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Roadside // Platonic!BTS x Female!Reader Oneshot

You had always thought the scariest part of this new world was the undead. You had been proven entirely wrong the night before, with the real terror showing itself as humanity.

Summary: BTS and Reader in a post-apocalyptic world based on elements of The Walking Dead, specifically the 'Claimers', and Train to Busan. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

Cross-posted on AO3: Here

Contains: Rape/non-con elements, Zombie Apocalypse Au, Anxiety/Panic attacks, Non-sexual intimacy, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending

This is my first work and Not Beta Read.

5752 words

Note:

Hi everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read. I have been working on this story for quite a while without the intent to post, but I thought it would be a good idea to share this and get some feedback. In the future I would be interested in rewriting this or adding a part 2, so please let me know if you have any suggestions!

Thanks again, and enjoy!

You had always thought the scariest part of this new world was the undead. You had been proven entirely wrong the night before, with the real terror showing itself as humanity.

You were sitting on the ground, trying to avoid the sense of shame wash over you. You were no longer a strong, fearless woman who wasn’t afraid to take risks and jump headfirst into any sign of danger. Instead, you were now withdrawn and hollow, consumed by fear and self-doubt.

‘How are you feeling?’ Namjoon quietly asks, crouching in front of you so he can see your face. You avoid eye contact, too ashamed to see the look of pity that you expect to be in his eyes.

‘Okay,’ you respond softly, watching an ant crawl up your shoe. The leather of your boot was worn out and covered in dry mud, with a hole wearing out the sole. It seemed so trivial, to be worrying about your shoe, but you’ll need to get a new pair soon. You flick the ant, losing it on the bloody road, wishing you could take its place and have the earth swallow you up.

It’s silent for a moment, Namjoon not knowing what to say. You couldn’t blame him, none of the boys knew how to treat you. They were tiptoeing around you and it made you even more ashamed as to how far it felt like you had fallen. From a brave woman who they could trust to watch their backs, to a frightened girl who had curled up in a ball to shield themself from the world.

You could feel Namjoon’s frown as he contemplated what to do. His hand twitched, as though wanting to provide you with some physical comfort yet not wanting to trigger you as Seokjin had unwillingly done previously.

None of them would ever be able to forget that heart-wrenching cry as you tried to protect yourself from hands you thought would harm you. Seokjin’s hands. His only intention was to provide you with the comfort he thought you needed. To treat the bruises and cuts on your face and to wipe away the tears that were covering your cheeks. Instead, you were consumed by fear as your instinct was to escape the large hands coming towards you, no longer wanting to feel the pain of hits that would leave marks on your skin. No longer wanting to be near hands that would manhandle you like a doll, without any control over your body.

Your face was hurting. Your body was aching. You needed to get out of here.

The lingering metallic smell of blood makes you want to throw up. You could taste it in your mouth, alongside a vile aftertaste that reminded you of the violation that had occurred to your body.

You didn’t want to be reminded of the events that transpired hours earlier. You no longer wanted to feel exposed on the open road. You wanted to find sanctuary. Any safe place where you could cover yourself with a blanket, curl up and not have to look or speak to anybody. You couldn’t handle the nervous energy in the air around you, especially knowing it was all your fault.

‘Are we leaving soon?’ You inquire. Namjoon’s eyebrow rises, and he glances quickly over to Yoongi and Hoseok who are silently watching a few metres away, you follow his glance, making eye contact with Hoseok. The feeling of making eye contact with someone made you feel sick, as it reminded you of how that sick man who had hurt you hours earlier forced you to look at his face. Keep fucking looking at me bitch.

You stop yourself from thinking of those events, redirecting your attention back to Namjoon. He tries to get a good look at your face, though you are more interested in the mud on your boots.

‘We can move as soon as you feel ready.'

You nod, slightly lifting your head to look at his appearance. He looks worn out and the shadows under his eyes don’t make him look any better. The cut on his lip draws your attention, blood still trickling down his chin. He feels your glaze and wipes his face with his sleeve. You had seen enough blood tonight.

