Don't Forget The Dead (A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction)

16-Like Old Friends

Dim lights. Blankets and tired bodies. Slight snoring. Y/N leaves a kiss on Ayden's forehead as Anjelo covers her up with her blanket, to which she curls in on herself, aimlessly tugging the blanket closer to her. "Lo, come here a sec. I wanna talk to you." The man walks over to Y/N, who grabs him by the hand lightly. "What's up?" Anjelo questions as he rolls his tongue over his teeth. "Why'd you get sick when we were in the snow?" Anjelo feels like the room is closing in on him or that the collar of his shirt is too tight. "I got dehydrated. That, and mixing it with how much we've been moving lately, kinda added up together." Y/N's lips draw into a thin line while her face holds a look of disbelief. "Anj.." she mutters softly, "You only got sick after the undead said something that involved you. Talk to me." His hand goes to rake through his brunette hair as he releases a breath. "I don't understand the dead. I really don't. Like, they shouldn't be able to speak, but they do and it doesn't make any sense."

"That makes two of us." Y/N nods her head, a sign for him to keep talking. "Anyway, when that zombie said what it did.. The tone of voice, the infliction on the word 'baby', the way it-" Tears form in the corners of his eyes as he speaks. "The way it knew that that's what he used to always say to me.. How the fuck do they know this shit!?" Ayden stirs slightly in her sleep behind them but relaxes once Y/N begins to pat her on the back lightly. "How does it know!" Anjelo whisper-yells. His hazel eyes turn pink as he refuses to let the unshed tears fall, fear and defeat lacing his features. "I don't know, Anjelo. I don't get how it can know something that private or relatively anything that you and Joel talked about. If they know that much, what else can they mimic?" A look of horror flashes across their faces. "What if they heard someone having sex?!" Y/N says, trying to lighten the mood. It works when Anjelo lets out a scoff. "I don't know and I don't think I ever wanna find out."

She lets a disgusted shiver run through her body, the thought more nauseating than it would be if they weren't dead. "Do you think they've lured someone out by doing that?" "Anjelo!" "What?! It's just a question!" Y/N gags, "I'm gonna puke. Shut up, please." Anjelo fakes a moan, only for the dual-haired woman to hit him on the back of the head. "Alright, alright! I give!" Brown eyes roll as a playful smirk laces their lips. "On a serious note, I don't even know what to expect when it comes to the undead or anyone anymore for that matter. Everything is fucked all to hell and changed up now that I-" Anjelo gives her hand a gentle squeeze along with a nod. "I know.. We were supposed to have a child eventually." Anjelo looks over at Y/N once he hears a shuddering gasp. The female has a hand over her mouth and tears sliding down her cheeks. "You wanted to be parents?.." she whispers brokenly. A nod follows her question. "We both did." Anjelo says as he offers her a sad smile of his own.

"Yeah, he was dying, but we were still gonna do it because he talked about how much he was going to, by some miracle, beat his illness and walk away without a scratch. We'd raise a kid of our own, a little boy that we'd name Amiri, and we'd be the best parents." "Was he going to be from a surrogate or a baby that was adopted?" The response is enough to draw a broken sob from the female. "Surrogate, but if he didn't have enough time left, we would've adopted." Anjelo continues to talk about how different his life would've been had the apocalypse not happened before stopping. "What about you? What would your life have been like?" he questions as he wipes his eyes. "I would've gone to college for one." Y/N states with a laugh, "My parents constantly bragged about how I was the smartest person they knew." "What would you have gone for?" "Psychology. I liked trying to figure out what made people tick the way they did."

"Seems so hard." Y/N nods her head, "It was, but I was so head over heels for it that I didn't care how hard it was. I was doing it." She glances over and checks on Ayden before standing up to grab her blanket. "I like to think I would've been in a relationship at some point during my life. Wouldn't have been in a rush for it to happen, but I wouldn't have taken it for granted whenever it did. Still would be living with my parents too." Y/N finishes off the sentence with a soft laugh. "Don't blame you. I'd be living with mine had they not kicked me out for being gay." Y/N pats his shoulder comfortingly and yawns with a nod. "And my parents would still be alive.. But sadly, we don't always get what we want. No matter how good the delusion may seem." Now it's Anjelo's turn to pat Y/N's shoulder. The two sit in silence for a while and it's comfortable. Soon, the will to sleep becomes more apparent as the fatigue rises to the surface of their faces.

"We gotta get some sleep or Ayden'll be pissed at us and I don't think we wanna deal with an angry blonde." She hugs the man without a second thought and stays there for a minute or two. "You might not have your parents anymore, but you do have family and we aren't going anywhere anytime soon." "You mean it? Don't make a promise that you can't keep, Anjelo." He nods happily. "We won't go anywhere. I won't go anywhere, I promise."