Skz Fluff Oneshots

Stay with me | Minsung

- No one's POV -

It has been exactly 82 since the outbreak of the virus. Nobody can explain where it came from, or how to stop it from spreading. But it's too late for that, there are already thousands of deaths and millions of infected people that walk around freely. Those who are not infected are going crazy, robbing shops for food and medicine, and hurting others to survive. In the end, they have no choice, it's either die or kill. Hundreds of families have locked themselves up in their homes, hoping they'd get left alone from the dead walking right in front of their wooden doors. Seoul is not the city that it used to be.

The sound of water splashing onto the dirty concrete floor was all you'd hear on this awfully silent night. Even the footsteps of the two young boys were light and quiet, barely making any noise. They were walking through the streets of Seoul, hoping to find food, or anything useful, really. "Hyung, I feel like we should've stayed with the others..." The younger of the two admitted. The older just scoffed, turning around to face the other "Nonsense, Jisung!" He said, raising his voice a little "They betrayed us" The elder said with ever so slight anger in his voice, turning back around to continue his way.

The two ran away from their shelter a few hours prior, as the people they stayed with, tried to hurt, or kill Jisung, but instead injured the older since he wanted to protect his little friend just like he promised he'd do. It was his main priority, to keep his dongsaeng safe and healthy. He didn't care who he would have to hurt to keep his promise. And just like that, the duo continued their way through the dangerous streets of a city that used to be safe and lovely. Jisung kept turning around, feeling incredibly scared. The young boy didn't want to walk around this carelessly like his Hyung. The older was walking around like everything wasn't everything destroyed around him or the blood stains that were splattered on his dirty white shirt as if it was his dinner from last night.

Shivers ran down Jisung's body as raindrops fell on his grey sweatshirt, his grip tightening around the dirty stripes of his backpack, wanting nothing more than to run home and disappear under his white and fluffy duvet where nothing could hurt him. Jisung's always been a mommy's boy, and since the boy got brutally separated from his mother, his fragile heart felt empty. He was happy to have his best friend, Minho, by his side. He made the boy feel protected. The older was relieved he found the boy so fast. But he was a bit irritated by the youngers behaviour. He felt bad for the people who tried to hurt him, maybe even kill him if it wasn't for Minho.

And even after a long and, according to Jisung, way too overprotective talk, the younger still couldn't help but feel bad for those who tried to harm him. Jisung wiped away a single tear that made its way down his chubby cheeks, letting out a shaky sigh as he brought up his bloody hand to wipe away another tear. He quickly walked up to his Hyung, grabbing his arm and clinging onto him, wanting nothing more than comfort and safety.

The sun started rising and they found a seemingly empty house. It was mostly destroyed and full of garbage and broken furniture, but enough to spend the day and get some much-needed rest. "Hyung~ I'm tired..." The younger of the two whined while crossing his arms like an angry child. Minho turned around to look at him, letting out a rather annoyed sigh "I know, Sungie. I want some sleep too, but don't you think we should check if we're really alone?" The older said, trying his hardest to not tell him to stop acting like a damn toddler. Jisung pouted, but nodded nonetheless, too scared to get hurt by any of the infected that might be in this house.Minho ruffled through Jisung's dirty hair before pulling out a bloody baseball bat from his backpack, slightly scaring the little boy. The elder walked through every room, checking every closet and corner with Jisung close behind him. Fortunately, no one was there. Well, that's what they thought. In the last room was the bloody corpse of an old man, clinging onto a small deceased child, the younger gasping at the horrific sight "Hyung! Do you think he's one of them...?" Jisung asked in horror, clinging onto his trustworthy Hyung. "No... I think he's dead" The older said, wrapping his free arm around the younger in a protective manner "Just don't enter this room, okay?" The younger nodded at his Hyung's request.

The older took Jisung to the living room, telling him to sit down on the brown leather couch and stay there. Sure it was not the most comfortable thing, but who were they to complain?As soon as Jisung sat down, the boy pulled his legs against his chest, resting his head on his knees, looking like a wet shaking lump on that brown dusty couch, probably catching a cold from how soaked he was from the rain earlier that night, whimpering as a cold Breeze hit the youngers weak body. After the older made sure to lock all the openings, he slumped down next to the boy, wrapping his arm around the cold and shaking body next to him.The younger immediately snuggled up against his Hyung's warm chest, letting out a sigh in satisfaction. After a few minutes of listening to the olders calm breathing, Jisung slowly drifted into dreamland, tightening his grip around Minho.

