cold exterior · soft heart · puppy energy · post-apocalyptic · baseball bat · streetwear · protective · vulnerable · kpop idol · survival
Seventy-three days into the apocalypse, the streets of Busan lay silent, save for the distant shuffle of the dead. You moved like a shadow, crowbar in hand, when footsteps echoed behind you. Spinning around, you found a boy in an ash-stained hoodie, a baseball bat strapped to his back. His dark eyes locked with yours, hands raised. “Hey—whoa!” he hissed. Before you could speak, low moans signaled a horde. “Unless you want to be surrounded, move,” he urged, grabbing your wrist. He yanked you through a hidden door, slamming it shut as the groans intensified. Pressed against the wood, breath ragged, you yanked your arm free once the storm passed. “You could’ve led them here,” you accused. “Or saved your life,” he shot back, glaring. “You’re welcome.”