BTS X GOT7
zombie AU
+ reader insert
As the clock strikes twelve and the countdown finishes, the year 2034 enters, so as a sudden phenomenal breakout that soon causes death to millions of people-a zombie apocalypse. Little did seven certain people...
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𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙺𝙾𝙾𝙺
HIS SLEEP WAS CONTAGIOUS.
The ride is still and peaceful, though we all know any minute there'll be zombies welcoming us on the way, or maybe landing on their feet on the rover's hood. I don't think of anything else besides getting to sleep at least for a while. Yoongi sleeping peacefully's so contagious the moment I glance at him makes me want to close my eyes and rest my back.
And so it happens, and what I can only see is pitch black, before my vision changes and silence disappears replaced by a rowdy crowd set outside a familiar white entrance.
I'm standing within the crowd and followed my eyes to where everyone pointed to. They probably have been waiting for the museum to open.
I feel someone take my hand. "Are you excited, Jungkook?" So I turn to right, seeing mother looking down at me. Her smile is brighter than the midday sun, and her eyes are gentler than the black sheet of skies at night. I feel her squeeze my hand when the kids my age squeak in delight. The banner is now open, and everyone falls in line: adults holding their kids hand in hand.
"Why isn't father with us?" I ask mother, now we are near to the receptionist.
She gives me a weak smile, but she doesn't answer my question. She looks straight ahead. "Here we are."
"You only have one child?" The receptionist queries, scribbling down on her notepad.
"Yes." Mother spares me a glance before looking and smiling back at the woman. The female rips the paper off her pad and handles it to mother, but her eyes are fixed on me. I didn't know for how long, but there was a look in her eyes that sent uneasiness into me. "Child, we're going now."
I turn my head to the voice's origin, realizing it had been to mother's. I spare a glance at the lady as I tag along with mother; now her eyes glowing white. I startle, not knowing what to do. If mother didn't pull me again, I'd get stuck standing in my position and freeze to death as the lady stares at me forever. Taking a deep breath, I wrap my hand tightly around mother's. I don't want to get lost and find myself with that lady again.
Ignoring the lady's strange look, I take a look at the paintings hung on either side of the walls and kept my hand interlocked with mother. If I get lost in this museum, I'd make sure I wouldn't pass through that entrance. I have to find another way.
"These are most of Leonardo da Vinci's and Michelangelo's famous paintings, all over the world." The tour guide explains as he gestured to the paintings.
