Last Girl Alive | Bangtan

6: Exploring

"Where are we going?"

Hoseok pulls shut the door of the car. He turns the keys into the ignition and glances at you sitting shotgun. You shift uncomfortably as he stares at you weirdly. Suddenly he lunges forward, grabs the seatbelt and pulls it over you. You breathe.
"It's a seatbelt. I know how to work it."

"Oh, okay," he says, giving you an apologetic look. Placing his hand behind the back of your seat, he pulls the car out of the parking lot in reverse, looking behind. Taehyung and Jimin sit behind like unidentical baby twins, scrolling through something on Taehyung's phone and passing remarks. 

"Hope, you still haven't told me where we are going," you remind him. You let him start onto the road and get settled and sure enough he replies, eyes on the road.

"Exploring," he mumbles like it was something they did regularly.

"What does that mean?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. Jimin leans forward, resting is arms around your headrest to reply. "It means we're looking for Survivors," he says plainly. "And for any suspicious things that could help us find out what happened."

Taehyung sips on an iced tea he'd served himself at a nearby café and nods in agreement with Jimin. Then in perfect sync they both relaxed back in their seats and turned to look out the window. It's like they shared one brain cell.

You too decided looking out the window wouldn't be a bad idea. Some daydreaming, some wishing could do no bad. Hoseok, seeing none of you were in the mood for conversation, turned the volume up a little and played bouncy music to which he jammed to slightly, shoulders bobbing up and down as he enjoyed himself.

The city is so promising, you realise. There are thousands of possibilities waiting to be discovered and explored but, they were all empty and inactive. There were stores and cinemas and malls and boats that could run under the bridge. The buildings stood tall and proud hiding an infinite amount of smaller things like computers and secrets and coffee stains. Amusement parks, karaoke rooms, restaurants, cafés and shops and homes after shops and homes.

All now lost. Because there was not a single person behind any of these things. Shops but no shopkeepers, offices but no employees, cafés without customers. This was truly a lost place and it was not just this place that was like this. The entire world was like this. Jungkook's words run through our mind again:

This world is ours now, Y/N.

It was yours. Yours to control, to move and progress and shift around as you pleased. You could do absolutely anything you wished. Nothing was illegal anymore, there were zero rules.

This world was your puppet, your toy.

You are aroused from your thoughts suddenly as a verse hits your heart, playing your senses with its strings. You push yourself up and turn to Hoseok who is enjoying himself and then turn to the music that he was playing. For a second, for a flash of a second a memory had surfaced.

You'd...recognized the song.

Hoseok grins, turning up the volume looking at you through the rearview mirror. "Hit me like that too, when I first heard it," he nods, smiling empathetically. "All sound is a godsend. I used to work in a small studio so I know, music was my life. Can't recall much of it, but I suppose the things that really stuck, stay on no matter what happens."

"You were a producer?" you say, surprised, looking at this tall, lean, scruffy nevertheless handsome man driving beside you. Since it was slightly hot, he was wearing a sleeveless shirt that revealed his biceps and strong arms that looked like they had been worked on. Shifting your gaze from his body to his face, you bite back a smile.