‘I’m ready.'

He stands, and waits a moment, as if contemplating before making his decision and giving you his hand. Forcing yourself to not hesitate, you take it, despite the action making your skin crawl. You force yourself to remember. This is my family; they will not hurt me.

As you stand you feel Seokjin’s attention on your and you tilt your head so you can look at his feet, not brave enough to meet his eyes due to how you had reacted to him earlier.

Namjoon slowly places his hand around your elbow as you look at Seokjin’s shoes, guiding you to the bags where the others; Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook are sitting. As you approach, they quickly look up at you and Namjoon in silent question.

‘We’re leaving’ Namjoon confirms. Neither reluctant nor urgent, they stand, gathering your and their brothers’ belongings and returning bags to each other.

You feel a presence behind you, and it makes your heart rate speed up. You hunch over slightly, though would have bent in half if Namjoon didn’t move to hold you up. As you’re about to yell to protect yourself from the threat, you realise it is only Yoongi and Hoseok who have come from behind you to also pick up their bags. You straighten up, feeling ashamed again, looking around to see if anyone else caught your moment of weakness. You find yourself looking at Seokjin again.

He looks at you with an expression that you couldn’t depict well, the only fitting description could be sympathy, as he takes in your bloody form. He makes his way towards you, catching the attention of everyone.

He stops in front of you and lifts up your chin as it had fallen down as he approached.

‘Hyung, maybe you shouldn’t…’ Namjoon goes to stop him. Afraid that Seokjin touching you would set you off again.

But Seokjin ignores him, forcing you to make eye contact with him. This time you catch the warmth in his eyes, not lust like you had seen in that man’s eyes earlier. Instead of the feeling of fear and humiliation, you feel safe. You feel protected. You don’t shy away from him and you give him the bravest look you can muster.

A choked-up ‘Jin’ is all you say. Despite it being broken and barely decipherable, that’s all it takes for him to slowly wrap his arms around you. He uses a hand to guide your head to his neck. You hold in your sob. No one can make you feel as protected as Seokjin. Without him, you wouldn’t have survived day one. He was your protector and he was your brother. And he was there.

‘We’ve got you’ is all he says and that’s all you need.

Each step was a physical reminder of the night before. The continuous throb between your legs made you increasingly aware of the blood and other fluids that were coating your underwear. You were aware of the boys’ eyes on you, making sure that you weren’t going to pass out from exhaustion. No one had gotten rest since the night before.

You had shuffled along for hours now, making significant distance from the rusty car where you were the previous night. Seokjin was guiding each step, refusing to let one of the other boys help you despite also feeling the effects of the lack of sleep.

Surprisingly, it was Jungkook who eventually sat down in the middle of the road, refusing to get up till everyone had a rest.

‘We need to find somewhere safe to sleep tonight’ Jimin groans as he stretches out his tired muscles, Yoongi swatting his foot away when it landed on top of his thigh.

‘We’re not in any condition to be sleeping on this road’ Jungkook agrees, as he starts handing out a water bottle to you and your companions.

Taehyung hums in agreement, taking his backpack off to retrieve the map.

‘There seems to be a couple of houses down here, just past the river’ he says pointing to an area to show Namjoon, their group declared leader. ‘We can make our way here. There should also be some stores nearby for us to restock our supplies.’

Namjoon nods his head in approval, accepting a drink from Hoseok who passes him one of the water bottles to help his dried throat. He glances at you. Noticing the lack of life in your eyes, your inability to focus. And he isn’t the only one to catch it.

‘You doing okay, kid?’ Yoongi asks, his question snapping you out of your daze and realising the eyes that were on you and the water bottle that was being offered.

You nod, sniffling a bit. ‘Just tired’. Yoongi shows no expression yet slightly nods to show he understands, reaching to pass the water to Seokjin.

