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happylittledrabbles · 2 years

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The Marriage Pact, Chapter 2

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Pairing: Kojiro Nanjo x Kaoru Sakurayashiki

Chapter Word Count: 3K

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Kojiro and Kaoru finally meet, and they're both less than pleased. Then it gets physical.

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“W-what?!”

Kojiro was dumbfounded. Both at the fact that Kaoru looked like that in real life and the fact that that pretty face was currently pulling the most revolting expression he’d ever seen.

“What do you mean by that?” Kojiro asked defensively, crossing his arms. “We just met. You could have at least said ‘hello’.”

Kaoru copied his stance, crossing his arms and tipping his chin to challenge Kojiro. “Why would I need to say hello to the infamous Joe? It’s a miracle you haven’t been mobbed by girls by now. It’s probably because you have your shirt on for the first time in your life.”

What?

“You…you know my skater name?” Kojiro asked, scratching his jawline in confusion. “Only people in skate club know that.”

“Yeah.” Kaoru didn’t say anything else, just stared at Kojiro with those stunning eyes the color of pure gold that were currently burning a hole in Kojiro’s forehead.

“I…” Kojiro stammered for a good few seconds before stopping to gather his thoughts. “You’re in skate club? Since when?”

Kaoru scoffed and crossed his arms. “It’s so like you to not remember somebody you compete against. Too busy ogling the walking breasts around you, hm?” He blew a lock of hair out of his face, but when it fell back in front of his eyes again, he delicately tucked it behind his ear. The action made Kojiro’s face heat up, and he didn’t have the mind space to question why. “It’s just what I would have expected out a gorilla like yourself.”

“Gorilla?” Kojiro exclaimed, throwing his arms up in objection. “Wow, we’re really pulling the insults out on the first date, huh?”

That seemed to catch Kaoru off guard, who stepped back and softly placed his hand on his chest, his mouth agape and his cheeks dusted with a pink the same shade as his hair. “First…date?”

The two men stared at each other for what felt like eons before Kojiro broke the silence with an adamant shake of the head and a step back, creating even more distance between them. With every sentence they said to each other, they stumbled backward. Eventually, by the time they finish speaking, they’d be on opposite sides of the garden. This was not how Kojiro pictured this meeting to go. But what had he been expecting in the first place? This wasn’t too far off from what would’ve happened had Kaoru not previously recognized him. Kojiro would’ve had to tell him that he wasn’t gay and that he was just looking for a friend, and Kaoru would have not been too jazzed about that. But clearly, Kaoru started off the conversation less than jazzed about his match.

“Um, nevermind.” It was easier to move on than to acknowledge what he just said. “We had a beef against each other?”

Kaoru shook his head. “Not directly. There was a competition with nearly everybody from the club there.” He sighed before pulling up his turtleneck to cover his nose and gathering up his hair to form a ponytail behind him. “Ring a bell?”

“Cherry Blossom?” Kojiro yelled, alerting a passing couple who promptly shuffled away. His eyes raked over Kaoru’s body and face, trying to overlay the blurry image he had of Cherry from that night with the person that was currently standing in front of him. He was undeniably Cherry, but he was still confused as to how The Marriage Pact paired them together.

“Wait, I got matched with the Cherry Blossom? And you’re, you’re…”

Kaoru raised a brow.

“A guy?”

Kaoru’s eyebrows dropped and furrowed in irritation, and he quickly dropped his hair and yanked down his turtleneck. He sighed and shook his head, glancing off to the side because just the sight of Kojiro was making him want to punch something.

“Yes, I’m a man. Is that really so radical that it deserves such a reaction?”

Kojiro was a flurry of stutters and poor excuses that he stopped in the middle because he realized how offensive they were. Finally, he silenced himself, cleared his throat, and stood a step forward, almost as if he was extending an olive branch.

“It’s just that…uh, well, this is awkward. But I’m not gay,” he explained matter-of-factly. However, Kaoru’s response was anything but nonchalant.

“You don’t have to be gay to like men,” he scoffed, crossing his arms and turning to the side to restrain himself further from taking any physical action against the irking figure in front of him. “So, you’re a gorilla and ignorant. What a spectacular combination.”

Before Kojiro could embarrass himself with a response, Kaoru interrupted, “So…does that mean you really aren’t into men?” His voice was softer than before, timider. Vulnerable. “Then…then why did you put men on The Marriage Pact? Or was that a mistake?”

Kojiro could have easily lied. He could have chalked it up to a statistical error and been on his merry way, avoiding Kaoru at all costs during skate club and otherwise never seeing him except in passing on campus. But no, he acted as if he was Pinocchio with a built-in lie detector for a nose because he replied, “No, I put men on there. I just thought it’d be more fun to have a wider pool of people for statistics to pick from.”

Kaoru stroked his arm, his lips pressed together into a firm line. His face looked pained as if somebody was poking him in the ribs with something sharp. He turned his face away in an almost bashful move. Wait…was Kaoru actually getting embarrassed? Kojiro knew the embarrassed expression very well since he’d have to deal with it multiple times weekly whenever a pretty woman would confess to him, pulling the same moves Kaoru was doing now. Except with Kaoru, Kojiro felt something move in his chest. His hand flew up to silence the incessant hammering against his rib cage, but the strawberry blush on Kaoru’s cheeks was making it hard to not stare.

Kaoru inhaled sharply as if the sharp thing poking his ribs impaled him, and he turned his head slightly to face Kojiro, his eyes still on the cobblestones underneath their feet. “Well, would you…would you still like to try this out? Put the pact to the test?”

His golden eyes glimmered with saccharine hope in the dim orange glow of the streetlamp hanging above them as he looked up to meet Kojiro’s panicked gaze.

What Kojiro wanted to say was, Hey, sorry, but guys aren’t my thing. You’re really attractive, though. Like, crazy attractive. I’m sure you’ll find a guy you like. I’ll see you around skate club!

What came out was, “Ha, no way!”

Kaoru’s eyes widened in disbelief, matching Kojiro’s shock in the words he just spat out. His hand flew up to his mouth, clapping over it to prevent any more garbage from spewing out.

“You’re serious?” Kaoru asked in the smallest voice he’d used all night, and Kojiro could swear he saw his bottom lip trembling.

“Well, I mean, yeah. I mean, not like that, though. I just—ugh, I’m not into guys, okay? I’m sorry to disappoint.” He held up to big fat thumbs up as if that would smooth over his entire asshole personality and make Kaoru forget about this entire unpleasant encounter. “I’m sure you’ll find a hot guy you can fall in love with. That just isn’t me, though. Because, uh, I don’t like men.”

Silence fell between them like an inescapable sheet of snow, and it felt suffocating. Kojiro’s chest was stuttering in its breaths, unable to inhale fully while Kaoru’s piercing eyes were analyzing, dissecting, scrutinizing every aspect of his being. A long sigh broke the silence, and Kaoru shifted those unreadable eyes up to the starless, navy sky.

