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Yoongi's POV

"I'd love it if I could go to sleep now, it's kind of been a long day," I stated, keeping my face straight but my voice pleading. I really didn't want to have this conversation at the moment.

But when Kim Seokjin wanted to talk to you there was no getting out of it. The man had mastered the art of reading and manipulating people, he could get you to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets if he wanted to.

Thankfully, he only used his profound skills for the good of others, sort of taking the position of therapist as well as our medic.

"I'm not forcing you to stay," Jin shrugged. I was about to stand up and leave, "But you know just as well as I do, that you won't be doing much sleeping,"

I considered this for a second before sighing in defeat. I lowered myself slowly down into my chair across from Jin's, giving in, knowing Jin was right. Jin was always right.

I could never resist Jin's offers of help. I acted as though talking to him was this giant burden but in reality, my talks with Jin were a great comfort to me. I wouldn't dare tell any of the others what I'd told Jin.

"I've noticed a change in you lately," Jin said, peering invasively at me, "it's subtle, but I've noticed,"

"Oh yeah? What sort of changes?" I questioned, not entirely sure if I knew Jin was talking about. I felt pretty much the same as normal; tired and empty.

"You seem more relaxed than usual," Jin said, standing up and shutting the door to the empty classroom we currently occupied, the one Jin had claimed as his office.

"Do you have any theories yet?" I asked, deciding to spark up a cigarette, complimentary of Jung Hoseok. He kept getting me things I enjoy during his supply runs, like cigarettes and booze. I couldn't figure out why but I wasn't complaining.

I really was curious to know just how well Jin picked up on my mood and behavior. Our medic was strangely interested in our emotional situation, which made him especially concerned with me for some reason. I guess he sensed just how fucked up I was and decided to take me on as his personal charity case.

"You're screwing someone," Jin stated casually. The cigarette hanging from my lips almost fell out as I opened my mouth in shock. I quickly saved it with my hands, burning my index finger slightly in the process. Every cigarette was precious in the apocalypse.

I quickly composed my surprised expression into an indifferent-but-slightly-interested one and brought the cigarette back to my lips, taking in a long puff to settle my shock.

"Is that so?" I raised an amused eyebrow, "who is this fellow that I'm screwing?"

Jin gave a satisfied smile, my reaction was clearly exactly what he'd been hoping for.

"My guess would be Hoseok, because of the subtle flirting and how he keeps getting cigarettes for you," Jin said, studying my reaction to see if he was correct in his assumptions.

"Well," I began, trying my best not to smile at his guess, "you're going to have to take another guess, Doc,"

The truth is I really liked Hoseok. He was the sort of person I would have dated before the world went to shit. I hadn't always been a piece of shit asshole with no emotions, I used to date, I'd had a family, I'd even had a dog that I'd loved more than anything. Hoseok would have fitted right into my old life, with his cheerfulness and his passions for the small things in life.

This was a different world, though. I was a different person than I used to be, I was more 'guarded' as Jin would describe it. Nowadays I wouldn't go anywhere near a guy like Hoseok, I wasn't willing to get close to anyone, especially someone who could make a lasting impression on me.

There's no guarantee that the people you know will live past the next few hours. I wouldn't allow myself to get invested in people because I couldn't go through the process of losing them.

Jin knew all this, being the damn people-genius that he is.

"So you admit it?" Jin asked, raising an eyebrow himself now, "you're screwing someone?"

"It's just physical, doctor," I smiled mockingly, taking a drag from my almost finished cigarette, then raising it to eye-level so I could watch the spark slowly burn away the paper, "We both need it, it's a sort of relief. Neither of us have any emotional connection,"

"Is that healthy?" Jin asked, I thought I could sense a hint of judgment in his voice. I laughed dryly.

"You're the medic, Jin," I stood up and put the cigarette out on the chair I'd been sitting in, leaving a charred black circle in the wooden surface, "in my opinion, there's nothing unhealthy about it. It's just sex,"

"And if the guy in question develops feelings for you?" Jin asked right before I could make my exit.

"Jin," I turned and smiled at him once more, "Taehyung's insane, I'm sure he'll be fine,"

//flashback//

I was pushed up against a beat up car, the owners of which had left it in the middle of the highway, along with the hundreds of others.

The pile up of traffic had been unavoidable, I had known that. Of course everyone would take to the road immediately after the outbreak, everyone was just as aware as I was that this had to be what it looked like.

It's not like the movies. When the outbreak happened there was no hesitation. No questioning. No disbelief.

There was only panic.

Everyone knew what this meant. We all knew this was the end.

When the cars had completely stopped on the highway I knew I'd made a mistake. Leaving the city along with the crowd had been the obvious, yet detrimental choice.

The rows upon rows of cars were now swarmed with the crowd of screaming people, all trying to fight their way from the heard of zombies coming in from the city we'd just left behind.

I couldn't move at all, the people running passed me shoved me against the red Range Rover, crushing me into it's side.

I'd stopped panicking a while ago, the tears rolling down my cheeks had almost dried. There was no escape.

I accepted death right then and there.

