WINRINA ONESHOTS

THE END

The sky had never looked so ominous.

Thick, dark clouds rolled in, swallowing up the sun’s light, casting the city in a sickly orange hue. The world felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the final blow to come. It wasn’t sudden, but it was inevitable. Everyone had known this day would come. But knowing didn’t make it any easier to accept.

The end was here.

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Minjeong

Minjeong stood frozen in the middle of her apartment, staring at the radio on her counter as the emergency broadcast blared through the static.

"This is an official government announcement: all citizens should seek shelter immediately. Impact will occur within the next hour. Repeat: the world as we know it will cease to exist. Hug your loved ones. Hold them close. This is the final call."

Her breath caught in her throat, the weight of the words sinking into her chest like a cold, hard stone. Final. This was it. There would be no more warnings, no more time. The world was ending.

She glanced around her small, quiet apartment, the eerie stillness settling into her bones. Her phone buzzed on the counter, but she didn’t need to check it. She already knew what was happening. She knew there was nothing left to do but wait.

But one thought broke through the haze of panic that had started to creep in.

Jimin.

Her hand flew to her phone, shaking as she scrolled through her contacts. She and Jimin hadn’t spoken in days. Weeks, even. They hadn’t ended things badly, but there had been distance—emotional and physical. Neither of them knew how to close that gap. But now, in the face of everything, nothing else mattered. She needed to see her.

Please pick up, Minjeong thought desperately as she hit Jimin’s contact. Her heart pounded as the phone rang, the seconds stretching out endlessly.

No answer.

“Come on, Jimin. Please…”

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Jimin

Jimin sat in her car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles had turned white. The radio in her car echoed the same announcement, the voice crackling through the static.

"Final moments. Seek shelter. Hold your loved ones close."

She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, but all she could think about was one person. Minjeong. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t spoken properly in weeks. It didn’t matter that their last conversation had ended with a tense silence.

None of that mattered anymore.

Without thinking, she pulled out her phone, her fingers fumbling to dial Minjeong’s number. Her throat was tight, her breath shallow as the line rang and rang, the sound growing louder in her head.

“Come on,” Jimin muttered, her voice trembling.

Then, finally, the call connected.

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“Jimin?” Minjeong’s voice came through the speaker, shaky and uncertain.

Jimin exhaled, the tension flooding out of her body all at once. “Minjeong. Thank God. Are you—are you okay?”

There was a beat of silence before Minjeong replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “No. I don’t think I’m okay. Not really.”

Jimin’s heart clenched at the sound of her voice. She could hear the fear, the sadness, the resignation. She felt it too, deep in her bones.