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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Taehyung held a spindle between his palms with one of the ends tightly pressed against a piece of dry cottonwood. His hands travelled up and down the stick, roughly rolling it between his palms and creating friction against the slice of cottonwood. A trail of smoke began to emit from the place of friction and soon enough, a small flame lit up the dark room.
Taehyung immediately threw the spindle away and carefully grabbed the burning piece of wood to place it inside the fireplace. Jungkook offered him pages of a torn book and Taehyung gratefully accepted them before crumbling the pages into balls and tossing them into the growing fire.
"Where'd you learn that?" Jungkook inquired with a quirked brow, leaning on his hand as he sat a few steps behind Taehyung on the ground.
A faint smile appeared on the seam of Taehyung's lips at the sudden memory flashing through his mind, "While I was on the road with Michonne, we spent our nights in quite a few places. One time it was a library and it was my turn to keep watch during the night, so I raided the shelves and found a book about survival tips." Taehyung glanced back at Jungkook with a snicker dangling from the tip of his tongue, "There was another tip in there that stated that any injury can be healed by the peck of a lover."
Jungkook immediately rolled his eyes with a scoff, "What a load of bullshit."
Taehyung snorted and shuffled back until the two were sitting side by side and gazing into the dancing flames, "Pretty sure you pecked me when I was sick and here I am." Taehyung teased - not sure if the scene floating around his head was the creation of a delirious mind or the reality.
Jungkook's cheeks instantly reddened at Taehyung's words and he tore his eyes away from the fireplace to send Taehyung a small glare, "Shut up, there's no scientific way a kiss can heal an injury."
Taehyung tilted his head towards Jungkook and offered him a crooked smirk, "And yet you did it." He teased the younger viciously, enjoying the sight of his red cheeks and squinted eyes.
"If you get injured, I wouldn't kiss you again, I would ask Daryl-" Jungkook froze and cut himself off - the small ghost of a smile on his lips disappeared at the reminder of what had happened, instantly souring the lighthearted atmosphere between the boys.
Taehyung swallowed a ball of saliva and shrugged, "If Daryl had the choice of healing me with a peck himself, or letting a Walker chew my lips off, we both know which option he'd pick." His words earned him a hesitant smile from Jungkook.
"Daryl might act coldly towards you, but he cares." Jungkook mumbled with a faint smile, turning to watch the fire once again, "He'd heal you in a heartbeat no matter what it took, but he'd definitely threaten you afterwards to not tell anyone or he'd put you right back into the state he found you in."
Taehyung snorted and dragged his eyes along the side of Jungkook's face, "Tell that to him and you might get punched in the face."
Jungkook's only answer was standing up with a roll of his eyes and going over to the kitchen area. He pulled open one of the cupboards and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Tawhyung's brow rose at the sight of alcohol and a smirk stretched across his lip.
