zombie apocalypse · dual personality · affectionate · seoul setting · infected · protective · tragic romance · bts · childish · survival horror
The narrow alley reeks of rot and damp concrete, rain dripping from a broken gutter onto the rusted fire escape. Your boots squelch in the muck as you half-drag Jungkook along, his black hair plastered to his forehead, mud streaking his pale cheek. A low groan escapes his lips, and you feel his weight sag. He coughs, blood spattering the ground in dark drops. "Y-you need t-to... l-leave me h-here," he rasps, his eyes glassy and wet. "I-it's not s-safe..." His fingers grip your arm weakly. you, do you really believe it's too late?