Seokjin accepts the water bottle from Yoongi to give you a sip. Your hands were starting to shake, exhaustion setting in, making you incapable of holding the water bottle steady. You appreciate the way Seokjin says it, knowing he doesn’t want to make you feel like you’re holding them back. ‘I say we put in one last effort to find some shelter and then we crash for a couple of days.’

Everyone nods in agreement, zipping up their bags in preparation to set off. Jungkook happens to glance at you as he puts his bag back on and notices the blood patch on the back of your jeans.

‘Hey,’ he says to you quietly, gaining your attention as well as an audience of Seokjin and Yoongi. ‘You’re, um, still…’ he gestures shyly, dismissing what he was going to say and replacing it with ‘I’ve got a spare blanket if you want one for your legs’.

You know what he’s trying to imply. The patch was growing embarrassingly big and you felt the familiar feeling of humiliation growing again. You nod mutely, reaching your hand to accept the blanket before another pair of hands intercepts it.

Without you asking, Yoongi starts to wrap the edges around your shoulders, the length of the grey material being long enough to cover your chest and legs. Your hand goes to his arm, your body feeling a bit tense at his close proximity, causing you to unconsciously prepare for a situation where you need to push his body from yours. He ignores the tension as he tucks in the corners of the blanket so it’s trapped against your body.

‘How does that feel?’ he asks softly, not looking at your eyes, instead holding the hand that had grabbed his bicep. You go to move it in embarrassment but he stops you. His thumb draws circles on the back of your hand.

‘Okay.’ you respond. Okay seems to be the only word you can force out of your mouth but it’s enough to receive a satisfied sound from the man opposite you.

You whisper a quiet ‘thank you’ to both Yoongi and Jungkook before allowing Seokjin to wrap his arms around you, supporting most of your weight.

Jimin makes his way to your group of four, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

‘Can I help you?’ he requests before glancing to address Seokjin. ‘You need to rest more Jin-Hyung.

You see Seokjin about to protest but you interrupt him. ‘I don’t mind,’ you think for a moment before an attempt of a smile rises on your face. ‘Jimin is the perfect height for me to lean on anyway’. Even though it was a poor attempt at a joke at the expense of Jimin’s height, the boys still gave you forced laughs at your effort.

They would give you anything if it was to make you smile.

Once again, bags are picked up and handed to their owners. The group continues on.

~ ‘Well, this is it. Home, sweet home’ Jimin announces, lifting his axe, getting ready to clear out the building. Its white exterior blinds you because of the sun, but the man-made structure brings a sense of comfort after walking on the road for so many hours.

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself’ Namjoon says looking at the exterior. ‘We don’t know if it’s safe yet’. He looks around at the group, ignoring the disgruntled looks he gets in return.

‘Jimin, Jungkook and Hobi-ah. You three go in and clear. Yoongi-hyung and I will back you up’.

Seokjin and Taehyung take a seat next to you on the grass straight away as they prepare to wait for the others to finish clearing the home. Hoseok leads the group around the exterior of the house, back to the front door. In the process, the groups knock on the outside walls to lead out any undead towards the front door. It is always safer to have more space Namjoon had said. It also helps to know how many there are, we’ll be able to hear them before we go in.

It reminded you of the times when you’d be the first one in, running head-on into danger that usually results in you getting yelled out for your recklessness. Now, you don’t even feel motivated to get on your feet.

Taehyung sighs and leans his head onto Seokjin’s shoulder. ‘I can’t wait to sleep in an actual bed’ he mutters.

Seokjin hums in agreement. ‘I know. Seems like it’s been so long since we’ve had a roof over our heads.'

You force yourself to not yawn as you look up to the blinding sun. The first thing you wanted to do was to clean yourself off. The wetness of your inner thighs had hurt from chaffing and that constant pain continued to remind you of what had happened.

Your eyes start to prick, not only from the heat of the sun but the pure exhaustion that had consumed your body. You can’t help but start to cry softly, moving your head to tuck your face between your blanket-covered legs.

