| lookism x fem. reader apocalypse au |
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"hey, do you know when blackberries bloom?" she asks, turning her head to look at them.
they glance at her grinning slightly, while answering, "in the late spring, when the weather gets a little chilly. why...
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HE CONTINUES TOWARDS THE BUNKER'S ENTRANCE WITH MI JIN BY HIS SIDE—PICKING UP THE PACE AS HE REALIZES THAT THE GIRL IN HIS ARMS IS NOW LONG GONE FROM CONSCIOUSNESS. Getting increasingly closer to the bunker, Jin Sung sees two refugees running to close the heavy, iron door; seeing as there isn't much time left (26.82 seconds on the clock to be exact), but their efforts seemed to be futile. Weaklings.
"Bastards! Don't even think about closing that door, yet! You hear me?" Jin Sung exclaimed, voice full of rage and if you listen closely enough, a twinge of desperation was present.
The two were about to protest, however once they got a better view of the others that were with him, they gladly compromised. Their eyes bulged out of their sockets, thinking lewd thoughts in their disgusting minds, drool coming out the corners of their mouths— and wait a second, are they frothing?
'Damn hot...'
'Fuckk mami...'
Opening the door a little wider, Mi Jin went in first, curtesy of Jin Sung, whilst two pairs of perverted eyes followed her every move. Feeling something burning from the back of their heads, they turn to see Jin Sung glaring at them and if looks could kill, they already would've been six feet under. With cold-sweat running down their temples, they simultaneously agree to not test their lives and begrudgingly look away. Of course, they kept the door opened a little longer just to let him in with the unconscious girl, but keep in mind that if Jin Sung wasn't holding her, they gladly would have slammed the door on him (though with their weak asses they couldn't even if they tried).
Jin Sung then rushes to 'gently' put the unconscious female down on one of the futons (as bedframes would be a hazard) and swiftly makes a 180° to the bunker's vault of a door—aiding the two disgraces of the human race to close that impossibly thicc door. His palms firmly press against the door's cool surface along with the other two, their feet planted to the ground all counting down in efforts to make it seem like a teamwork.
"Three," says Thing 1.
"Two," says Thing 2.
"ONE!" Cat in the Hat exclaims, as they all simultaneously push against the surprisingly heavy door with all the strength left in them, though Thing 1 and Thing 2 didn't have any to begin with.
A high pitched screech from the door rubbing against the metal floor along with the strained grunts from the three resonated around the bunker walls, which were getting increasingly more prominent from their panic. And who could blame them, the view from the small window on the door showed a cloud of radiation rapidly coming their way; the green haze ferociously swirling towards them like a growing tsunami.
With just a few seconds on the clock, they finally shut the elephant of a door and Jin Sung's quick to grasp the handle of the wheel, twisting the airlock seal in place with a final click, indicating that the door has shut completely. A great number of sighs can be heard all around, somehow mimicking a huge weight that has suddenly been lifted off of everyone's shoulders, some more than others.
