My Zombie Boyfriend | Jeon Jungkook

❧ One: Goo-goos Everywhere!

"What's your name?"

"Argh."

What the fuck.

— Before That Instance... —

What the fuck? There are so many zombies!

"Hiya!" you yelled in excitement and anger as you smacked a zombie with a pan, getting your Dora The Explorer vibes all over this event. The zombie went flying to the U.S.

"Wow, bye-bye Mr. Goo-goo," you said, giving the zombie a nickname since the zombie was full of a goo-like substance, "Who's next?"

The world was ending. Or it has already ended. Much better, I, author-nim, should say the human population, instead, was ending... or it has already ended. You haven't seen a human in what seemed to be decades, of course, with a hint of exaggeration.

You just recently came to South Korea just to attend your first day of your new job in this company called Big Hit or whatever.

It's Big Shit, author-nim.

Thanks, Y/N. Well, where was I? Oh, so you came to South Korea to get a job in this company as previously stated by Y/N, Big Shit. It's a wonderful company full of kpop-ness and all of that good stuff. But as soon as she came from the airport many zombies attacked her, but she was lucky enough to find... a pan. She, herself, didn't know where it came from, but that didn't matter. She killed over 9,012,012 zombies already, that's the minimum, by the way.

You took a big shot at the next zombie crossing your path. The zombie looked terrified at you. Even though you were scary-looking without the pan, with the pan it was worse and plus, the state you are in made things worse.

The zombie, who was about to run away, was hit with the pan in the head and knocked out, maybe dead, even though it's dead already.

"That's what you get Mr. Goo-goo Jr.," you said trailing off with your pan. You went in any direction not knowing where you were going since you've never been to South Korea, meaning you freaking didn't know the place?!

As you walked and walked with your pan in hand, you came across several zombies. Of course, you killed them all with one hit of your pan.

"There are so many Goo-goos around. Ugh, hate my life!" you sighed in a loud, rough tone. While sighing, you grabbed your pan hard as you hit another zombie in the head. "You thought, bitch," you sang, skipping away.

And again, as you walked and walked with your pan in hand, you came across with several zombies. You kept making your way up north, near North Korea since you were smart and searched up the location of Big Hit's building on Google Maps and it was located up North in South Korea.

You kept walking until you saw a big building surrounded by zombies. And of course, the building had "Big Hit Entertainment" printed on it.

They're mostly female. That's weird..?

You sighed, looking down.

But that won't stop me from killing your asses.

You looked up with a rage of killing with a hint of determination in your eyes.

"I can do this," you huffed as you talked to yourself. You were about to run toward the zombies and go on a killing spree, but you tripped. You fucking tripped.

Shit. You thought as zombies were walking toward you. W-what do I do?

Your pan was a foot away from you since when you feel, your pan fell as well. Gravity, man. Gravity.