As you weep you feel a soft hand on your back and another on your hand. You look up to see the deep brown eyes of Taehyung as he looks at you with sorrow.

‘Can I do anything for you, Sweetheart?’ he asks, coaxing a response from your weary figure.

A simple utterance of ‘clean’ is all you need to say. He looks at you for a moment before shifting his gaze to address his hyung.

‘We’ll be back soon Jin-hyung’ he states, leaving no room for rebuttal. After grabbing two bars of soap from his bag, he gently pulls you to your feet and leads you back to the river your group had passed minutes earlier.

‘Will he be okay by himself?’ You ask Taehyung softly, concerned for your older friend. You didn’t like the idea of leaving any of your group members by themselves. The fear of abandonment was still prominent for all of you after being forced to flee from sanctuaries on many different occasions. Different incidents have led to group members being separated from the group, leaving members to fend for themselves in this dangerous and unpredictable world. You knew firsthand how difficult it was to survive in solitude. The looming sense of loneliness was a punishment in itself.

‘Who? Jin-Hyung? He’ll be fine’ Taehyung responded cheerfully, holding your waist to guide you over a large root. ‘The others will be almost finished clearing out our new home soon anyway so he won’t be by himself much longer!’

After a couple of metres, you both hear the river, following its sound until you see its blue hues. The water makes the sun seem even brighter, yet the cool breeze creates a certain humidity that makes you relax.

A thought suddenly comes to you, making you freeze from fear. Does Taehyung expect you to strip in front of him?

Living in the apocalypse with seven men might lead many to believe that the only woman would remain docile and courteous of crossing boundaries. But the eight of you dismissed societal norms. It was the apocalypse. No one had cared. Regularly, you had no choice but to clean your clothes in random streams and rivers on your travels. Nobody was there to stop your group when you’d all get naked to clean the undead’s blood off your skin. Besides, your clothes needed to dry. Despite the group's social isolation, the men still respected you as the only woman in the group, never letting their eyes travel inappropriately. Their respect for you, however, had never stopped you from appreciating them on occasion, though you wouldn’t be the first to admit it.

At this moment, you knew that Taehyung would never look at you in a way that would make you uncomfortable. Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but tense up at the thought of the man seeing you in your vulnerable state.

You were relieved yet startled when Taehyung seemed to be aware of this as he made his way into the river. Fully clothed.

You show a faint smile ‘Tae, I don’t think that’s going to be very effective in cleaning your skin.’

He only gives you a grin, dipping his head under the water. ‘Come on, Slow Poke!’ he waves his hand, gesturing for you to join him. ‘It feels beautiful’.

You make your way into the cold water, stopping occasionally to get used to the feeling.

The cool water felt like a luxury and alongside a cool breeze, it helped you to slow your breathing and reduce the panic that had been growing. You tilted your head back, the water muffling your hearing, and your eyes closed, attempting to relax. You slowly let your feet rise from the river ground, your body floating slightly as you let yourself drift into Taehyung’s direction.

When you reach him, he moves before you to take your hands, grabbing your attention.

‘How do you feel now?’

You start breathing quicker, reminded of what made you want to get in the water in the first place. ‘I need to get these clothes off.’

‘I’ll turn around. But let me know if you need anything, okay?’ He says, after slowly nodding.

You start to get teary, a small ‘okay’ escaping your mouth.

True to his word, Taehyung turns around and keeps his eyes alert for potential threats. After a couple of seconds of making sure he won’t turn around, you begin to take off your shirt.

You know it’s dumb to think Taehyung would turn around, but you can’t help but be fearful of having eyes on your naked body. You had already experienced that feeling more than you would have liked.

Your skin was covered in cuts and bruises. After taking off your shirt and bra, you look at the flesh on your chest. Your breasts had marks from the hands that had roughly groped and pulled at your skin. Cute fucking titties, slut.