“Well, I suppose that’s that.” He looked back down to the pavement, kicking at a pebble with his Oxfords. “It was nice finally meeting you, Joe. Good luck with everything.”

Kojiro’s view was taken up by Kaoru’s back that shrunk with each passing second until he turned a corner and was gone. It was as if the entire interaction never occurred, and it had all been in Kojiro’s head. He looked at the time on his phone to ensure that this wasn’t a dream, that that had actually happened. Sadly, frustratingly, this was reality, and he had finally met Cherry Blossom in real life. He never imagined that he’d meet the ruler of computerized skateboards like this and in such a hostile manner. Well, it was only hostile because he had to go out of his way to prove that he did not like men. The night left a sour taste in his mouth, and none of the sweets at home could take that foul taste on his tongue away. Neither could he do anything about the fact that all of his dreams that night involved Kaoru. He couldn’t remember the plots of any of them; all he knew was that that lavender scent permeated his dreams and that pink hair glistened enough to make Kojiro reach out to touch it. It was soft as silk.

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The two men continued on with their days as normal. Kojiro didn’t see Cherry on campus or in skate club for quite a while afterward. His skating was incredibly off, so off to the point that the leader, Ainosuke, came over to check if everything was okay. Kojiro went home with a litany of ugly purple and yellow bruises all over his legs and elbows. The color pink and the smell of lavender were cursed for him now. Pink T-shirts were the enemy since they’d appear in his peripheral vision, and he’d whip around to see if it truly was Cherry. He fought the urge to tear out the lavender plants on campus at the roots and toss them in the creek. He didn’t question why he wanted to do those things all because of a random man he talked to for a couple of minutes.

However, after the first few days of Cherry’s disappearance, he suddenly started to see the man everywhere on campus. Awkwardly standing behind him in line at the library café, sitting down to study in the quiet reading room only to notice Cherry across the room from him, and worst of all, when he finally got off the waitlist for a class and nearly crashed into Cherry’s back walking into the same classroom. They had the same movements; they even shared a class even though they had vastly different majors (he looked Cherry up on the student directory as saw that his major was computer science—they both needed to take an expository writing class for core requirements. Such luck).

It got to such a point that he decided to map out the least popular sections of campus and declared those places as his new study locations. On the first day of seeking out a location where Cherry would not be, he rounded the corner only to be absolutely blessed by the smell of lavender and discover Cherry sitting underneath the weeping willow in the beach chair, typing away on his Dell computer.

After class one day, he went straight to the bathroom—not because he actually had to use it, but he wanted to avoid Cherry at all costs, and that meant hiding in the bathroom until the coast was clear to walk in the hallways instead of awkwardly being behind or in front (God forbid next to) of him as they walked outside the building.

He decided to take the time to take a leak before his next class in thirty minutes, saddling up in front of a urinal and unzipping his zipper. Just as he was about to expose himself, the door squeaked open. Usually, he wouldn’t look to see who it was, but the sight of pink in his peripheral made him snap his head to the right to discover Cherry walking in, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and pushing them up.

“No way,” Kojiro grumbled under his breath as he tucked himself away and zipped his jeans back up. He intended it to be quieter, but his voice echoed off the bathroom walls and caused Cherry to raise his head inquisitively.

“What? You said something?” he asked, pulling an AirPod out of his ear.

“You’re stalking me,” Kojiro blurted out, stomping over to Cherry with his arms outstretched in confusion. “Why are you following me everywhere? First, you disappear, then you’re everywhere I go. What game are you playing at?”

Cherry just stood there dazedly with those owlish eyes fixed on him that made Kojiro want to pull them closed.

“I—what?” was all Cherry could say, and it made Kojiro walk around in a circle of frustration, his fingers gripping his hair in exasperation.

“Listen, I get it. I can be pretty hard to give up. I’ve had my fair share of stalkers. But I promise you, this isn’t going to make me fall in love with you.” When he saw that the stunned expression on Cherry’s face hadn’t changed, he added, “And don’t play dumb, just own up to it, Cherry.”

Cherry’s furrowed eyebrows slowly softened, and he calmly took out his AirPods case and popped his AirPods inside, snapping it closed and dropping it into his trousers pocket. He swung his glance upwards to meet Kojiro’s, his eyes no longer surprised. No, now they were cold, calculating.

“First of all, what are you talking about? Second of all, call me Kaoru outside skate club. Third of all, what are you talking about?”

Kojiro had never encountered a stalker so stubborn before. Usually, they fessed up after he had exposed them, but Cherry—Kaoru—was holding out longer than most. Kojiro scoffed and shrugged, motioning to the door with a grand sweeping motion.

“You’re everywhere I am. You get the same coffee order I do. You’re on D level in the library when I’m there when nobody goes to D level except for horny exhibitionist couples. You even registered for the same class after I did it to complete a requirement! You’re trying too hard, Kaoru. It’s obvious.” He rubbed the back of his neck, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. “Listen, we can put this past us if you stop following me everywhere.”

When he opened his eyes again, Kaoru’s face was bright red, clashing with that pink hair of his. Except his face was red from embarrassment and shame like his other stalkers’ faces were. No, this was a livid man, a bull ready to spear his horns into his opponent. And Kojiro, unfortunately, was wearing a red shirt.

“You. Are. Insane.” Kaoru whispered between gritted teeth, his knuckled fists turning white by his sides. “Clinically. You must have a narcissism disorder of some kind to be this delusional.” Before Kojiro could react, the bull stomped over to him, burying his finger in his muscled chest.

“You think I’m following you? I’d much rather follow a garbage truck than follow a muscled testosterone-powered gorilla around campus all day. Do you think I don’t have anything else better to do than watch you accidentally pour salt into your coffee instead of sugar that one day because your brain is running at 2 FPS at most? Also, I went to D level because I never expected a pig-headed man like you to be down there. As for me registering for Organic Chemistry, I forgot that it was a requirement for my major, and I registered last minute. If anything, I thought you were following me.” He paused, out of breath, letting his finger trail down Kojiro’s chest and back to his side. “I thought that whole ‘I don’t like men’ thing was overcompensation, but my Lord, you must be straight to be this stupid.”

“Overcompensation?” Kojiro raised a brow. “You think I’m overcompensating?”

“Is that all you retained from this conversation?!” Kaoru screamed, causing Kojiro to take a step back. He’d never expected Kaoru to actually raise his voice. He’d been keeping it level the entire time, except his tone was dripping in sarcasm and biting with anger. Kaoru took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose before pushing his glasses up with his middle finger, a not-so-subtle way of telling Kojiro fuck you without being undignified. “Kojiro, I am not following you. So stop being so histrionic before I get you sent to the psychiatrist for hallucinations.”

