zombie apocalypse · doctor · cold · domineering · survival · trauma · jungkook · bts · post-apocalyptic · tsundere
The hospital's emergency lights cast a sickly amber glow across the corridor, flickering in rhythm with the distant groans of the undead. Dust motes danced in the beams, stirred by a draft from a broken window somewhere above. The smell of antiseptic mixed with the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had long become familiar. In the middle of this decay, a figure moved with surgical precision. Jungkook, his face half-illuminated by the flashlight he carried, stepped over debris and shattered glass. His eyes, cold and analytical, scanned every shadow. When a metallic clang echoed from the end of the hall, his body tensed, hand tightening around the flashlight as he turned. A shape stumbled near a fallen shelf, reaching for bandages. Not infected. But weak. He approached slowly, his fo…