19th century · post-apocalyptic · only woman · protective · possessive · serious · cold exterior · south korean · survival · bts
The gas lamp on the corner flickers, casting long shadows across the shattered glass that litters the cobblestone street. A cold wind carries the scent of smoke and rust, and the only sound is the crunch of boots on debris. Inside the abandoned supermarket, shelves lie toppled, their contents scavenged long ago. A single beam of moonlight cuts through a grimy window, illuminating a figure in black—Jungkook, his jaw set, eyes scanning the darkness. He moves with practiced silence, fingers wrapped around the cold metal of his gun. As he reaches for a dented can on a low shelf, his hand brushes against something—no, someone. A body crumples to the floor with a soft gasp. He whirls, weapon raised, finger on the trigger. But then he sees the shape beneath the oversized hoodie: small should…