“Hey, stop calling me crazy!” Kojiro yelled. He felt a burst of energy in his arm, his fingers furling and unfurling to try and release energy, but he watched his arm shoot out in slow motion and push Kaoru backward, causing the man to stumble but catch his balance, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.

“You…” Kaoru’s eyes slowly slid from the floor up to Kojiro’s eyes, meeting his petrified expression of fear. “You…!” Kaoru’s eyes, on the other hand, split into bright yellow flames as he took two bounding steps toward Kojiro, the crack of his fist against the man’s jaw echoing off the walls of the bathroom.

Both men slipped and tumbled onto the floor, Kaoru landing beside Kojiro. He began to get up, but before he could gather his balance, Kojiro was on top of him, hand in the air one second and crunching Kaoru’s nose the next. Time seemed to stop, both their eyes wide in shock and their chests rising and falling at a rate that would be considered hyperventilating.

“OWWW!” Blood gushed from Kaoru’s nostrils and traced his cupid’s bow before streaming down his cheek. While Kojiro was too stunned to do anything else, he took the opportunity and lifted his knee and nailed Kojiro in the crotch, sending him careening to the floor with a yowl of primitive pain. However, Kaoru was on top of him before his back hit the floor, his fist poised to return the favor of a broken nose.

Before he could give Kojiro his gift, the door creaked open, the light from outdoors falling onto them and illuminating the gory scene before the professor and student. Silence fell over the bathroom, and for a brief moment, the two battling men met gazes, the same expressions on their faces. It was the one thing they found they had in common since they had first met.

#sk8 kojiro #sk8 joe #sk8 adam #skate the infinity #sk8 the infinity #sk8 cherry #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 matcha blossom #sk8 fanfic #sk8 fanfiction #matcha blossom #sakurayashiki kaoru #kojiro nanjo #sk8 fic rec #sk8 fandom

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pandoraimperatrix · 4 years

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Four Names for Love

Gotham | BatCat | BabyFic | Multi-chapter | Read on AO3

Summary: When Bruce parted ways with Gotham he was leaving behind more than he thought. Meanwhile Selina is trying to find a way to herself after being abandoned again and on top of that she finds out she was left with a lot more than a heartbreak.

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Philia part IX

That kind of work wasn’t her favourite, she liked stealing pretty things, but sometimes, if the offer was good enough, she did some corporate espionage too. She had refused first when offered that job, she usually didn’t know exactly who her clients were, it was all very hush hush to preserve everybody’s involvement identities, but she heard through the grapevine that it was someone working for Lexcorp and she really didn’t want to work for that bald creeper. But then they contacted her again offering a huge additional and since she wasn’t doing anything… It was also nice to have something to distract her from the mess that was her life since Bruce’s return. Selina never thought herself as a creature of routine, but boy she missed her old meek life.

So there she was, doing what she was good at and feeling amazing about it.

Until he came and ruined everything again. For heaven’s sake, was he following her? Couldn’t he just stay out of her business? It is Gotham, she is pretty sure there was a lot of crime happening elsewhere too!

‘Go away!’ She said annoyed but otherwise ignoring his dark looming shadow.

‘Do you even know who are you stealing for? What will they do with it?’

‘I don’t know, I don’t care, I just ask how much they gonna pay me.’

Ignoring him, she finished hacking the alarm she was working on. Bruce, in his ridiculous outfit, followed her.

‘That’s a great standard you’re are setting for Helena.’

Selina stopped in her tracks, turning in his direction with rage coursing through her body, her hand was on her bullwhip before she could stop herself.

‘Don’t you dare! Oh my god, you haven’t changed at all, you still think you are so much better than me, fuck you.’

‘I can’t let you do this, Selina.’ He grabbed her wrist.

Rotating her body, Catwoman freed herself and jumped kicking him on the abdomen, but Batman avoided the hit, nevertheless he had to put distance between them to do that which was the result she wanted.

‘I don’t need your fucking permission, fuck off!’

She ran and he went after her, they ended in a hallway that lead to a dead end, he tried to talk to her again, but Catwoman was having none of that, feeling cornered, she jumped again using his shoulders as support and at the same time digging her diamond sharp claws in his flash. Batman grunted with pain and reached for her again, this time grabbing her by the waist, Selina felt her back shock with his chest armour and was ready to scratch him again when they heard sounds of boots running in their direction.

‘Look what you’ve done, asshole!’

She head-butted him on the nose and used the distraction to get way from his arms and run away. Batman left the scene before being seen by the guards.

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Bruce was in his office at Wayne Enterprises pretending to work when his cell phone stared to buzz.

It was Selina. He looked at the screen puzzled. He didn’t expect her to call, especially after their last encounter. Maybe she was calling to throw him a new string of insults after he ruined her plans the night before. No, she wouldn’t call for that. He felt blood drain from his body, maybe something happened to Helena?

‘Selina? What happened?’

‘Hi!’ A sweet young voice answered whispering. Bruce frowned. ‘Mr. Wayne, it’s Helena. Remember me?’

‘Yes… How can I help you, Helena?’

‘Mom said you couldn’t come this Saturday.’

She had actually sent him a very colourful text saying that she didn’t want to see his ugly face anytime soon and that he wouldn’t appear for breakfast Saturday if he knew what was good for him. Oh the woman of his dreams, the mother of his child. So mature and reasonable.

‘I’m sorry. Is everything okay? Why are you whispering?’

‘Everything is fine, I have to talk like this because I borrowed mom’s phone to call you since I’m not allowed to have one even though everyone in my class have theirs. Anyway, I have a play at school next week and Miss Jones said that I could invite anyone I wanted. Do you wanna come?’

Bruce clicked his pen, Selina would not like that. His nose was hurting like hell, he was using make up and still had to make up stories about hurting himself falling from stairs.

‘Yes. Will be a pleasure. Do I have to bring anything? What part are you playing?’

He smiled at her squeal of delight as she stared explaining to him everything.

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To say that Selina was not happy was an understatement.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Helena invited me.’ He answered, dignified.

‘Are you meeting my daughter behind my back?’

‘She called me.’

‘She… That sneaky little…’

But she didn’t finish the sentence because the lights went down and the curtains opened. Selina sat beside Bruce.

‘I wonder where is Alfred’ he whispered ‘he drove me but disappeared when we arrived.’

‘He likes to record it.’ Bruce followed Selina’s gaze and found his butler in the first row with a camera shouldered by other dads and moms holding theirs. That was something he never imagined he would see again, but a buried flashback of he doing the same thing when he was a kid, before his parents died, played in his head.

A teacher appeared and explained what the play was about. It was a weird play. Aliens from the moon trying to destroy the peace on Earth or something. There was bad guy called Baddy and the hero was called Goody. Whomever wrote that was clearly good with names.

