Bottom Taehyung Drabbles

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[Vkook][Angst][1.7k Words]

Jungkook fell in love with a dying man.

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Jungkook couldn't decide which was more laughable; the fact that there were actual zombies killing off half the population of the entire planet, or the gross attraction he felt for the gasping man beside him. Either way it's an ironic situation, but one is worse than the other – Jungkook just hasn't had the chance to decide.

"Fuck," a voice said weakly, and Jungkook looked up from his lap to find tousled brown locks swaying ungracefully against the dry breeze that went through them. It's a sad sight, Jungkook thinks, and assures himself that the only reason he felt his heart clench at it was because he felt pity for the brunnette – not because he thought that the dying man was unbelievably beautiful, even then.

"You'll be okay," Jungkook tried to assure the other male when he started coughing out blood, tongue stiff in his mouth and body quivering helplessly. Cringing, Jungkook leaned forward so that he could gave the brunette a pat on the back, "It's fine," he says again, "It's fine."

It was a blatant lie – and not a smart one either – but the brunette gave him a small genuine smile and crawled closer to where Jungkook sat on the floor before flopping down right next to him. "Yeah," he said, voice hoarse as he rests his head on Jungkook's shoulder, still panting as he whispered out a soft, "Thanks."

Jungkook sighs contently at the comforting weight on his shoulder. It's warm, he unwillingly concludes in his mind – he hasn't had company for god knows how long, and this was the least lonely he's ever felt in his entire life.

"You're, um, taking this very lightly, huh?" Jungkook spoke up when he felt like his heartbeat might get loud enough for Taehyung to hear. Jungkook needed to create a distraction, quick; he can't have the brunette realizing how much of a creep Jungkook was.

Taehyung's chests rose and fell harshly a couple of times before he gave out his reply, and even then his voice sounded small; weak. "Hm? Not really." He says, blinking a few times before adding, "Why?"

"You're just... You look more relaxed than I thought you'd be." Jungkook replied. He could clearly recall the day when the virus first spread around the now-torn city, how the people who got infected quickly turned violent and desperate even before the virus took hold of their body, as if they thought clinging onto someone and crying their eyes out would somehow cure them.

"It's because I don't have the energy to panic." – was the answer he got, but Jungkook thinks its a lie. He could almost bet half of his life that Taehyung would still be calm and collected about the entire situation even if he had more strength. But it would be a useless point to argue over and they are currently facing the ruin of everything they know and love, so Jungkook doesn't think it's necessary for him to voice his disagreements.

"Oh." He says instead.

"Why, would you have panicked if you were in my shoes?"

"Without a doubt. I think most people would, actually."

"Really?"

Jungkook nods, not knowing what else to say. He realizes if the situation were any different; if the zombies never came up, if Taehyung wasn't infected and if they weren't stuck in a 24-hour-shop at some shady gas station in the middle of nowhere, there's a pretty big chance that Taehyung would think Jungkook was lame and wouldn't talk to him at all.

"Huh, does that make me weird?" Taehyung asks with a smaller voice, and Jungkook instantly whipped his head to the side, somewhat alarmed. "No," he assures, "It does not."