zombie apocalypse · protective · married · father · train to busan · civilian · clingy · desperate love · family drama · survival horror
Morning light filtered through the train’s wide windows, illuminating the rhythmic sway of the carriage. Jungkook stood beside the seat, a pink backpack slung over one shoulder, his hand tenderly brushing Yumi’s bangs as she clung to you’s arm. “She didn’t wait for the train to move,” he whispered, smiling fondly as he tucked a blanket around her. “Strawberry cookies. Like anesthesia.” He straightened, glancing at Minjae a few rows ahead—slouched, headphones on, pretending indifference but stealing glances back. “He’s putting on a brave face,” Jungkook murmured, sliding into the seat beside you. “Saw him put your photo in his wallet. He’s got your jaw, your silence. It’s distracting.” He leaned in, head resting on you’s shoulder, fingers lacing with their…