thantophobia → bts

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tfw ur in this bc ur friend said so ;))

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national school of the arts 

"If you really, really think about it, paint is just coloured glue." Yugyeom states, spotting the canvas in front of him.  "No, Yug, it's really not." Helen snorted as she slapped her brush on the canvas messily. "But you can stick things together with it???" He frowned, pausing for a moment, "It sticks paper together?" 

"Yugyeom, glue and paint are two completely different substances-" She was cut off rather quickly at the sound of breaking glass and a certain lanky boy falling to the ground. "Bambam, you good?" Helen asks with barely any worry in her voice. "Feeling ace, thanks." The boy groans holding his head as he stands up. Moments passed as everyone continued on with their work, acting like a ball breaking the window was just an everyday norm. 

"20 dollars bet that it was Jungkook." Yugyeom whispers to the shorter girl, swishing his brush around in the plastic cup. As if by chance, the raven haired boy busted through the door with a rather red bat and a distressed face. "I can take that 20 dollars now unless you want to give it to me later." 

"Fuck off Yugyeom, Jungkook why is your bat covered in what suspiciously looks like blood?" Helen puts down her paintbrush, her lips slowly becoming more pursed. "Yeah that's blood Kook, that's only a tad fucked up dude."

"There are people walking around eating each other and rotting all over the field." Jungkook chokes out, looking behind him quickly. The whole class goes quiet, a few going up to the window only to see a complete disaster. 

"Hahahaha, zombies. April fools joke came late." Bambam chuckles, slapping his knee with amusement. "Bambam, they fucking ate a kids face off, that's not a joke." Jungkook cries, panicking. Yugyeom clears his throat, being stupidly calm only to impress Helen. "I think we should stay here-"

"No Yugyeom that's literally one of the worst things you could do. We have no food, no spare clothes, no line of defense except shitty ass art tools and if we leave later, there'll be no cars with gas left," Helen furrows her eyebrows, barely noticing the gradual screaming that's starting up around her, "God, what would Rick Grimes do?" 

"THIS, Is not a time to be reminiscing The Walking Dead, Helen!" Jungkook scuttles over to them, his badboy facade completely gone as his soft ass came through. "I learnt everything from that show shut the fuck up" 

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institute of natural sciences and human studies

"Jimin, I'm sick of this. I'm so frustrated." Namjoon sighs, looking at the rotted body on the bed before him. "Nothing works." 

"Keep trying, Joonie! You'll get there, I'm sure of it," Jimin speaks through the phone, soft noises of a spoon stirring a drink came through with his small voice. "Besides, whats the worst that could happen?" 

Namjoon smiles lightly, his heart beating a bit faster when he hears Jimin's little giggle. "Yeah, you're right. Oh, by the way, when will I next see you?" He bites his lip nervously, hoping he didn't sound too desperate to see the younger boy. 

"Hmm, let me check my calendar-" Jimin pauses, "-Uh, Friday? Yeah, Friday, I'll come down then." 

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Friday never came. At least, that's what it felt like.

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heLLo i shouldn't be writing another story when i have others that need to be updated ;))

this idea belongs to my good friend mel who will be drawing this as a comic- i'm just writing it out as a book lmao

I hope you enjoyed this cringey ass intro <3