Just...survive.

Team up

Yoongi was no stranger to people trying to kill him; originally from a rough background, he kept a gun in case anyone decided to pull any shit with him.  Granted nobody ever did, mainly because Yoongi's face didn't give many people the idea to mess with him.

Yoongi thought about Jimin for a while. How was he supposed to take care of him when he didn't even know where he was at this time. Confusing. Plus, Jimin was an military man just like Taemin. Can't he look after himself at least?

With his gun in the passenger seat, Yoongi speed off to Taemins apartment with the code circling his mind. He couldn't believe that all this shit was happening.

Thankfully, Taemin actually lived on the outskirts of the city and the zombies he drove past become less frequent and began thinning out.

Yoongi was honestly shit scared. One touch from these off-coloured people could end his life and there would be nothing he could do about it.

He pulled up outside of his friends house making sure to park backwards so his car faced toward the road; just in case he needed to get out fast.

With a sprint he reached the door and looked at the number pad on the door that Taemin had installed a fortnight before. He jabbed the 3 button until the door opened. The code was so overt it was effectively covert.

Once inside, he knew nobody could be inside so he kicked off his shoes and jogged to the basement where he found Taemins safe, built into the wall. He tapped in the code that Taemin told him and what he was greeted with blew his mind.

The whole wall came loose so he was able to push it and go inside. He came face to face with a white room with a load of guns on the wall adjacent to him.

He took a few steps forward and picked up a pistol that was better than his own.

"Cool right?"

Yoongi turned around, pointed the gun and pulled the trigger only for the gun to click.

He was met with the man he'd be DYING to meet. Park Jimin. Black tight tee shirt. Camouflage army trousers and laced up black boots. Orange hair parted down the middle and hiding the ends of his eyebrows.

"If Taemin actually armed the guns before putting them on the wall you'd have a broken nose and I'd have a hole in my leg." Jimin smirks. Noticeably sad too.

Yoongi squints and lowers the gun. "Why would I have a broken nose?" He asks. Jimin springs to his feet and approach's him, effectively disarming him in seconds. "You were holding the gun wrong. The kick of the gun would have broken your nose silly." He informs the man.

After about fifteen minutes in a awkward attempt to get to know each other and explain how they share a mutual friend, Yoongi pipes up from the silence. "Have you lost anyone yet? A-Apart from Taemin?" He asks.

Jimin smiles at his feet with a few tears beginning to gather in his eyes. "My uhhh....my boyfriend. On the way here actually. Just...scratched. Shot himself on the spot to ensure he didn't end up....you know."

Yoongi does know. And he wished he didn't. But in this inappropriate time, he notes that Jimin says boyfriend.

"So what do we do here Jimin?" The rapper and producer asks. "We survive. For him. He wanted us to meet all these years. The least we can do is stay together." Yoongi nods in agreement and begins loading guns and putting them in a huge duffel bag. "You can load guns but not hold them properly?" Jimin quizzes.

"Just help me ginger."