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Jungkook's POV

I was seated at the back of the bus, the first one to board, having been the first one to finish eating. I wanted a moment alone before the dreaded roadtrip. We all longed for moments alone but they were hard to achieve with the hectic atmorphere that'd surrounded us for the past two days.

I think I was granted about seven minutes of peace and quiet before everyone else finished their breakfast. The front doors flew open and the rest of the group walked out into the particularly sunny day.

As they approached the vehicle, throwing the leftover luggage that hadn't been packed and boarded yet, in the bag storage with the rest of our things, I silently hoped Jimin would decide to sit with me.

Jimin was a constant question mark in my life currently. An inexplicably unreadable riddle I was determined to decipher. I could never figure out what he was thinking or what he wanted. One second he seemed to be annoyed by my very being, and the next he was asking me to kiss him again.

Again.

I'd kissed him twice.

To my slight dismay, before Jimin had even had the chance to enter the bus, the place next to me had been taken by Yoongi. I couldn't allow myself to feel dissapointed for long, I owed Yoongi my life and vice versa.

I'd picked Yoongi up when the outbreak had first begun. I hadn't expected us to still be alive at this point but I was eternally greatful for his presence. He'd been by my side since the very beginning, through the shitstorm of blood and guts, always protecting me. After all this time he'd started to feel like family.

"Our plan is bulletproof, there's no need to look so scared," Yoongi muttered after taking a look at my face.

I hadn't realized I'd been letting my anxiety dictate my facial expression. I quickly reconstructed my features before anyone else saw that I was so worried.

There really was no need to worry. The plan was simple; we cross through the danger zone first, probably an eight or nine hour drive through narrow roads surrounded by mountains and forrests. That's where the Zombies could possibly sneak up on us, but we were prepared for that. Then we reach an open highway, where we'll be more exposed but, then again, so will they. We'll have the advantage of clear vision. We ride the highway until we reach the place where it's been blocked off and then we take a smaller road north. From that point the drive to our selected location was simple and safe.

"Yoongi, can I ask you something?" I said, forcing myself to think about something other than the trip.

"Well, I wouldn't have sat next to you if I was against having conversation," Yoongi said, boredly, "shoot,"

"Why do you protect me?" I asked, "I get that I saved your life when we met, but I'd say we're pretty even after all the times you've saved me since then. Actually I'd say I owe you my life more than you owe me yours."

Yoongi looked at me a moment and gave me one of his very small, very rare, smiles.

"Jungkook, I owe you way more than my life, I owe you my sanity," Yoongi said, looking away, deep in thought, "You were the only human contact I had for two months. I don't protect you to pay some debt I feel like I owe you. I protect you because I genuinely care about you. You're like the annoying younger brother I never had, you mean a lot to me,"

"Shit, dude," was all I could say. My eyes were wide in shock and I could feel my lungs constrict with emotion, "you mean a lot to me too, I'd follow you anywhere. We're family, yeah?"

"Yeah," Yoongi smiled and rested his head back, "now let's stop the emotional talk before you start crying,"

Yoongi was right of course, I was already feeling anxious and emotionally vulnerable, having a deep heart-to-heart with my best friend wasn't going to do me any favors. I'd start crying in a split second.

"Let me ask you something else then," I said as Yoongi pulled up a pack of marlboro red's and sparked up a cigarette.

"Fire away," he spoke on the inhale and then blew out a puff of smoke.

"Can I have one?" I asked, smiling, "it's the end of the world after all,"

He didn't feel the need to answer. Instead, he pulled out a cig, stretched it to my mouth and I took it between my teeth. He lit it up for me and I took a drag, surprised that I didn't start coughing at once.

"I didn't know you smoked," Jimin said as he hopped into the seat in front of Yoongi and me, leaning against the window so he was halfway facing us.

"My morals are slowly going down the drain, along with the human race,"


Jin's POV

"Are you actually expecting me to drive the whole way there?" I voiced my annoyance to Namjoon who sat next to me instead of in the back with the rest of the group.

"You're the only one who knows how to drive a bus," Namjoon shrugged, seeming uninterested, "I sure as hell don't,"

"It's just a big car," I said, feeling my arms already getting tired, "and we're mostly driving in a straight line. Theres no traffic anymore, you don't need a license,"

"Are you already tired of driving?" Hoseok questioned, coming up the aisle and holding his balance by grabbing the foam of the seats on either side, "it's only been an hour or so,"

"I'm not tired," I stated, determinedly keeping my eyes on the road in front, "and it's been three hours,"

"Woah, time flies," Hoseok said cheerfully, clapping a hand on my shoulder, "I'll take over when you don't feel like driving anymore,"

I thanked him and he went back to the back of the bus, where the rest of them seemed to be having a great time. Conversation and laughter filled the air and flowed over to the front of the bus to accompany the endless silance that resided here.

