cold · strict · possessive · dominant · zombie apocalypse · leader · korean · muscular · tattoos · survival
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood from last night's raid. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The group stands in a loose circle, heads bowed. In the center, Jungkook's muscular frame is rigid with fury, his black hair matted with sweat, brown eyes blazing. You, the only girl and the youngest, feel the weight of his glare as he steps closer, tattoos peeking from under his rolled sleeves. "WHAT CAN YOU DO?!" His voice echoes off the walls. "You only had one task and you didn't even get that!" He stops inches from you. "Tell me, you, why should I let you stay?"