Helena played a tree that Baddy cut to show how evil he was, Helena gave such a dramatic performance of a dying tree that Bruce was very happy that Alfred was getting that on tape. But after she was offstage it was hard to pay attention to the kids instead of the woman fiddling with her hands beside him.

‘Why do you keep doing it?’ He whispered in her ear, her perfume making his slightly dizzy.

Even in the penumbra, he felt the sting of her mean glare.

‘What I do is nothing of your business.’

‘What if you get caught? What happen to Helena, then?’

‘Also nothing of your business.’

‘Not true. Everything related to Helena is my business.’

She snorted.

‘You just found out about her the other day. Don’t be flatter yourself.’

People around shushed them, Selina gave them angry looks.

‘You need to be responsible, Selina.’

‘Oh my god, will you stop? I lived my life and raised my kid for ten years without your advice I don’t need it now!’

A teacher approached them.

‘Miss Kyle, Mr. Wayne’ she blushed when she addressed Bruce, Selina wanted to puke. ‘I need you to leave, other parents are complaining.’

‘I’m very sorry Miss…?’

‘Jones, Andrea Jones.’

‘I’m sorry Andrea, can I call you that? It wasn’t our intention-‘

‘Oh, just come on!’

Selina pulled his arm and they went wait in the hallway, he looked at her hand grabbing him with an eyebrow raised, Selina let go of him like he was made of hot iron.

‘All I wanted was a nice evening with my daughter, why did you have to come ruin everything with your judging, noisiness and flirting with poor school teachers? Why don’t you just craw back from the hole you came from?’

‘Flirting? When did I-?’

‘Oh please! Don’t even try!’

‘I don’t know why you are so angry, I should be the angry one, you know you are putting her in danger, don’t you?’

‘And what you think will happen when people find about your strange little hobby? Pot, you’re black too!

‘Can you both just stop!’

‘Helena!’ Bruce and Selina called at the same time surprised with her sudden appearance, still in her tree costume.

‘What are you doing here, baby?’ Asked Selina.

‘I heard people talking about you fighting, you are embarrassing me!’ Said a very upset Helena, her little face all frowned and red.

‘I’m sorry Helena… I shouldn’t have come.’ Apologised Bruce, crouching to be at Helena’s level.

‘That’s an understatement.’ Muttered Selina bitterly.

‘No mom! Stop that. I know, alright? I know everything.’ She fisted her hands.

‘What?’ Asked Selina horrified.

‘I know you’re my dad, Mr. Wayne…’ She blurted softly.

‘How?’ Bruce whispered.

‘I kinda always did? I mean, why else would Alfie like me so much? And everybody was always talking about you behind mom’s back, how much I was like you. Then mom invited you for breakfast and just confirmed it to me.’

‘Helena…’

‘I don’t know why you left us. Why you didn’t want me back then. But now you’re back and I thought… I thought…’

Bruce fell in on knee.

‘Come here’ she hugged him, crying hard. ‘I’m sorry princess. I didn’t know. I would have never left if I did.’

Selina watched the scene before her weeping in silence, a hand over her mouth holding a sob. Bruce’s words cutting deep.

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I think this is a good place to end this chapter and that means my math is wrong and that the new guy will only come next.

The Baddy play is actually real, it’s from the Japanese all female Musical Theatre troupe Takarazuka.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. See you soon. Sunday?

#batcat #baby batcat #gotham #selina kyle #bruce wayne #catwoman #batman #my fic #Four Names for Love

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rhiezus · 5 years

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1989 As Our Ships, Moments & Characters.

Welcome To New York

This song is kind of annoying but it’s a classic, of course that I thought of Kim Yura and Abe Chiyo first because... c’mon, first Yura was born in New York and second the lyrics is very them... Also a little bit of WNDR? Because of their tour? I mean they getting famous and coming to America, it also reminded me of them a lot because it’s like fame is been waiting for them.

Walking through a crowd, the village is aglow Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats Everybody here wanted something more Searching for a sound we hadn't heard before

I mean you can see why I mentioned WNDR right?

When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors Took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer Everybody here was someone else before And you can want who you want Boys and boys and girls and girls

Also Kim Yura and Abe Chiyo forgetting their past to be together and shit.

Blank Space

Okay I have no idea, I thought of Linlin but... I don’t know, the thing is this album has a lot of “personas” created by Taylor so it’s hard to tell which one of them is who. I have no idea, seriously, let’s just listen and think together.

Style

I was thinking about this one while I was washing the dishes, that’s why I decided to do this today, hehe. Okay so hear me out, first I remembered this whole album I tried to associate with Nayoung years ago but then I was remembering our ships and came up with Julie and Valak, but I was like? Not so much because they are very dragged only by each other, so I don’t know. Then I though of 2sun, I was like, yes? Very much. But then, finally out of nowhere I was... Oh my god this is Ruy and Hai.

The lights are off, he's taking off his coat (mm, yeah) I say, "I heard, oh That you've been out and about with some other girl" Some other girl He says, "What you heard is true, but I Can't stop thinking 'bout you, and I" I said, "I've been there too a few times"

Right? I mean... It was exactly why i thought about them.

Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down (and when we go) We come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

The gays literally never go out of style, that’s why we keep making them.

Out Of The Woods

Oh my baby, I love this song. Funny thing that when this about first launched, I didn’t like this song because I thought it was too repetitive but then when I came across while we were in the mood “nayoung x keun breakup fiasco thing”, I just fell in love with it. Because it’s literally Nayoung’s mind, I just- Yeah. I also I was just thinking about how it reminds me of Danbi and Daehyun too, somehow?

Looking at it now It all seems so simple We were lying on your couch I remember You took a Polaroid of us Then discovered (then discovered) The rest of the world was black and white But we were in screaming color

It makes so much sense, yes. I don’t have much to say about 1989 this album just speaks for itself, I just point the people that it speaks to.

Looking at it now Last December (last December) We were built to fall apart Then fall back together (back together) Your necklace hanging from my neck The night we couldn't quite forget When we decided, we decided To move the furniture so we could dance Baby, like we stood a chance

December? Does it ring a bell? Haha, we knew.

Also, I gotta add this description by Genius, again: The repetitive nature of the chorus reinforces the idea that the fear and nerves that came with the relationship were overbearing and completely took over her thoughts.

When you started crying, baby, I did too But when the sun came up, I was looking at you Remember when we couldn't take the heat? I walked out and said, "I'm setting you free" But the monsters turned out to be just trees When the sun came up, you were looking at me

I wanna cry this is so Nayoung and Keun, for god sakes... Finally they out of the woods kkkjkjk

All You Had To Do Was Stay

Anna and Kuen, I literally just thought of it. Before I thought of Haneul and Hyuntae, but honestly? Totally Anna and Kuen, I can literally see.

People like you always want back The love they gave away And people like me wanna believe you When you say you've changed The more I think about it now The less I know All I know is that you drove us Off the road

Yeah, I mean, I’m still out of words, I’m just trying to make my point cross effectively.

