Zombie Tingz - BTS OT7

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Seokjin stares down at the slowly waking boy in his lap. He takes his thumb, with the nail chipped and blood crusted underneath it, and brushes the boy's long hair from his face.

Jeongguk shifts his head on Seokjin's thigh, finally fluttering his eyes open. He glances around the unfamiliar room. Mustard colored walls and polished wooden flooring. Simple picture frames of a family of four hang randomly against the walls. There is a warmth surrounding him, one he hasn't felt in a while. Right now, he just breaths. Takes in the ugly walls and the warmth of another and the smell of spices and food brewing.

When he closes his eyes again, drifting back to sleep, Seokjin lightly taps his forehead. "It's time to wake up, hun." He says quietly.

Jeongguk blinks, opens his eyes and shifts his head to frown up at the older male. He goes to say something but realizes his throat is dry and hoarse. There is a sharp throbbing pain in his abdomen, where his healing wound was.

"Jiwoo and Yoongi made food." Seokjin continues, still brushing the boy's hair. "You hungry, right?"

Jeongguk nods, feeling confused. His stomach aches for something to fill it but his brain is still wandering. Where exactly are they now? All he remembers is being bombarded by the infected and almost meeting death. Yet now, the air is nipped cold and there's an old and heavy quilted blanket laying on top of him. And he's in a bed. He hadn't slept in a bed in a long time.

Seokjin sits up from where he was leaning against the bed frame and Jeongguk follows suit, slowly sitting up. There's a small window in the room with a black curtain blocking the orange hues of the afternoon sun. Jeongguk adjusts himself so that he faces Seokjin. He takes in his appearance.

Seokjin has darkened bags underneath his eyes. His hair is ruffled and messy and his face is smeared with dirt and dried blood. The skin on his lips is chapped and broken. He looks tired. Sick and tired.

"Hyung..." Jeongguk whispers, voice cracking due to not using it in a while. He raises his hand and cups Seokjin's dirty cheek.

"Are y-you okay?"

And Seokjin forces a small smile. He takes the boy's hand from his face and holds it with both of his. Jeongguk's hand is rough and callussed. His once smooth skin now cracked and dry.

"I'm okay now that you're awake." Seokjin answers softy, staring into the clueless boy's eyes. Jeongguk blinks, frowns, and his lips pout a bit.

There used to be an innocent glow about him. His eyes used to light up and his cheeks would hold a rosey blush. Now, Seokjin notices his cheeks aren't full but hallow. His eyes are dull. Where did his little bright bunny go?

He stands from the bed. "Let's go eat."

Jeongguk follows his lead and takes his hand again. Then Seokjin leads him down a small hallway and into the living space of the small house. The mustard walls contrast against the dark brown couch and the light brown carpet underneath his feet. Jimin is sprawled out on it, alseep with his arms tucked into his shirt for warmth. Yeontan lays on the floor, resting beside a bunch of medical supplies.

Jeongguk's stomach rumbles as he's led into a small kitchen. On the small white stovetop sits a deep, large pot containing potato soup. Jiwoo was leaning against the countertop, sipping from a bowl while Yoongi was busy dishing out portions. They notice the boy.

"We made soup," Yoongi says, scooping big portions into a ceramic bowl. His blonde hair was grown out, dark brown roots becoming very prominent.

"It's chowder," Jiwoo corrects, rolling her eyes.