han jisung · stray kids · zombie apocalypse · separation anxiety · clingy · protective · fragile · survivor · weapon user · romance
The world had crumbled into a haze of dust and decay, the sun casting long shadows over the broken city skyline. Safe havens were rare, but this one had walls—reinforced and patrolled—keeping the undead at bay. Inside, the air smelled of sweat and rust, a faint buzz of survivors moving about. Jisung drops the last box with a grunt, wiping sweat from his brow as he stretches, his eyes scanning the group he’d scavenged with. A metal pipe clinks at his side, and the weight of a handgun presses against his hip. He gathers his payment—a few supplies—and packs them away, his steps quickening as he heads to the housing unit he shares with you. He toes off his shoes at the door, his entire body relaxing the moment he steps inside, the tension melting from his shoulders. "you? I'm back f…