Let me remind you This was what you wanted You ended it You were all I wanted But not like this

Yes?? Also, she repeats the “stay” like a hundred times so, yeah.

Shake It Off

It is still Hailey to me, or just WNDR being goofyes in the dorm. Literally what Taylor says about this song just speaks to WNDR in a nutshell: I really wanted it to be a song that made people want to get up and dance at a wedding reception from the first drum beat. But I also wanted it to be a song that could help someone get through something really terrible if they wanted to focus on the emotional profile, on the lyrics.

But I keep cruisin' Can't stop, won't stop groovin' It's like I got this music in my mind Saying it's gonna be alright

So yeah, nothing more to say.

I Wish You Would

I literally can’t stand the connections between Taylor’s songs and Harry anymore on genius, but here we go. This song is about while he was in the car making the decision to get out the car and see her, she was sitting in her bedroom, wishing he would make the move and go back to her and just pitch up at her house. She compared it to a classic John Hughes movie where both parties want the same thing but neither has the guts to say anything.... So it did kinda reminded me of Nayoung and Keun, can you blame me, no? BecUASE LITERALLY ALL THIS ALBNUM Oh MY gOD, This is so Bonghu and Sanchan breakup days too...

I wish you would come back Wish I never hung up the phone like I did, I Wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I live, and I Wish you were right here, right now, it's all good

Like, shut up?? It’s totally young Bonghu and Sanchan, okay? Okay.

It's 2AM in my room Headlights pass the window pane I think of you We're a crooked love in a straight line down Makes you want to run and hide But it makes you turn right back around

Hahahah, I soooo I’m right, I don’t knowkkjl.

Bad Blood.

THIS IS CHIHYE AND INNA. OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS SO CHIHYE AND INNA. ALSO. THIS IS 7SINS TO JULIE. KKKK IM DYING. Are we friends, or did she just give me the harshest insult of my life?‘ she did something so horrible. I was like, ‘Oh, we’re just straight-up enemies.’ .... 7SINS ABOUT JULIE, AND CHIHYE AND INNA ABOUT Hmm NothING THEY JUST BITTER (MAYBE BC BOTH MARRIED PYONGHO AND ONE LITERALLY FOR NOTJISNJKJ)

Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted Did you have to ruin what was shiny? Now it's all rusted Did you have to hit me where I'm weak?

I mean Julie literally kind of destroyed 7sins so I can see the point of anger, and Chihye is just a bitch so yeah...

Band-aids don't fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show If you live like that, you live with ghosts

Yes girls, that’s why them, in the end, make peace with each other is all good SPB is the bitch here c’mon... And I mean Chihye and Inna were never “friends” again because they never really saw each other again but Inna always made an effort and still wanted Chihye to be alright? So it’s true she lives with ghosts, she went nuts... But I wonder now if their friendship never ended because off status and guy problems, maybe... just maybe... Chihye would have moved on for a better life and maybe even Nayoung wouldn’t have been born and things would be good. In the other hand, 7sins was built to break because SPB was poor and hanging by a string, so all that shit just was the point of the iceberg so it was fine judging Julie for a while because she didn’t take it personally and when things were revealed that it indeed was for the best, they didn’t share grudges and just moved on with their lives like they were supposed to.

Wildest Dreams.

We literally just talk about her, I mean Chihye is every tragic story about Taylor.. But, in a way, this could also be about Inna and Pyongho, or Lian and Chihye, it depends on the day. ALSO COULD BE OH MY GOD ARAKI AND KAYNKKKJ, yes.

He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of this city, away from the crowds" I thought, "Heaven can't help me now" Nothing lasts forever But this is gonna take me down

OH, YES BRING ME THE TRAGIC BRING ME THE PAIN BRING ME THE SAD AND MEMORIES AND LONG LASTING LOVE AND YEEEEAAAAH. I’ll shut up.

He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins My one condition is

This just applies to Lian and Kayn, oh what a combination. Maybe not even them because they are nice too.

You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night Burnin' it down Someday when you leave me, I'd bet these memories Follow you around

Yes, Araki and Kayn & Lian and Chihye all in one song. Maybe I was just crazy with Pyongho and Inna, I don’t know, I get crazy all the time. This verse made me want to answer one of smutty times between Araki and Kayn, because literally all they do is fuck and miss each other.

How You Get The Girl

Finally, you are here Haneul and Hyuntae, I’ve waited to talk about how much this song is them because... You will see it. First Taylor says: It’s written for a guy who has broken up with his girlfriend, then wants her back after six months. But it’s not going to be as simple as sending a text like, ‘Sup? Miss you.’ That won’t work. You need to do all the things I say.

Stand there like a ghost Shaking from the rain, rain She'll open up the door and say, "Are you insane?" Say it's been a long six months And you were too afraid to tell her what you want

It wasn’t exactly like that, but a girl can imagine and not everything has to be right. First, because that’s literally Hyuntae realizing he did things wrong and missed his timing to explain things, but Haneul is just pissed at his ass.

I want you for worse or for better I would wait forever and ever Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait forever and ever

Like I said, it wasn’t exactly like that but it was pretty similar.

Remind her how it used to be, be, yeah-yeah With pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks Tell her how you must have lost your mind, ooh-ooh When you left her all alone And never told her why, why

I meAN, I MEAN??? CmOn. I love the “pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks” because it’s so cheesy and so Haneul and Hyuntae when they were dating, they probably do have pictures like that on their cellphones and at a time Haneul’s cheesy ass must even have one framed to give to Hyuntae. AND YOU LEFT HER ALL ALONE AND NEVER TOLD HER WHY, cmOn, yeah?kkjk Also lost your mind, yes, it was the anxiety talking, not Hyuntae, makes sense...

Anyways, I love this cheesy song because the beat, the lyrics, everything reminds me of Haneul and Hyuntae’s relationship not only as lovers but as friends too, you know? Yeah *sobs*

This Love

Oh, it’s Lian and Chihye again. Okay, let me think... yeah, can’t... Yeah. Also I was just about to go to the other song, when I thought “maybe this is Taewoon and Hojin” and then all of sudden... This is also Hansol and Chan-u.

