:ITZY x Reader: -oneshots-

Yuna x Reader - 'Goodbye'

ANGST O CLOCK BOYS

I'm so fucking excited for this one it's been in my head for like a month. 

Apocalypse AU inspired by those tiktoks with that "though it's the end of the world, don't blame yourself" audio.

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Your eyes blinked open slowly, squinting at the sunshine that squeezed through the blinds into your eyes. You grumbled, reaching your hands out to shield your face as you tried to wake up slowly. You brought your hands back to your face, rubbing your eyes. Looks like it was about time to get up. 

With one last sigh, you pulled yourself up and sat in the mattress on the floor you had slept on. Surrounding you were a few empty bottles of water and food cans you could find on the broken wooden flooring. This used to be a normal place before all the shit went down. But it's much more peaceful than the rest of the outside world.

You reached down to your last bottle and downed it. You were trying to save it, but your throat was bone dry and if you prolonged your need for water any longer you wouldn't be around to drink it. When the last drop left, you separated the bottle from your lips with a disappointing but satisfied sigh.

"Shit. And I really didn't want to go out again until next week," you told yourself. But it's not like you had a lot of choices. If you didn't go out and stake out some water (and food while you were at it) you'd just die. Though sometimes you questioned why you were even fighting your situation at all.

Every time you woke up, you remembered what happened like it had just been yesterday. In reality, it had been ten years. But the trauma was still very fresh. You tried not to think about it.

A sound came from the doorway. You reached for the pistol you slept with and aimed. The threat meowed, trotting over to you with something in its mouth. You dropped your arm. It was just Yuna.

"You scared me, Yuna." She slowed down as she got closer. She stopped in front of you and dropped a mouse. "Thanks, but I'm still good with canned soup." She meowed. You smiled. Her meow was why you named her Yuna in the first place.

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"Haha, you can't get me up here!" Yuna stuck her tongue out at you as she hung upside down from the jungle gym. You panted, running up to it and dropping your hands on your knees from running across the playground.

"No... fair," you whined in between breaths. 

"It is too, fair! Just climb up here and tag me!" she called.

"I can't!" you whined again. "Even if I did, you would just tag me back again!"

"Okay, I'll pinky promise not to tag back."

"I still can't get up there!" you yelled. You were about to start crying.

"For peets sake," Yeji walked over to you two. You were supposed to be playing tag. But you always wanted to tag Yuna. You knew you liked her from a pretty early age. You were about eight in this memory.

"Just tag Yeji," Yuna called, now sitting up on the top, swinging her legs over the edge.

"I wanna tag you!" you screamed, now crying. You thought you heard Yeji sigh, coming up to you and hugging you, rubbing your back comfortably. Yuna was a bit bossy when she was seven. Yeji had to be the big kid of the group, given she was eleven. She always knew you liked Yuna, but she pretended to be surprised when you told her about it when you turned thirteen.