopeful?â
the last of us by @cosykims | â â â
A trip gone wrong, and 2 lone survivors; the two who got left behind.
worlds donât last (the stars and galaxies are fleeting, transient things) by baepsaeved | ⥠â â â | taekookmin
Amidst the world shattering to pieces, everything falls into place.
â JEON JUNGKOOK
hiraeth by @jungkxook | ⥠â â â | ft. taehyung
âI guess weâre not so different after all, huh? Brains, brawns â what does it matter when weâre all just scared of being left alone and stupidly hopeful?â
fallout by @pantaemonium | â â
After the bombs fell, there was nothing on the world besides grey; grey skies, grey pastures, and grey people. The world had been devastated, and the sole motor of your every action was pure instinct because, deep inside, you only wished you had died with the majority of human kind. There was no good people left in that world, not even you, and when his dark figure hovered over you and brought you forcefully with him you confirmed it.
They were no good either.
written on the sky by @inktae | â âĄ
âseeking a friend for the end of the worldâ au
wonder by wordcouture | ⥠| jikook
"You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad." -- Antoine de Saint-ExupĂŠry, The Little Prince
worlds donât last (the stars and galaxies are fleeting, transient things) by baepsaeved | ⥠â â â | taekookmin
Amidst the world shattering to pieces, everything falls into place.
â OT7
underworld by @onlylovekpop | â | ft. got7
The boys of GOT7 and BTS are rival gangs with a choke hold on the city of Seoul, but one girl forces them to unite in order to save her as life as they know it is torn at the seams.
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Vmin đťđĽ
Collar
rated: Explicit
alternate universe - modern setting
omegaverse
hybrid taehyung/human jimin
multi-chaptered (completed)
smut/fluff/angst
i hate you (to the moon and back)
rated: Explicit
alternate universe - high school football
enemies to lovers
rich jimin/poor taehyung
multi-chaptered (completed)
smut/fluff/angst
Sk8er boi
rated: Explicit
alternate universe - high school
ballerino jimin/skater boy taehyung
grumpy x sunshine
multi-chaptered (ongoing)
smut/fluff/angst
But...he's a cheerleader!
rated: Explicit
alternate universe - university
cheerleader Taehyung/football player Jimin
enemies to lovers
multi-chaptered (completed)
smut/fluff/angst
Honeymoon in Hawaii (Explicit)
rated: Explicit
canon compliant
2017 Hawaii Bon Voyage
best friends to lovers
one-shot
fluff/smut
Enigma
rated: Explicit
royalty / omegaverse au
arranged marriage
enemies to lovers
multi-chaptered (ongoing)
smut/fluff/angst
It's raining panties
rated: Explicit
omegaverse au
alpha Taehyung, omega Jimin
neighbors
mutual pining
fluff, heavy smut
One of your girls
rated: Explicit
college/university au
jock Taehyung, cheerleader Jimin
one night stand to fwb to lovers
smut, fluff, pinch of angst
Yoonjin đšđą
I'm with you
rated: Explicit
zombie apocalypse au
friends to lovers
enemies to lovers
one shot
smut and fluff and angst
If you can't stand him, bend him over
rated: Explicit
yoonjin
college/university au
academic rivals
one-shot
pure smut (with a pinch of fluff)
You're my baby
rated: Explicit
yoonjin
canon compliant
bon voyage season 2
whipped boyfriends yoonjin
one-shot
smut and fluff
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