BTS zombie apocalypse AU
Follow the story of a group, brought together by sheer luck, as they fight for survival in a world taken over by a vicious virus.
(Also it's gay lol)
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Yoongi's POV
"I'd love it if I could go to sleep now, it's kind of been a long day," I stated, keeping my face straight but my voice pleading. I really didn't want to have this conversation at the moment.
But when Kim Seokjin wanted to talk to you there was no getting out of it. The man had mastered the art of reading and manipulating people, he could get you to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets if he wanted to.
Thankfully, he only used his profound skills for the good of others, sort of taking the position of therapist as well as our medic.
"I'm not forcing you to stay," Jin shrugged. I was about to stand up and leave, "But you know just as well as I do, that you won't be doing much sleeping,"
I considered this for a second before sighing in defeat. I lowered myself slowly down into my chair across from Jin's, giving in, knowing Jin was right. Jin was always right.
I could never resist Jin's offers of help. I acted as though talking to him was this giant burden but in reality, my talks with Jin were a great comfort to me. I wouldn't dare tell any of the others what I'd told Jin.
"I've noticed a change in you lately," Jin said, peering invasively at me, "it's subtle, but I've noticed,"
"Oh yeah? What sort of changes?" I questioned, not entirely sure if I knew Jin was talking about. I felt pretty much the same as normal; tired and empty.
"You seem more relaxed than usual," Jin said, standing up and shutting the door to the empty classroom we currently occupied, the one Jin had claimed as his office.
"Do you have any theories yet?" I asked, deciding to spark up a cigarette, complimentary of Jung Hoseok. He kept getting me things I enjoy during his supply runs, like cigarettes and booze. I couldn't figure out why but I wasn't complaining.
I really was curious to know just how well Jin picked up on my mood and behavior. Our medic was strangely interested in our emotional situation, which made him especially concerned with me for some reason. I guess he sensed just how fucked up I was and decided to take me on as his personal charity case.
"You're screwing someone," Jin stated casually. The cigarette hanging from my lips almost fell out as I opened my mouth in shock. I quickly saved it with my hands, burning my index finger slightly in the process. Every cigarette was precious in the apocalypse.
I quickly composed my surprised expression into an indifferent-but-slightly-interested one and brought the cigarette back to my lips, taking in a long puff to settle my shock.
