Save Me || Book 1 ✅

How long do we have left?

This has been a long-arse day, Min Yoongi thought to himself, glumly kicking the ground below his feet. He was just walking back to one of the storage trucks, where the group called a base, from tending to the vegetable garden they were growing outside in a large field.

The group of seven men had managed to survive the first two months of the apocalypse, still not sure of what had happened to the world they once knew. They had to evacuate from their dorm house almost immediately after the outbreak of a lethal virus, which turned people into cannibalistic monsters, and they were forced to find sanctuary elsewhere. 

After a few days of driving around, they had inevitably run out of petrol. Luckily, the group leader, Kim Namjoon, knew of a small industrial estate nearby where markets kept their storage units. They found refuge there as well as life-saving supplies, using the main building as a resource room and the storage units as small homes. There was a large wire fence around the estate that was enough to keep the dead ones out and keep them safe, but after time the dead had started to walk up to it and linger there, so it was getting weaker and weaker.

Yoongi slid the door of his storage unit open, which he shared with his boyfriend, and snuck inside. It was dark inside, due to the lack of windows, so he left the door open. He kicked off his muddy boots before sitting on a dusty pillow placed on the unit's cold, metal floor. Yoongi looked over to the makeshift bed that was made up in the corner with a low exhale. He smiled as he noticed a sleeping Park Jimin fidgeting around. A few sleepy mumbles fell from the younger boy's lips, as he got comfortable, causing Yoongi's heart to warm.

"It's cold baby," Jimin mumbled, pulling his raggedy blanket further up to his chin with his small hands.

"I'm sorry, babe," Yoongi said, starting to notice the cold breeze working its way through the door. He leaned over, onto his knees, and pulled the door mostly shut. He left it open just an inch to make sure there was enough light to see what he was doing.

After taking off his huge winter coat, Yoongi crawled over to his tired boyfriend and laid down next to him, choking slightly on the dust that came from his pillow as he laid his head down. Yoongi found it confusingly funny how Jimin could sleep through the day.

Jimin was a peaceful sleeper, never mind what was going on around him. He knew that Yoongi would be by his side sooner or later, therefore he always felt safe enough to relax.

Yoongi, on the other hand, never could seem to relax enough to have a peaceful sleep. He was always too paranoid, too stuck inside his mind, to be able to relax. He didn't trust the world outside the fence, unlike his younger group members, and was always apprehensive about every move he made. 

The growing number of dead that were pushing against the said fence made Yoongi worry even more. He would never let Jimin see that side of him though. The anxiety-ridden side of him that had kept him looking over his shoulder every second. He would never let his own emotions make Jimin feel unsafe. It was his job to protect him.

Jimin made some cute noises as he snuggled up to Yoongi for warmth. Yoongi welcomed this and placed his arm over the small boy, holding him close to his chest.

"Busy day?" Jimin asked, his half-asleep vocal cords making his voice sound husky. Yoongi stroked the boy's shaggy hair away from his face and smiled at him in admiration.

"Yeah, it was," Yoongi told him, still running his fingers, comfortingly, through his hair. "But we have a lot of fresh vegetables, now."

"Yay..." Jimin sighed, keeping his eyes closed comfortably, his voice soft but enthusiastic. Yoongi chuckled at him, pressing his lips to his forehead, briefly. "That's good..."