Zombie Tingz - BTS OT7

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Hoseok doubles over as he pukes out whatever he ate earlier. He huffs exhaustedly, holding on to the side of the car.

Namjoon shoots him a weary glance and Hoseok immediately sticks his middle finger up at him. "Fuck...you." He says between intakes of air. He knew the reason why Namjoon gave him that look.

"Are you infected? What did I say about going around and kissing everything that breathes-"

"He's not infected." Jiwoo says as she hands he brother a bottle of water and some mints. "He has motion sickness. It's worse on boats but being in a car for days straight can take a toll on him."

Namjoon attempts to say something else but Jimin, who walked up to the sick male, reached up and felt his forehead. He frowns, "he's doesn't have a fever. It's probably is just motion sickness."

"To be honest," Seokjin butts in. "I'm starting to get nauseous too. Riding in a cramped car for days on end isn't something my stomach can take easily. Plus, we're running out of gas."

They had stopped on the side of the road for a break because sitting down for hours really feels uncomfortable. As soon as Hoseok stepped out, he puked. Everyone else was busy stretching or getting something to snack on.

Namjoon sighs and turns away from the three, focusing on Jeongguk who was wiping down his Katana quietly. After his random outburst last night, he's been quiet and only talked to Seokjin. There was so much random drama within their group and it was honestly making Namjoon stressed.

He decides to head over to the youngest in their group and sits on the ground beside him. Jeongguk glances up at him before continuing to wipe at his blade. It was already clean, though, but he continued the motion.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" Namjoon asks him, trying to sound as welcoming as possible. Comforting people was not his thing.

"No. I'm terrified." He mumbles quietly, reaching over to grab his sheath and placing the sword into it. He stands up, tossing the rope connected to the sword on to his back.

Namjoon stands up as well, frowning. He knew there were tons of reasons to be scared in an apocalypse, but he wanted to make sure the youngest felt safe. As much as he didn't want to seem like he cared, he did. He actually cared about everyone in their little ragtag team, though he wouldn't admit it.

"Are you terrified because you feel like you're not safe?"

"No matter where we go, hyung...w-we aren't safe. It's just our reality. I don't know why I'm suddenly realizing this but we'll all die pretty soon. What's the point of even trying to survive?" Jeongguk says a little too loud because the others overheard. His eyes were swollen and puffy from crying so much and his hair was sticking out in multiple directions. He truly looked like he had given up.

Namjoon sighs, "Gguk, as much as part of that may be true, you can't go around thinking like that."

"Why not? It's all true. W-we're gonna die and become zombie happy meals. We won't even get a toy." His voice cracked and he sniffled a bit. Jin huffs, getting ready for another meltdown.

"Hey, sweetie, why don't we go on a walk together and find a gas station?" He quickly offers and Jeongguk pouts but wipes at his tiny tears. Jin doesn't wait for him to agree as he grabs his hand.

"I'll join you guys." Jiwoo offers and Seokjin shrugs. They start walking towards a plaza of stores that all looked looted and ransacked.

"I think we need more supplies, too." Namjoon thinks out loud, tapping against the car. He shoots another look over at Hoseok who strips from his shirt that now smelled of puke. He stares a little bit longer than he thought because the male catches him and turns sheepish, glancing away. Namjoon practically had the image of Hoseok shirtless toned body and his prominent v-line peeking out from his sweatpants. Damn, did he even wear boxers?