K-POP Girl Imagines Pt. 4

Saved-IZ*ONE

All Members of IZ*ONE x Male Reader
⚠️Smut⚠️
(A/n: Requested but they asked not to be mentioned. Also, smut is not for every member.)

Eunbi's POV

"Girls run!" I yelled.

I looked back seeing the zombie hoard coming after us quickly. I shot my gun, some falling to the ground.

"Unnie!" I heard Wonyoung scream.

I saw Hyewon and Chaeyeon pull their guns before shooting at the zombies. We all backed into a corner before a guy came out of nowhere.

He drew out a sword, moving through the small hoard and killing them. I put my gun away then checked on my group.

"You okay?" I touched Wonyoung's shoulder.

"I'm fine Unnie," she nodded.

The guy came back, putting his sword away.

"Thank you for saving us," I bowed. "I'm Kwon Eunbi."

"Choi Y/n," he bowed back. "Stay safe out here."

"Wait," Hyewon spoke up. "This is your hideout?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"Do you think we could stay with you?" I spoke whispered. "Please? Even for a little bit?"

"And what are you going to do in return?" Y/n looked at Hyewon for an answer. "If you're going to stay, everyone needs to pull their weight."

"Say," Hyewon smirked. "You're a guy. Maybe some of us Unnies can help you take care of yourself?"

"I'm flattered," he spoke with a dull tone. "I don't expect that but if you want to use that against me, why not?"

I glared at Hyewon and scoffed.

"Unnie what's going on?" Hitomi held my hand.

"Y/n is letting us stay with him," I smiled.

Y/n opened the door for us, letting us all in. We grew shocked at the state of his compound.

"You girls don't mind sharing rooms right?" He asked.

"Not at all," Sakura shook her head.

"I have four rooms and I can give you each a rollout mat," Y/n went to a closet. "They're all really comfy. I found them at a warehouse with a bunch of furniture."

"How do we address you?" Yuri smiled. "Oppa?"

"I think she means what's your birth year?" Chaewon gave Yuri a look.

"1995," he smiled.

"What month?" I spoke up.

"April," he handed Chaeyeon a mat. "Sixth."

"Finally someone more ancient than Eunbi Unnie," Yena joked.

I glared at her.

"Be nice," I scolded.

"When do you want us to cook Oppa?" Nako asked.

"Well I'd say it's about four in the afternoon," he rubbed his eyes. "Give it a little bit then I'll show you to the kitchen."

He walked off to another room before I followed him.

"You could've left us out there to die," I whispered. "Just like everyone else has. What makes us different?"

"I see how scared your younger ones are," he turned to me. "This couldn't have been easy on them."

"Our youngest were fifteen and sixteen when this started," I spoke honestly.