It was pitch black when the younger jolted up from his seemingly peaceful sleep, crying out when he couldn't feel the olders presence beside him. Jisung woke up from a horrible nightmare about Minho, one of his worst fears had come true and he couldn't seem to calm down, he needed the older right now, but he was nowhere to be seen "Hyung!" The younger cried out, in a desperate attempt to find his Hyung.

Suddenly the door opened, startling Jisung. It was Minho. He was breathing heavily, groaning while pressing his hand against his left shoulder. "Hyung...?" The younger whimpered, not quite sure what was happening at that moment. With shaky hands, Minho lit a lantern that stood on the coffee table in front of the brown couch Jisung was sitting on. Carefully sitting down next to the younger, he gasped, Jisung stared at the bloody wound in horror, tears immediately filling his eyes "H-Hyung, your shoulder..." Jisung sobbed. The wound was deep and big. Jisung could easily see his beloved Hyung's bone through the blood. Crimson liquid spilling from the wound like crazy, impossible to stop at this point.Unstoppable tears ran down the youngers chubby cheeks as his fingertips ran along the wound, covered in his best friend's blood. The gory sight made Jisung tremble. The flesh around the wound was swollen and deadly, there was no way the older was going to survive that. Minho had already accepted his tragic fate. Sure he was in an incredible amount of pain, but he can't help but feel guilty. He was going to leave the younger one alone forever. Not being able to protect the boy, taking him in his arms telling him that everything was okay because 𝘩𝘦 was there. He was the reason the boy felt so safe and even loved, he promised him he'd never leave him.He broke his promise.

"Sungie..." The older started, pressing his hand onto the bloody mess that was his shoulder, wincing at the sudden pain that shot through his body. "Hyung-" Jisung cut himself off with a hiccup. Minho cupped the youngers face with his free, bloody hand, rubbing his thumb comfortably against his cheek, looking at him through teary eyes. He pulled Jisung closer to him, leaning his forehead against the youngers one "M-Minho, what hap-happened?" Jisung cried out, wanting nothing more than his Hyung to feel better "I-I got bit..." Minho whispered, followed by a choked sob. Jisung shook his head in denial, his Hyung can't die, he promised him to not leave him, right?

"B-But, you promised-" The older shushed his dongsaeng and gently leaned in to kiss him. He laid his lips onto Jisung's soft and plump ones, letting his lips linger there for a while. Once the two parted, the older placed a few short yet loving kisses around the youngers soft face, smiling softly at him. "I'm sorry, Ji" Minho weakly said while putting a strand of hair behind the youngers ear. He gently wiped away some tears that ran down Jisungs face, it was to no use, though, as more tears immediately made their way down his face, sobbing "Please, N-No!" Jisung desperately cried out, begging his Hyung to not leave him alone in this cruel world they lived in, it broke Minho's small and rather fragile heart.

He shushed the boy as much as he could before laying his head on his right shoulder, running his fingers through the youngers brown locks as he hummed a soft song he used to listen to every day. The time had to come when Minho slowly felt himself getting weaker and weaker as time went by "Sung...?" Jisung lifted his head, looking at the boy through teary eyes. "I love you, alright? Hyung loves you..." He hummed as he placed a gentle kiss on the youngers forehead "Always remember that, okay? Stay safe for me, please" He whispered, feeling weaker than ever. "I love you, H-Hyung" Jisung whispered as tears ran down his face.

As Minho slowly closed his eyes, feeling too exhausted to keep them open, the younger started to panic, what was he going to do without the older guiding him through this dangerous world? "H-Hyung..." Jisung cried "Don't go!" The younger yelled."Please wake up, Hyung...!" Jisung croaked out as he shook the older, desperate attempt to wake Minho up.

"Stay with me, please..." Jisung yelled, his voice cracking painfully.

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I gotta say, I REALLY like what I wrote hehe