apocalyptic hearts || heejake

Like any other day, Jake was doing what he did best; fading into the background, chin propped on his hand, eyes heavy with sleep. The muffled drone of the teacher's voice and the occasional scratch of a pen blurred into white noise. But then, it hit, a sound so sharp and violent it seemed to split the air itself. He shot upright, his desk rattling beneath his arms.

The room was unrecognizable. Shards of glass glinted across the floor like jagged stars.

"Jake."

The voice came from behind, sharp and unyielding. He spun around to see Heeseung, of all people, standing there. Blood smeared his temple, his usual polished exterior replaced with a rugged tie and shreds in his uniform. In his hand, he held a makeshift weapon. A broken metal pipe.

"What the hell is going on?" Jake's voice cracked, his question coming out more desperate than he intended.

Heeseung's jaw tightened. "If you want to live, shut up and follow me."

There was no time for arguments, no time to question why Heeseung, the last person Jake would ever rely on, seemed to know exactly what to do. Because in the distance, something growled. A sound that sent ice crawling down Jake's spine.