Jungkook never thought that he'd find a home behind a four metre tall fence and concrete walls, but with the help of the Woodburians, the growing group turned the place into a sanctuary for all. That's until the group was tested by a deadly virus an...
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❗️ Honestly, 'Down to the second' by Zach Berkman is so accurate to the second half of this chapter and honestly throughout the book after this...
Curly strands of raven hair escaped the small bun sitting on top of Jungkook's head, they swayed against his sweaty forehead and licked at his knitted brows as he stumbled out of his cell with puffy eyes and a pout painted along the seam of his lips. Jungkook lifted his hands and curled his fingers around the hem of his shirt, tugging it down until it shielded his flat stomach from the morning sun's curious gaze.
The usual poems of the wind and bird serenades, that announced the arrival of the morning, were replaced by the sound of forks scraping against metal bowls and the quiet murmurs shared between the sleepy prisoners. Jungkook's lashes brushed against his cheeks as he blinked to sweep away the blurriness coating the view of the stairs. He tilted his head to the side to greet the blonde woman walking up the metal stairs and shared a small smile with her - noticing how her eyes seemed to be outlined with a red string as if she had been crying the entire night.
A soft sigh slid down the length of Jungkook's tongue at the reminder of the loss the prison had faced due to the virus. He hoped that the new surge of grief washing over the prison wouldn't be the core of an upcoming riot. And while Jungkook was aware that him and his group were much more skilled fighters and were more experienced in the art of war, he also knew that if the prisoners rallied together, they could easily take out the group of ten or so people.
The bunny boy stumbled down the last step and sauntered through the prison - puffy eyes gulping down the sight of the sun spilling over the windowsills and into the dusty room. Jungkook glanced inside one of the cells to his right and noticed the lump of a man still sleeping underneath a grey blanket. Similar lumps were seen in other cells - displaying the fact that it was still early in the morning and many were still being cradled in the soothing arms of sleep.
The sound of murmurs and hallow chuckles increased with each step he took in the direction of the main room until he rounded the corner and was greeted by the sight of few prisons scattered around the room. Jungkook's bambi eyes flickered down to the bowls in front of them and brow crawled up his forehead as he watched an elderly man, Trevor, scoop oatmeal out of his bowl and lift it up to his lips.
A quiet rumble nudged against the skin of Jungkook's stomach, causing his tongue to dip out of his mouth and glide along his bottom lip. He turned away from watching the groups of people eat their morning oatmeal with a glob of raspberry jam placed on top and shuffled closer to the counter serving the food.
One young man with glasses on his nose and head shaved clean to reveal the scar on the back of his head noticed Jungkook walking past his table and parted his lips to call out, "Good morning." He greeted lowly as if not wanting to disturb the other prisoners.
Jungkook's footsteps slowed and head twisted around in the direction of the voice, his hair smacked against his temples and eyes dropped down to connect with the man's. Jungkook recognised him as Theoden, who went by Theo - a man that had only joined the group two months ago after Daryl and Sasha had crossed paths with him during their hunt for radios. Jungkook didn't have the opportunity to speak with the man, yet what he had heard from others was that he was pleasant to be around and had the hands of gold. He was always tinkering with mechanics and helping people out, even dared to offer Daryl help with his motorcycle before the latter told him to keep his grimy hands off her.