This love is good, this love is bad This love is alive back from the dead, oh-oh, oh These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

The sad melody, the way Taylor is whispering? I mean, almost makes me wanna cry because I love young Lian and Chihye just trying to survive. (( I also love young and innocent Hansol with wicked and confused Chan-u, how they managed to survive and still get married and shit? wHO KnoWS

Tossing, turning Struggled through the night with someone new And I could go on and on, on and on Lantern, burning Flickered in my mind, only you But you were still gone, gone, gone

Totally Chihye about being with Pyongho but wanting to be with Lian... LeT IT GO, GO IN TO THE LIGHT CHIHYEEEEEEE

Your kiss, my cheek I watched you leave Your smile, my ghost I fell to my knees When you're young, you just run But you come back to what you need

*sOBS*, this part is so sad what the fuckkkjk. DIE CHIHYE DIE I CANT TAKE YOUR SADNESS IN THIS ALBUM ANYMOre for god sakes. “when youre young, you just run but you come back to what you need” sounds like a board name,, OH MY GOD THIS COULD ALSO BE TAEWOON AND HOJIN OH MY GODKKKJK shut up ..... Hansol and Chan-u got married and Chihye is dead, get over it, life is good xd

I Know Places

I don’t really listen nor like this song, but the lyrics reminded me of Julie and Valak, i’m telling this album is about the terrible and twisted people. ALSO YURA AND CHIYO TOO BECAUSE THEY ARE GAY AND MEDIA IS A BITCH.

You stand with your hand on my waistline It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight I can hear them whisper as we pass by It's a bad sign, bad sign Something happens when everybody finds out See the vultures circling, dark clouds Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out It could burn out

This is also jenkai.

Baby, I know places we won't be found And they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down 'Cause I, I know places we can hide I know places, I know places

For Julie and Valak the place is his car, that’s my theory. And Yura and Chiyo is just Japan... (jenkai is that park at midnight & jongin’s car). Oh my god, when Julie and Valak were discovered by dispatch imagine everyone like “valak drives?”

They are the hunters, we are the foxes And we run Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it My love

I’m addicted to this song now.

Clean

My god I don’t know 2/4 of this album. It’s... Hansol and Chan-u, now that I remembered of them I simply won’t forget.

The drought was the very worst When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months and months of back and forth You're still all over me Like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore

See? I mean their relationship is very complicated, but according to genius this song is about getting over a heartbreak and moving on with your life to rediscover yourself and like Taylor said: When it did hit me, it was like, ‘Oh, I hope he’s doing well’. And nothing else. And you know how it is when you’re going through heartbreak. A heartbroken person is unlike any other person. Their time moves at a completely different pace than ours. It’s this mental, physical, emotional ache and feeling so conflicted. Nothing distracts you from it. Then time passes, and the more you live your life and create new habits, you get used to not having a text message every morning saying, ‘Hello, beautiful. Good morning.’ You get used to not calling someone at night to tell them how your day was. You replace these old habits with new habits, like texting your friends in a group chat all day and planning fun dinner parties and going out on adventures with your girlfriends, and then all of a sudden one day you’re in London and you realize you’ve been in the same place as your ex for two weeks and you’re fine. And you hope he’s fine. The first thought that came to my mind was – I’m finally clean....... Also, it reminded me of Haneul and Hyuntae.

Ten months sober, I must admit Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it Ten months older, I won't give in Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it

I’m speechless for both ships. Also they both risk it so... hHAHAJKk Oh my god this is so Kaili getting over Julie too jkjkk jeez But finally what she says in the end sends me: The hidden message to Clean is “She lost him, but she found herself, and somehow that was everything.” This song is not just about losing someone you love – it’s also about losing yourself. Being clean is about moving on as a person and really taking care of yourself mentally.

Wonderland

How many songs are left for this, oh god... At this point I can only point Hansol and Chan-u too, I’m tired I’ve written to much. But because too: It is a description of a toxic relationship, from beginning to end. It uses the story of Alice In Wonderland as inspiration for the highs and lows of enjoying this state of relationship wanderlust, irrespective of negative consequences.

Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? Ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? I felt your arms twistin' around me I should have slept with one eye open at night

I seriously can’t take the Harry Styles on Genius anymore... You read this, you tell me who ship it is: https://genius.com/4254518

You Are In Love

I love this song *michael’s meme*. Seriously, ugh. Dedicated to all my lovebirds with a happy and healthy relationship who had been missing here because this album is so so very tragic and I haven’t got my time to mention them properly. Specially: Zeev and Eleanor, Kaili and Raye, Mark and Hana, Minhye and Jukan, Jinhyung and Kyungri... Who else?

Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt, he keeps his word And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much, but it said enough You kiss on sidewalks You fight and you talk

This reminded me of Eleanor and Zeev...

One night, he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says "You're my best friend" And you knew what it was, he is in love

And this... Minhye and Jukan.

You can hear it in the silence (silence), silence (silence), you You can feel it on the way home (way home), way home (way home), you You can see it with the lights out (lights out), lights out (lights out) You are in love, true love

And this... Jinhyung and Kyungri.

And so it goes You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round And he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown And you understand now Why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words

Okay the “office downtown” reminded me of Keun and Nayoung... I’m telling, I love this song I just can’t pick one ship for it. Also this song Taylor wrote for her friends who are in love and this comment just cracked me up: Isn’t it much more likely (and adorable) to imagine Jack looking at a picture of Lena while he produces music in his home studio? kkkj

New Romantics

THE BEST WAY TO FINISH THIS FINALLY CAUSE IM SO TIRED. LETS JUST LISTEN AND APPRECIATE FOR God sakes its been an hour.

just appreciate me screaming the lyrics of this song in telegram when it cames.

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[FIC] Two Weeks (T)

Member: Yoon Jeonghan Prompt: ZombieApocalypse!Jeonghan Word Count: 8,888 (I’M NOT KIDDING) Genre: Angst, thriller Warnings: Explicit violence, cursing, mentions of suicide

A/N: Aaaaaand I’m never writing a Jeonghan fic again. I swear it started off as a drabble request and it legitimately multiplied by epic proportions. This took a real toll on my brain but I’m satisfied with how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Special thanks to Scooped for helping me out!

And also thank you to @amber-kookie for the request, and I’M SO SORRY IT ENDED UP TAKING THIS LONG :( I got way too carried away, please forgive me ;;;;;;;

“He’s a rogue. Our drones depicted seeing him hiding out in the abandoned supermarket at where Gangnam once stood, now alone without his female partner. From what we can tell, he’s been severely wounded probably by a run-in of walkers, and his companion didn’t make it back alive.”

“Are you sure he isn’t infected from that fight, sir?”

“Negative, we’ve been observing him for about three days, and there hasn’t been any signs of transformation. But we don’t know how deep the wound on his leg is. Chances are, he may die from his injuries, and we don’t want to waste such a valuable asset. He’s a brilliant fighter that would prove to be of use in the force. Your job is to find him, patch him up and bring him back to base camp. You have two weeks.”

Day Two:

After crossing through the deserted streets of what was once the lively bustling city of Gangnam, you finally located the supermarket that your commanding officer informed you of. The windows, of course, had been completely covered with newspaper, for walkers only ever go berserk at merely the sight of living flesh, their other senses numbed to near nothingness. Houses with covered windows are usually tell-tale signs of people inhabiting it.

