𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 [P.JMxReader] ✔

°•°Memories°•°

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Oh, memories... They cut like knives

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You were woken up by rain drops bouncing to the window. When you looked at watch on your arm, it showed that it was 7:46 a.m.

When you opened your big, round eyes you stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to remember where are you. When realization hit you, you quickly sat on your bed and hung your skinny legs over it. You were lost in the memories as you were watching your feet dangling.

A crying boy appeared in your vision, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to forget what you just saw. Guilt rushed through your veins.

You stood up and went into the bathroom. You stepped into a shower and let cold water wash your long, dark hair. After three years of showering with cold water you were used to it.

Your short, yet skinny fingers ran through your pale skin and sharp bones.

Sadly, almost all population was dead because of the virus. It took everyone's lifes, no matter the gender, race or age. And those, like you, who fought for their lifes hard enough and survived, now were suffering of lack of food and diseases.

When you were finished showering, you took a towel and wrapped it around your small body. Then you travelled back to your decent room and squated in front of your big backpack.

True. You never unpacked your stuff, in case you had to run for your life. That's how ready you were to face all the difficulties. You were fearless. You were strong. At least, that's what you wanted everyone to think. So you were ready for every loss and every gain.

You took out oversized black sweater and black shorts.

When you put it on, you came up to the window and pulled curtains to the side, just to discover abandoned city of Seoul before your eyes. You were in a skyscraper, yet you could still see infected ones walking in the city streets, even though they looked like ants.

You let your dark hair dry, while sitting on your bed and looking through the window, wondering about the past.

After some time you got up and opened your room door. You saw long corridor leading to the kitchen. You started walking there. When you got there, you saw almost all the group of survivors gathered around a table with upset faces.

A little boy, which was about 7 years old, was sitting on a table. When his gaze met yours, his face lit up. He quickly jumped out of excitement and ran up.

"(Y/N)!" He tightly hugged you.

"Good morning, Duho" you flashed him a smile. "How do you feel?"

"I still have a little fever, but I'm a lot better". You smiled at him and patted his black hair. When you lifted your face, you met a concerned look of a leader of the group, Daehyun.