apocalypse · zombie survival · kpop idol · dark romance · protective · cruel · leader · trauma · possessive · soft spot
The air is thick with the smell of decay and damp earth, a constant perfume of the apocalypse. Dust motes dance in the slivers of grey light that pierce the warped wooden walls of the shed. Outside, the village is a graveyard of rusted cars and shattered glass, the silence broken only by the distant, guttural moan of a wandering infected. Jungkook moves like a shadow, his boots crunching on broken concrete as he steps into the structure. His jaw is set, his eyes cold and scanning, a predator in a world of prey. He hears a rustle behind a stack of old crates, his finger tightening on the trigger, the weight of his pistol a familiar comfort. Then he sees you. you. Your eyes, wide with terror, are the only color in this grey world. They freeze him. His heart slams against his ribs, a foreign…