There usually aren’t any walkers out at night, so you managed to sneak into the supermarket easily. Darkness enveloped the entire area, and hence the strong rotting stench is more prevalent, and it nearly made you retch. With a flick of your flashlight, you realised that the whole place was in a wreck, with shelves lying haphazardly around with decaying food strewn all over the floor. How is anyone living here in such deplorable conditions? Nonetheless, you upped your professionalism and searched for the dying man you dubbed the Rogue.

You found the bloodied figure slumped behind the cashier counter; you nearly mistook him for a walker until you noticed the very faint rise and fall of his chest. And as per your Chief’s description, he had a ghastly wound on his left thigh. This is your man, this is the Rogue. Setting down your supplies, you got to work immediately.

Day Three:

The Rogue nearly killed you that day, waking you up with a splash of water on your face. At least water wasn’t a sparse resource in an abandoned supermarket. You woke up, initially blinded by the bright white light of your flashlight being used against you, only to be met with a sharpened steel pipe aimed at your throat.

“Who are you?” the man growls, his voice scratchy from the lack of use. Admittedly, it was a poor decision on your part to fall asleep next to a stranger in the middle of an apocalypse, given how hysterical most strangers would react, but you had been moving non-stop for two days, and you were exhausted.

“Relax,” you grunted, unfazed. Reaching into the pocket of your uniform, you pulled out the badge you’ve attained after the many years of training in the force. “I’m with the government,” you explained to him with a hand stretched to block the light, but the steel pipe stubbornly remains unmoving, inches away from your jugular.

“Our drones spotted you getting hurt from a run-in with some walkers,” you continued to explain yourself. "and they dispatched me to come help you. You can thank me for that bandage on your leg, by the way.”

The Rogue let out an annoyed huff before abruptly dropping the flashlight and the weapon as though he no longer hand the strength to hold them, allowing both objects to clatter onto the floor. The flashlight rolls around until it’s shining against the lower half of his body. He was still far too weak to be standing up, and had confronted you with his legs uselessly sprawled behind him. A man that was half-dead and barely able to move still attempted to threaten you, an able-bodied soldier. That at least gave you a sense of what the man you were dealing with was like: absolutely stubborn.

“Sending mere children out here all alone… Has the government run out of options that they’re sending out a runt like you out to a hell hole?”

You took offence to that immediately. Sure, you are young, easily five or more years younger than the man before you, but you’ve seen and fought things most kids your age aren’t capable of even facing, making you a deadly force to be reckoned with. Though there were fiery insults prepped at the tip of your tongue, you swallowed them back. You needed him to cooperate with you in order to succeed in your mission.

“I don’t trust you,” he had said scathingly when you tried to take another look at his wound after you kicked away the steel pipe for good measure.

“Well too bad,” you responded unsympathetically. “Because if there’s anyone out here willing to keep you alive, it’s going to be me, now shove it and let me help you.”

Day Six:

The Rogue finally began to walk again, albeit with a heavy limp. He had accepted your treatment, and though you were satisfied with his relent, ‘resign’ would probably be a better term for you to use to describe him.

You both have been sustaining yourselves with the non-perishables found in the supermarket while he recuperated (or rather, you had been forcing him to eat those granola bars to regain his strength), but when supplies started running low, he had decided that it was time for him to search for his new safe haven.

He made it clear that he didn’t appreciate your company, despite you bringing him back from the brink of death. It seemed almost as though he was eager to get away from you as soon as possible.

“You’re not going to last three seconds out there in that condition,” you warned him. You both had a little campfire set up on a pile of cardboard boxes. Not the wisest thing to do in such an enclosed area, but your lungs had already gotten used to the thick and heavy air here, so what’s a few smoke particles going to do to you? Through the faint light, you inspected him closely. With his injured leg stretched out next to him, he has one end of his steel pipe propped on his other thigh while he sharpened the weapon with a metal prop.

He was a fine specimen, indeed. You knew at once why your Chief had taken such an interest in him. His body, despite his skinny frame, was lean and taut with muscles, probably from his years of experience fighting against walkers. His hair, grown past the normal length typical of a male’s, fell over his eyes and gave him a very mysterious aura.

“So?” was his only response, barely audible above the piercing sounds of metal rubbing against metal.

“I didn’t save you just so you can throw your life away by the next minute,” came your own sassy retort.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark and cold despite them being curtained by the matted strands of his fringe. “And why should you care what I do with my life?”

“Not me, I’m just the messenger,” you shot him down immediately, “The government has offered you a place in their elite force--”

He threw the metal prop aside and examined his newly-fashioned weapon in the faint glow of the campfire. “I’ve heard that a million times before from you and my answer is still the same. It’s a no.”

You frowned at his negative response. Stragglers like himself would already be jumping at the chance of a safe haven away from the monstrosities that were the walkers. “I don’t see why you refuse such a brilliant offer,” you pressed. “There’s everything there. We have plenty of food and water for everybody, and there are plenty of other guys like you in there. We can really use your skills and expertise on the field.”

“I don’t need all of that,” he scoffed, shoving the weapon into his ragged backpack (which looks like a few strips of leather barely held together by thread at this point), “I work alone.”

Alone? That certainly didn’t tally with the information your Chief had given you. As far as you knew, he had a female companion with him up till four days ago before you found his dying body in the mart. Whatever happened to her was pretty self-explanatory: either she was devoured alive by walkers, or turned into one of them.

You were nonplussed, but you knew that bringing her up to him would not accomplish anything except maybe turn him against you, so you shoved your questions back down your throat for now.

“Well, at least let me come along with you for now, just in case your infection comes back,” you proposed, making sure that you sounded authoritative. After all, you couldn’t let this man out of your sight, or your mission would have been a failure. Being an elite member of the force, you simply cannot tolerate a single blemish on your record. You have to bring him back to base camp no matter what.

“Just for four days, let me stay with you until then. If I can’t manage to convince you to come back with me by then, I will get the government off your back for the rest of your life, you have my promise for that.”

Four days, that would leave you with three days to travel back to base camp. It wouldn’t be easy, but you’re sure that it’d be okay. You harden your eyes with determination, and he dropped the eye contact within a split second, grunting in pain as he stands up. Staggering onto his two feet, he growled under his breath.

“Fine, but you better stay the hell out of my way, kid.”

Day Seven:

“Let me get this straight, kid,” said the Rogue as the both of you stealthily crept through the shadows cast by the dilapidated buildings. “You’re what, twelve and you’re already in the main force? And they make kids like you bait zombies?”

“First of all, I’m sixteen,” you correct him dryly. “And I’ve probably killed more walkers than you can count.”

He snorts derisively at that. “I’m willing to bet on that. Oh, and one more reason why I won’t join your little band camp: I don’t advocate child abuse.”

You almost roll your eyes. “Says the one that’s pretty damn good at being verbally abusive.”

“Thanks, I try to be.” His volume drops to barely above a whisper, sinking to a crouch as you both went around a corner of a shophouse.