You let your hands wipe your arms and chest, slowly tracing the marks left on your body. You slowly bring your hand to the cut on the left side of your hip, a shallow wound that was only the length of a small needle. It stung as you slightly traced your hand over it, your fingers making your way down to unbuckle your belt. If you keep fighting, I’m gonna have to gut you, whore.

The belt had been useless to you. It had been more useful to the man. He had used it to tie up your wrists, assisting him in pinning your arms underneath both of your weights. It had left ugly purple marks around your wrist, and it made your fingers tingle when remembering the pain. If you keep wriggling bitch, the belt’s gonna get tighter.

After a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure Taehyung wasn’t looking, you take a deep breath before you slowly begin to pull down your jeans. Look at your fucking pussy.

Can’t wait to fuck it.

You’re such a fucking whore aren’t you?

If you don’t stop fucking moving, I’m gonna fuck you dry. Ya hear me?

‘You okay?’ It’s distant but it snaps you out of your memories. Taehyung. You let out a small sob. You can’t do this.

‘Tae. I need your help.’ You sniffle, slowly turn around to see him giving you a concerned glance. Keeping his eyes on yours. He approaches you, lifting his finger to catch the tear rolling down your cheek.

‘I’m here, you’re okay. What do you need me to do?’ He asks, grabbing your clothing that is starting to sink below the water. ‘Do you want to leave the water, Darling? You think that might help?’

You shake your head. You don’t think you could handle being naked without something like the water covering you.

‘I can’t take off my pants’ You feel like an idiot. Like a child. You feel useless. And those feelings get worse when you begin to cry even more, your shoulders shaking and your throat constricting as you try to avoid showing your tears to Taehyung.

He grabs your shoulders lightly and turns you around slowly.

‘Just wait a second’ he says softly, not mentioning your tears. You’re grateful. You patiently wait, hearing sounds of clothing hitting the water.

‘Here.’ Keeping your back to him, he wraps the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt around your waist, trying to stick the material to cover your backside where your jeans were still slightly pulled down. ‘I’m not looking, and my shirt will cover to make sure I can’t see. Does this help?’

Repressing your sniffles, you nod and move your hands to pull down your jeans again. You hear Taehyung turn around in the water and start to hum. Listening, you begin to take off the rest of your clothing, letting his melody distract you from your thoughts.

‘I’m done.’ You state emotionlessly as you turn your head to give Taehyung the remainder of your clothing. He in turn grabs your clothes, while passing you one of the bars of soap. Still humming his song, he starts to wash your clothes with the other.

You turn your head in humiliation, knowing that he’s going to see the disgusting state your panties and jeans were in.

‘I’m sorry’

He stops his humming.

‘For what?’

You shrug, feeling his eyes at the back of your head. You bring your arms to cover your breasts, starting to feel the effects of the cold water more prominently. ‘It’s gross.’ He doesn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, but you can hear the rough rubbing of his soap on your clothes slow down. You both just listen to the water moving as Taehyung moves your clothes around in the water.

‘You don’t have to apologise.’ He says softly, ‘They’re just clothes. We can find you something new if you don’t want to wear these again’.

‘I don’t mean the clothes… I mean… sorry you have to deal with me…’

You feel his gaze on the back of your head, and his voice hardens.

‘Don’t say that. I’m here because I want to be. And we’re staying because we love you.’

He sighs shallowly and you hear him start scrubbing at your clothes again. ‘It’s okay to need help, Sweetheart’.

You don’t say anything, feeling a lump in your throat. Only if I deserve help.

When the house comes back into sight, you see Jungkook and Jimin talking while grabbing Taehyung’s bag from the ground where he had left it. Both boys look up as you approach the building, Taehyung’s arm giving you exhausted body support.

While you were exhausted, you felt much more refreshed. The cool water had soothed your chaffing and had relieved the throbbing of your bruises, but with the sun starting the set, you were starting to shiver in the breeze.

Jimin left Jungkook to pick up Taehyung’s bag and walked to meet you and Taehyung, standing on your other side. You gave him a weak smile and allowed him to wrap his arm around your waist. He gave you a soft smile in response.

