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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A kick in the ribs startled Jungkook awake. He shot up, scrambling to grab his weapon belt as his eyes swung around to find what had awoken him. His sluggish mind tried to put itself together while his body had already reacted by latching onto the hilt of his dagger.
His eyes skimmed over the dusty windows of the van and ears desperately tried to pick up on potential growls, yet the only thing he saw was a veil of darkness beyond the windows and silence that came hand-in-hand with the moon. Jungkook exhaled his panic, allowing his shoulders to slouch and grip on the knife to loosen. Only then did he turn his attention to Taehyung.
The latter was sound asleep next to him - lying on his belly with his head turned towards Jungkook. Jungkook would've been annoyed at both of them for falling asleep so carelessly if it wasn't for the layer of sweat coating Taehyung's skin and the crease forming between his brows, "Tae." Jungkook's raspy whisper felt so loud in the silent night, yet he still repeated the call of Taehyung's name.
Taehyung's eyes squeezed shut and lips parted around mumbled whispers. His fingers clenched around the dirty blanket he was lying on before his entire body jerked from whatever he was dreaming about. Jungkook fully released his hold on the knife and crawled over to Taehyung, he was cautious as he reached out to brush his fingers along Taehyung's cheek and swipe his hair out of his face.
"Tae, wake up." Jungkook breathed, wincing when Taehyung's face scrunched and breathing picked up, "Taehyung." His voice rose and became harsher, just like the grip he had on Taehyung. He grabbed his shoulder and was about to shake him, only to stop himself and rethink his approach.
It wouldn't be wise to wake him up so harshly when he was having a nightmare, especially when they were out here. He didn't know what Taehyung's first instincts would be but he didn't want to find out. So, instead, Jungkook laid down on his side and reached out to pull Taehyung's body into his own. He was careful and slow, taking his time to rearrange them until Taehyung's head was under his chin and nose was pressed into his collarbones. He wrapped his arms around him and pressed his palms against his back and the back of his head.
Jungkook's fingernails scratched along his scalp and fingers slid between Taehyung's sweaty hair, massaging out some stray knots. He didn't know what was the best approach to this situation, he could only hope that this was the right way to go about this and his actions wouldn't cause Taehyung more distress. He also hoped that he wasn't dreaming about walkers because the hand in Taehyung's hair could make him feel like one had grabbed him.
"Tae, it's okay, it's me Jungkook." Jungkook tilted his head down and whispered into his hair - the strands tickling the tip of his nose, "Whatever you're seeing isn't real and they'll never be real, if they were real, they're in the past now and I'll make sure they never happen again."
A hitch in Taehyung's breath made Jungkook tense up, he knew that the man had woken up and he cautiously waited for his next action, only for Taehyung to slowly relax between his arms and even slide his arm around Jungkook's waist to pull him closer. Jungkook allowed himself to breathe and continued combing his fingers through Taehyung's hair.