"That was sweet," I muttered, refering to Hoseok's offer, "at least someone is concerned for my well being,"

The silence that followed was thicker with tensity than anything I'd ever felt before. I instantly regretted opening my mouth. I didn't dare look over at Namjoon.

"Jin..." Namjoon sighed, unable to continue his sentence, I could see him rubbing his temples from the corner of my eyes.

"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for," I said, trying to keep my voice as small as I possibly could. I cursed myself for allowing myself to be so petty.

"No it wasn't," Namjoon said, voice dry and pained, "I've been a horrible husband. I'm sorry, Jin,"

"There wasn't anything in our marriage vows about how we'd act during a Zombie outbreak," I said, flashing him a sad smile, "I know you're under a lot of stress and you shouldn't have to worry about me as well,"

"Of course I should be worrying about you," Namjoon said quickly, surprise evident in his voice. I glanced at him to see his widened eyes, "I'm sorry if you ever felt like you weren't my number one priority. I love you, Jin, you're always number one,"

I felt the built up tention from the past few weeks lift of my back slightly. It'd been so long since I'd heard Namjoon say those words with sincerity.

"Hoseok!" I half-yelled over to the back and he immediately came right over, "could you take the wheel for a bit so I can hug my husband?"

"Sure thing," Hoseok grinned and I slowed the bus down to a stop so Hoseok could take over.

I sat beside Namjoon and stretched my arms around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I kissed the bare skin there softly.

"I love you too," I whispered as he brought a hand up to slowly run it through my hair, "through thick and thin, right?"

"Thick and thin," he replied, kissing the top on my head and pulling me closer.

For a while we just sat and enjoyed this rare moment of intimacy. I took in Namjoon's familiar scent that had started to fade from my memory due to the lack of physical contact between us. Occasionally I'd bring my face up to kiss his lips or cheek, loving the way his lips would curve into the smallest of smiles each time my lips met his skin.

"You crazy kids take your time," Hoseok spoke, a smugness in his voice, "I don't mind driving for a while,"

Taehyung's POV

//Flashback//

Humans were difficult to find recently, especially on the road. This stage of the apocalypse was sort of like "the calm after the storm", everyone who was still alive was in hiding, adjusting, seeing how they should approach the new world. No one was travelling except for me.

Honestly, I didn't mind being alone for the most part, at least not at first. I never really cared for other peoples company either way.

Being alone wasn't difficult because of the lack of human interactions, I'd always secretly despised those; the smiling and the asking about their day, like you were really interested even though you couldn't give less of a fuck about a person.

No, It wasn't the conversation or the emotional connection that I wanted. People were only good for one thing.

And I needed sex.

In the time I'd spent alone, after I'd left my first group, dead, I'd realized that sex had always been a subconscious outlet for me. A way for me to express the confusing feelings and frustrations that my flawed, clouded, brain couldn't make sense of.

Now all I had was 'killing the already dead'. Bashing in the sculls of walking corpses was my outlet now. You start to miss humans a bit when that's all you do.

I couldn't really complain, though, it was kind of fun if I was being completely honest. Like I'd been dropped into a different world, I was now a character in a video game or a movie.

Except even the fictional characters usually still had sex.

I never really fit into the old world all that well. I did my best to blend into society, make minor connections with coworkers or neighbors. Just polite conversations and a lot of fake smiling. Never allowing anyone close enough to really know me because I didn't care enough to really know them.

The apocalypse suited me a lot better than the old world. There was no society to blend into. No one was here to make connections, the human's were here to survive and the zombies were here to eat your goddamn brains.

This world was simple. Survival of the fittest. The small handful of people that were still left standing were slowly losing track of their humanity, and mine was already lost to begin with. This world was perfect for me.

The only reason I'd even joined a group in the beginning was because I thought it might up my chances of survival. Not that I needed any protection, I was practically invincible. No, it was simply statistics that conpelled me to join a group.

That group turned out to be a bunch of incompetent losers that accepted death at the first sign of trouble. Our camp had been overrun by just a few little zombies, I was the last one standing. Fucking fantastic.

I wasn't completely giving up on the idea of a group, though. It would be great to join a crew of people who were just as determined to survive as me. I hated to admit it to myself, being the anti-social piece of garbage that I was, but there's definitely power in numbers. Especially these days.

Wandering across country alone, without a care in the world in a stolen car was fine for now, though. I liked being alone. But finding other humans, humans who stand a chance in this world, was definitely on my to-do list. Because there really is power in numbers.

And I really needed sex.

A/N

This story is coming along a lot quicker than is usual for me.

If you like my work I would really love it if you'd check out my other story 'Pillow Talk'.

It's a Jikook story that takes place on a university campus. I've just entered it into the Watty's so I'd appreciate all and any support. <3

S/o to my best friend Hekla who supports my stories so much. Thank you for telling me when I make typos so I can fix them, Love you bro. U make my heart go Bambam.

-Jamie

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