Jungkook never thought that he'd find a home behind a four metre tall fence and concrete walls, but with the help of the Woodburians, the growing group turned the place into a sanctuary for all. That's until the group was tested by a deadly virus an...
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A dark-skinned palm reached out and smacked against a puffy cheek. A string of drool dripped down the corner of the plump, parted lips and raven brows crinkled together. A deep groan rumbled in the pit of Taehyung's chest, followed by him huffing and turning around on his side.
Taehyung's ankle was grabbed in a tight hold before he was ripped out of the bed. His back slammed into the ground and the back of his head smacked against the edge of the bed. Taehyung's eyes snapped open and face scrunched up into a grimace, he pressed his hand against the back of his head and rubbed the aching spot there.
Obsidian black eyes shot up to the black woman looming over him. Michonne was dressed for the day- wearing her sleeveless, leather vest and brown pants, a katana was strapped to her back with the strap going around her chest. She was the opposite of Taehyung, who still had crusted drool sticking to his cheek and eyes swelling up with the caresses of sleep. Taehyung's once long raven curls, that reached his jaw, were now cut off to his brows and grown out longer on the back of his neck.
"What the fuck." Taehyung grumbled through a yawn, stumbling up to his feet and stretching his arms above his head. His black shirt slipped up his stomach, displaying the happy trail leading up to his belly button and the bottom of his toned stomach.
Judging by Michonne's attire and how rudely he was awoken, she had allowed him to sleep in. It has been three months since Taehyung slept on an actual mattress - too used to sleeping in the middle of a forest or in the corner of some abandoned store. It still felt a bit weird for him not to sleep in the same cell as Jungkook since the pair used to have a few moments where they would snicker and talk shit about the Woodburians in Korean. But Taehyung is hoping to either make up with Jungkook or just deal with the changes.
Taehyung dropped his hands to his sides and shuffled towards his clothes, his hand found its way under his shirt and scratched at his ribs. Michonne rose a brown, leaning against the doorway of the cell with crossed arms, "Rick and Carl invited you to go out and see the pigs, they thought you'd be excited to do that. Probably because you resemble a pig." Michonne snarked lightheartedly with a small smirk.
Taehyung snorted at her, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the ground. Lines of ink were scattered across his body and moved along his skin as he bent down and grabbed a black, skintight shirt and slipped it over his head. The shirt pressed against his muscles and engulfed his waist, it stretched around his broad shoulders, allowing everyone to see his body as if he had nothing on.
Michonne raised an eyebrow at his choice of clothing, yet Taehyung merely ignored her with an indifferent shrug. He grabbed his thigh harness and wrapped it around his left thigh, not surprised that some of his knives were missing - leaving behind only five out of eight.
"Okay." Taehyung spun around to face Michonne with a boxy grin spreading on his lips. He sauntered towards the door, but not before grabbing his gun and pushing it into an empty spot that once belonged to a throwing knife. Taehyung brushed past Michonne and cheered silently, "Let's go see the pigs!"
