Cause of Death: (BTS & Zombie AU)

Cause of Death: Clothes

I've never fully appreciated feeling clean before, but I'm so thankful for it right now. After making sure there isn't a trace of red left in the shower, I stepped out of the tub and wrapped myself in a towel. I take a moment to stare at myself in the mirror. Not feeling make up on my face is nice. I dislike the feeling of it, but now I'll have to deal with my hair since it isn't straightened anymore. It's calm now because it's still wet, but give it an hour and a half and out comes Curlzilla.

A few minutes later I put my contact case and solution back in my bag and slip on my glasses. I got to reach for my cl-

No NO NO NO! I'm such an idiot. I have no clothes. I'm in a house with seven people who lack ovaries and I am stuck in the bathroom, naked. How will I even get clothes? I'll have to find the master bedroom and steal some of the doctor's clothes. I go back and inspect the pile of my blood-stained clothes. My underwear and bra might still be salvageable if I can hand wash it, but the rest is a lost cause. I trash the clothes, stuff my undergarments into my bag, and readjust my towel to cover the most skin possible.

Bag in hand, I kill the lights and crack the door open peering into the empty hallway. Sadly, this was one of the houses where the upstairs hallway can be seen from the first floor. Namjoon, Jin, and Suga are sitting on the couches in the living room. They are away facing me, and seem to be engrossed enough in their conversation to not notice me if I'm quiet. Releasing a breath, I slowly open the bathroom door and make my way to the set of double doors on the opposite end of the hallway.

I reach the door without difficulty. I peek in to make sure it's the master bedroom then rush in and lean my forehead against the door sighing in relief.

"Um D-Danielle?" I freeze. Stupid, why didn't you check to see in anyone was in here before coming in. I turn to see Park-are you shitting me right now-Jimin staring at me in shock, cheeks pink.

"Sorry I don't have any clothes, so I came in here to get some I should've looked before entering I'm sorry now please stop staring" I stammer out. His eyes go wide. He closes his mouth and turns around before I can even ask.

"Do you want me to leave? I can do that."

"Umm, you don't have to unless you to want to. Maybe... can you just step into that closet for a second; I'll be quick. I promise."

Once he has followed my request, I drop my bag and head to the nearest dresser and open it to find...

Boxers, great.

Pulling on the next drawer out I'm able to find some basketball looking shorts with a drawstring and a t-shirt that is only 3 sizes too big. The thought of going commando makes me hesitantly look back at the guy's underwear drawer. Under a layer or so of boxers, I find a half-opened pack with 2 unused boxers left inside. I hurriedly put on the clothes as well a sweatshirt with a wide collar I get from a desk chair that smells safe enough to wear. Satisfied, I let poor Jimin out of the closet.

"Thank you, it smelled like feet in there." I don't know how to respond, so I just awkwardly laugh and leave the room. Yeah, no. In no way, will I attempt to make actual conversation with him now. I've never liked small talk, but I would have tried for Jimin. However, after this encounter, I shall avoid speaking to him for as long as possible. What do you say to a guy that's just seen you in a towel? Hell, if I know, my dad wouldn't let me leave the house with a dress at times. I hadn't realized living with 7 guys would be so hard.

I continue my fuming downstairs into the kitchen where Hoseok and Jin are putting in two frozen pizzas into the oven.

"Hey we are going to have to go to a store to get food because the fridge is empty," Jin informs me.