ODDS OF SURVIVAL - TAEKOOK

CHAPTERTWO

Of course neither one of them would have a car.

That would just make things too easy, wouldn't it?

Sure, it would probably be wrecked or blocked in somewhere in the mess downtown, but at least there would be a possibility they might have had a decent means of transportation.

Instead, here Jungkook was, riding a stolen bicycle through the Zombie Apocalypse, swinging a fucking broom handle around like an idiot, with the world's shittiest blonde on another bike, trying to keep up behind him. Just because he couldn't bring himself to let the bastard die.

Jungkook didn't even bother wondering "how is this my life?" because of-fucking-course this would be his life. It almost wouldn't make sense if things worked out any better.

He let his anger build, driving him to push the pedals faster. It was easier than letting himself think about what was happening, where he was going, or what he might find when he got there.

"Where the hell are we going!?"

Jungkook made a sharp turn and skidded sideways to a stop so suddenly that Taehyung almost crashed into him.

At least it was satisfying to see the little shit fall off his bike in his struggle to stop quickly enough.

Jungkook glared down at him as he picked himself up. "I don't care where the hell you go, but I'm going to check on my family. Don't you have your own people to worry about? Why the fuck are you following me, anyway?"

Instead of looking up, Taehyung focused on dusting himself off for a moment, as if his clothes weren't hopelessly filthy anyway.

When he finally did look at Jungkook, still glaring stubbornly, his voice was softer. "My mother died four years ago, and I've never met my father. So no, I don't have any family to worry about."

He looked away again, apparently not wanting to meet Jungkook's eyes as he grudgingly admitted, "And you saved my life. It looks like my best chances of survival lie with you for the moment, since you seem to have a better handle on this situation than everyone else."

Jungkook glanced at the broom handle in his hand, then back to Taehyung with a glare.

"Did you seriously just make a pun right now? I fucking swear..."

Shaking his head, he turned away and started off again in the direction of his parents' home, assuming they still lived there. He hadn't spoken to them in three years, so he had no way of knowing for sure until he arrived.

"I don't care if you follow me, but never do that again."

"The pun was not intentional, that I promise you!"

"And stop making so much noise! You'll attract more zombies!"

He slowed down a bit to allow Taehyung to catch up, if only to keep him from yelling to be heard.

So Taehyung didn't have a family, and there was no point in asking about friends because no one with any sense would hang out with that prick.

He was just as much of a pathetic loser as Jungkook had always assumed him to be, and he was in terrible shape, too, judging by the heavy, panting breaths he could hear catching up to him.

Shit.

Why did he bother saving this guy?

If left alone Taehyung would surely be dead by the end of the day, but now that he'd already saved him once Jungkook was starting to feel obligated to continue keeping him alive.