‘How are you feeling?’

You look up at him. ‘Much better, I’m all clean now.’

Once the words leave your mouth, the events of the night before hit you again, the reason you were so dirty in the first place. The boys sense a shift in your moods, and their smiles quiet down as the three of you follow Jungkook into the house.

It felt strange to step into a house again, especially one which had been abandoned for however long it had been since the dead became undead. There was a layer of dust on every surface, and cobwebs in every corner. You spotted Namjoon using an old towel. Starting to rid the house of said cobwebs and dust on every surface.

Every room of the house seemed to be in a state of disrepair, from mouldy couches to cracked paint. Rooms that were once filled with laughter, joy and family were now empty and desolate.

After being abandoned for many years, this house is a testament to the passing of time and the inevitability of decay in this world.

‘We’ve set up the beds!’ Hoseok’s loud voice and echoing footsteps through the passageway make you jump in fear, forcing Taehyung and Jimin to tighten their hold before you crumble to the floor.

Hoseok’s smile falls from his face straight away when he sees you, realising you had been frightened by his sudden approach. There is a moment of silence before Seokjin makes his way out of a room adjacent to where Hoseok had stopped.

‘Well, what are you waiting for? Show the others your set up’ He says, making his way past everyone. His normalcy is what snaps everyone else back into gear, you, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook following Hoseok into the room at the back of the house.

This room, like the others, was filled with cracked paint and scratched floors, the only difference being a fresh breeze coming through the open window and the mattresses that had been placed next to each other in the middle of the floor.

It almost felt homely.

‘Looks great, Hyung!’ Taehyung says cheerfully, moving his arm from your shoulder to grab his bag off Jungkook. ‘I dibs this spot!’

Jungkook gives a grin and goes to grab him, ‘No way, I already called dibs, and so did Hyungs! You’re over by the toilet!’

Leaving the two youngest boys to fight over their sleeping positions, Hoseok turns to you.

‘Your mattress is over here, in the corner’ He leads you over the two queen mattresses to the single one in the corner. There are already pillows and blankets set up for you, and someone had already placed your bag on the bed.

You give Hoseok a nod and immediately sit down sighing as you take your boots off your feet.

‘Where did you get all the mattresses from?’ You hear Jimin ask, you tune in, busy trying to untie your laces with your shaky hands. You still need to replace your boots.

‘There are quite a few rooms in the house,’ you hear Hoseok say in return as they turn to leave the room, ‘Two guest bedrooms and a room for twins, I think. Enough for six, and two can stay on watch.’

Normally your group would only need one person on watch, but considering the circumstances, you can understand why everyone would be on edge.

Finally kicking off your boot, and feeling utterly drained, you collapse onto the bed, pulling the blanket over your whole body. As you feel yourself start to sob from everything that has been weighing on you, you turn your back to the rest of the room and curl up against the wall.

You hear Jungkook and Taehyungs bickering start to quiet down, both hearing your sobs.

You’re exhausted, both mentally and physically. You bury your head into the pillow, trying to quiet your breathing and muffle your cries.

‘Y/n?’ Jungkook says uncertainly, but you don’t answer, your sobbing only getting louder.

‘Jungkook, Taehyung,’ you hear a voice from the door. Yoongi. ‘give her some space, she’s exhausted.’

You hear them hesitantly shuffle out of the room, slowly closing the door behind them. As soon as the door closes, your cries get louder.

Tears streaming down your face, and your thoughts spiralling out of control, you try to take deep breaths, hoping it would take all the pain away. Each breath hurts your chest and the invisible sadness pushes against your lungs. You couldn’t lift it.

As exhaustion hit, your sobs began to subside, but the ache remained. The ache between your legs, your swollen eyes and your sore throat are a constant reminder. The salty tears rolling across your lips reminded you of the cut on Namjoon’s face.

Your body shakes with the intensity of your sobs, feeling the mattress beneath you fade away, completely focused on the wave of panic coming across your body.