"Dude, get in,"

It took me a moment to realize the voice I'd heard over the colossal rucuss had come from the car I was pushed up against. It took me another moment to realize the word were directed at me.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Get in the fucking car!" A boy, maybe a few years younger than me, was sitting in the drivers seat of the car.

That's when I realized the crowd of people had momentarily thinned out, giving me space to move again.

I quickly threw open the passenger side door and jumped into the car without even a second's hesitation.

As soon as I'd landed inside, before I'd had the chance to close the door, the boy was pushing me against the back of the seat. He leaned over me and whirled his hand up, burying a knife into the scull of a growling, human monster only inches from my face.

The body fell to the ground limply and I slammed the door shut. As the boy started driving I realized I was covered in a warm, black liquid.

It was blood.

"You okay?" The boy asked, directing the car off the road and away from the whirlwind of insanity.

"I'm fine," I mumbled and the tone of my voice stopped him from speaking further, "why did you save me?"

The blunt question seemed to catch the boy off guard, he looked perplexed for a second before carefully wording his answer.

"I don't see the point in surviving alone," he said, eyes hard, focused on the land in front. "I'm Jungkook by the way,"

"Yoongi," I said curtly.

"So, Yoongi, how are you enjoying the end of the world so far?"

Jimin's POV

My breath came out shaky, almost choked, due to my throat being constricted. I forced oxygen in and out of my lungs evenly, making sure to take deep breaths. I counted each breath, waiting for the moment it became easier to draw them.

Inhale, exhale, repeat.

My eyes had started spilling silent tears a while ago, every hitch in my unstable breathing bringing on a new wave of tears. I couldn't stop them yet, not until I'd regulated my breathing.

I leaned my forehead against the cold concrete wall of 'my room', hands resting, open palmed, on it's hard surface.

"Stop crying," I whisper, slamming one open hand on the wall in frustration, "just stop crying. Stop it you coward,"

I eventually gave in to my emotions and let out my first sob, turning and sliding down the wall to rest on the floor. I buried my head in my knees, allowing myself to cry freely for once.

A fully blown panic attack was rare for me these days, I thought I'd grown accustomed to this new world.

I guess not.

"Jimin?"

There was a knock on the door after the soft voice sounded through it. I froze, immediately wiping my face dry and fixing my composure.

"What do you want, Jungkook?" I tried making my voice sound normal. I added a bit of annoyance into my tone, just to get Jungkook to back off.

"Oh don't even try that, I heard you crying," Jungkook said, "just let me in, I'll give you some of my soup,"

I chuckled humorlessly, sensing the overwhelming panic I'd been feeling starting to melt away. Jungkook's voice often had that effect on me.

"It's not locked, you idiot," I say, my tone amused.

Jungkook entered, wearing clean clothes and an uncertain smile on his lips. He was always the first to change out of his gear and wash up. He looked infinitely more comfortable when he wasn't covered in blood and guts.

"Jimin, I'm sorry about today," Jungkook whispered as he sat down beside me. I could feel him looking at me as I focused straight ahead, avoiding his gaze completely.

"It's not your fault Taehyung can't follow orders," I said, "I'm mostly angry at Namjoon for the poor strategy,"

"Still, I'm sorry you had to go through that, must've been hard," Jungkook spoke softly, as if he was worried that if he spoke to loud I would start crying again.

"I'm not scared of dying, Jungkook, I stopped being scared a while ago," I started, Jungkook listening silently, "at some point in every single mission I think 'I'm going to die', and I'm never afraid,"

"Then what was different," Jungkook asked.

I wasn't aware until he said it that there'd been any difference. I hadn't questioned it until now, putting my over-emotional reaction on my recent lack of sleep or something I'd built up over time.

But I had been afraid, I just hadn't realized.

But Jungkook had noticed, the way Jungkook always noticed. He knew this was bigger than the usual panic tears I shed every single mission. They were all used to me being a giant pussy when it came to missions. Jungkook saw through me, he saw that this was different.

"It was different because," I paused, processing the fact for myself before sharing it, "I may not be afraid of dying, but I'm sure as hell afraid of dying alone,"

Jungkook stayed quiet.

"I'd be content with dying in combat, dying beside you and Taehyung," I continued, "but in that moment, today, I was sure no one would come for me. I was completely alone. I felt so abandoned, I was so scared,"

"I wouldn't let you die alone," Jungkook whispered, making me laugh once again.

"I appreciate the sentiment but I know that's bullshit. You won't always be able to save me,"

"I'll always try, Jimin,"

Jungkook's fingers lightly touching my chin startled me for a second before I realized he was simply trying to turn my face to look at him. I gave in and turned my head to face him.

His eyes conveyed some emotion I couldn't identify, some burning sadness or longing. I had seen that look in Jungkook's eyes before.

"We're a team, Jimin. You and I," he said quietly, "I will always try to keep you safe,"

"Why?" I asked, the words catching in my throat for a second before coming out in a whisper. I couldn't for the life of me understand Jungkook's motivation to care so much for me, "why me?"

Jungkook smiled weakly, letting the fingers that still remained on my chin, trail up until he was cupping my cheek. His thumb trailed minuscule circles on it, soothingly.

"Jimin, you really should have figured it out by now," He spoke, inching closer and finally closing the gap between us, connecting his lips to mine.

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