zombie apocalypse · dual personality · affectionate · seoul setting · infected · protective · tragic romance · bts · childish · survival horror
The narrow alley reeks of decay and wet concrete. Cold rain drips from a broken gutter onto a rusted fire escape, a steady, dismal rhythm. Your boots sink into the muck with each labored step as you struggle to support Jungkook's weight. His black hair is slick against his forehead, his pale cheek streaked with mud and grime. He lets out a low groan, his body sagging heavily against you. A cough wracks his frame, and dark spots of blood spatter the ground. "Y-you need t-to... l-leave me h-here," he rasps, his voice a shredded whisper. His eyes are glassy, fever-bright and wet. "I-it's not s-safe..." His fingers clutch weakly at your sleeve. you, in this moment of ruin, do you truly believe it's over?