The tightness in your chest made it hard to breathe. With your thoughts spiralling out of control, you start gasping for air, feeling like you’re suffocating. Your heart is beating like a jackhammer and you feel like you’ve completely lost control.

Eventually, your hyperventilation diminishes, but the sadness lingers through your chest, and the fear remains during your sleep.

Humiliation. Utter humiliation. The cold air on your legs contributed to the goosebumps that rose on your skin. The feeling of multiple eyes on you made you feel sick.

It had been a still night like all others. You had been settling down on an abandoned road, using a rusty car wreck as shelter from the icy wind. You hadn’t had a proper meal in weeks, food had been scarce since leaving your last sanctuary.

The fact that you and your group had even met each other was lucky. On the day of the outbreak, the eight of you were all travelling in the same train carriage on the way to Busan. When the train was eventually overrun by the undead, you and the boys had joined together to protect each other from the flesh-eating, decayed humans. If you can even call them that.

Your group had travelled together for months, the real amount of time being unknown. You had all found comfort and trust in one another, over time saving each other’s lives on multiple occasions. An unbreakable bond had formed between you. A bond that could best be described as family.

Other times there had been temporary homes, but due to the dead migrating rapidly and the urgency for supplies, you had kept moving.

It was a couple of days into winter, making travelling on food increasingly difficult. Namjoon had suggested a gated community. There would be enough buildings to scavenge and perhaps somewhere to create a home for yourselves, just until the herds of dead moved past.

You and the other 6 men had agreed. Exhausted and hungry, tired smiles had appeared on a few of your faces, excited at the possibility of having a longer break. However, in the midst of your exhaustion, your group had become less careful. You had missed the signs. Cars with no dust on the bonnets, blood splatters and the dead’s corpses near the front gates. You had all been unaware of the living people within the gated community until gunshots threatened your group.

In a panic, you had split ways; Taehyung and Jungkook being separated, while the rest of you ran towards the highway. After a couple of nights, waiting to rendezvous with the two younger boys, the remaining group members had decided to set up a temporary campsite next to a beat-up Honda Civic, which you had immediately claimed as your bedroom.

You had taken a while to fall asleep that night, restless seemingly without reason. Your heart had been beating fast, but you had brushed it off, believing it was regarding the anxiety around the unknowing whereabouts of Taehyung and Jungkook. You had eventually fallen asleep but had been awoken by a living nightmare.

You didn’t know who was supposed to be on watch, and you don’t want to ask. There was no use pointing fingers. All you know is that there had been a strange man with an unnerving smile. He was knocking on your car’s window, looking at your figure lying on the back seats.

You had immediately sat up, backing towards the opposite side of the car. You could hear your brothers arguing with other voices near your group's small fire. Perhaps that fire had been another mistake. Though that wasn’t your main concern.

Hearing pleading tones was unusual for the men in your group.

While you were backing away from the disturbing man at the window, you failed to notice another presence until the car door abruptly opened behind you.

You had been at the mercy of the two men until they swapped places with their three friends who had been holding your brothers at gunpoint. Striking them with their fists whenever they tried to hit back

The men forced your brothers to watch. Horror and distress in their eyes until the sun rose to indicate a new day. Until Taehyung and Jungkook saved you.

Storming onto the road, guns loaded, Taehyung shot the men holding his brothers at gunpoint, and Jungkook shot at the men holding down your arms. After that, he sliced the throat of the one that had been on top of you.

It was over so quickly. The longest night of your life had ended in an instant.

Seokjin was immediately by your side, going to wrap you in his arms, when you screamed in response. You huddled yourself against the car, trying to hide from the hands you thought would hurt you.

They could only look at you.

It wouldn’t usually be a bad thing, but then, it caused shivers to run through your spine. You felt their gazes despite tucking your head into your arms and knees. They used to look at you with admiration and fondness, but that had changed to how they had looked at you then… with despair.

Nothing was ever going to be the same.

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