You balked. “You little piece of--”

“Shh!” The Rogue seized you by the back of your shirt, tugging his grip downwards such that you dropped to your knees in an instant. Your instincts kick in and you shut up at once, all senses alert for any signs of danger.

The both of you cower behind a lopsided car, barely breathing as you listen to the eerie step… drag… step… drag… footsteps of the walker. It hasn’t seen the both of you yet, but it manages to effectively halt your progress to safety.

You both ready your weapons, anticipating its approach. But another walker has taken the liberty to throw the both of you into complete disarray.

“Behind you!” you yelp just in time for the male to roll out of the way as the other walker lunges at you. Backing away from the road, you come face to face with at least a dozen walkers that emerged after hearing your voice. Loading in your shotgun and muffler, you take three out easily.

“Go!” you bark at the Rogue, who’s backed up against you armed with his steel pipe. “I can handle them!” He freezes at that sentence for a split second before separating himself from you.

You expect him to obey your words, but the look on his eyes are dark and malicious. “No fucking way,” he spits. And to your dismay, he throws himself at the nearest walker, his steel pipe raised high and aimed towards its skull.

“You idiot!” you exclaim. Gritting your teeth, you shoot down another couple before dashing to his side. He is indeed a formidable fighter, you manage to observe over the amount of adrenaline in your system, it is obvious with every lithe stance, every manoeuvre, every well-aimed strike. But with that injury, he won’t last.

True to your prediction, the bandage around his leg starts to turn dark red, and it takes only seconds for him to collapse. And you are standing over him immediately, the muzzle of your gun firing silent but deadly shots at your monstrous opponents.

One walker manages to bypass your line of fire and pounces at you with teeth bared, but you are quick to pull out your 11-inch dagger with your free hand, and stabbing it in the throat. Soon after, you’re standing surrounded by still, rotting bodies, panting heavily from the ordeal.

“What’s the deal with you?!” You whip your head around towards the Rogue, anger simmering from deep within your chest. “I told you to run, didn’t I?! Why didn’t you--”

You can’t continue your rant once you see the expression on his face. The Rogue looks absolutely horrified, as though he had just been dragged through hell and back. You blink, belatedly remembering that he’s been through a traumatizing episode involving walkers just 2 weeks ago, in which he had lost a companion.

Snapping your mouth shut, you can only sigh. There’s no point stirring up a fuss here out in the open. Your priority is to find shelter and protection. With a gentle tap to the Rogue’s shoulder, you said, “Come on, let’s move on.”

Day Eight:

Yoon Jeonghan.

That’s his name. You found out when it was your shift to keep watch that night. After the close call with the group of rotting walkers, you both had found a temporary sanctuary in what used to be an underground club, the male barely able to stand at that point for he had torn open his closed thigh wound again while outrunning those monsters.

You all but dragged him there, silently cursing to yourself. Who was this guy anyway? Why are you risking your own life in the middle of the apocalypse just to save him? All you got were either disgruntled mutters, sardonic remarks or complete and utter silence. Were you simply wasting your effort over this?

His cold demeanour distinctly reminded you of another member if the elite force, a quiet yet tough-as-nails young female soldier by the name of Su-ahn. She was brought in the force with a rather unfortunate past (being a young survivor of the Outbreak did quite a number on the soldier), and only ever opened up to her best friend, Chan.

That fact continued to entice your curiosity; has he always been like this, or did the death of his companion change him? For all the days leading up to meeting him in person, you’ve only known him as a skilful warrior and nothing else. Somehow, you wanted to know more, and getting to know his name would be a proper start to your mini-investigation.

As he slept next to you with a freshly bandaged leg, you took the opportunity to rummage through his backpack. That’s where you found it, his student identity card. He had been a mere high school student when the apocalypse happened. Taking into account his birth year, he would be twenty-two years now; slightly older than the other boys in the expedition force, and a lot older than you were. It won’t be easy finding a place for him to fit in back in camp, but you’re sure you’d manage it fine.

You paused at that last thought and began to snicker at your own musings. Why were you so sure that he would come back to base camp with you anyway? He sure as hell isn’t willing to come with you right now, and in fact it seemed to you that he spends every waking moment willing that you’d disappear from his sight instead.

I still have to try, though. There’s no way I’m going to leave him out here to die after all that I had went through to keep Yoon Jeonghan alive.

Yoon Jeonghan. The name sounded so simple in your head yet it seemed so shrouded in mystery. As your thumb glazed over his young and brightly smiling ID photo, you turned to look back at his sleeping figure.

To your surprise, you felt a rush of warmth. You’ve grown up in camp surrounded by many others your age, the concrete walls that keep you all safe from walkers allowed you to forge many solid relationships without the constant worry of losing your friends. Hence you may get emotionally attached to people more easily than you would like to admit. Even grumpy men like Jeonghan.

There’s a lot about him that you have yet to find out about, and should you want to learn more, maybe trying to appeal to his good side would be the most practical way to go about doing so.

So that night you observed him again while half-heartedly poking the dying fire back to life with a stick. It was interesting watching him sleep as it was in fact the only time he showed you anything aside from his usual demeanour. You’d take into account the little twitches in his muscles, the wrinkles between his eyebrows when he frowns, and the quiet grunts he makes occasionally, as though he’s outrunning walkers even in his sleep.

But that day, you heard him speak in his sleep. You thought you were hearing things at first, because the soft whimpers coming from his throat did not sound characteristic at all. Unconsciously, you leant closer to his body, ears pricked in curiousity.

“Run, run… I can’t leave you...” he had gasped, turning his head anxiously to the side. The orange glow of the fire made the sheen of perspiration coating his skin more evident. You tilted your head, squinting your eyes in concern. He was definitely distressed by his apparent nightmare.

“Shit, not her. Please…” His body gave a violent shudder, fending off an imaginary adversary. “Fuck, not her, not her…”

Not her..? You pressed your lips to a thin line as you put the pieces together in your head. Was the ‘her’ referring to his previous female companion? With a pang of sympathy, you deduced that he was reliving the moment where he lost his companion. How much of a toll did the apocalypse take on him that he had to live in horror even in his sleep?

“No, no, no!” He writhed in agony, stirring pity from your heart. Maybe you should wake him up and put him out of his misery. Before you could contemplate any further, your hand found itself perched on his shoulder.

“Jeonghan,” you whispered aloud his name for the first time, hoping that you’d be able to provide a form of comfort to his distress. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.”

To your amazement, he visibly relaxed, the creases on his forehead smoothing over. You sighed in relief, you began to rub soothing circles against his skin, getting rid of the nightmares once and for all. But a hand falls over yours, halting your movements and making you freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. Did you accidentally wake him up?

But Jeonghan’s eyes remained shut, and you’re torn between pulling away and remaining by his side. All thoughts fly out of your head, however, when he dragged your hand from his shoulder, up his neck and finally resting it just under his chin. Without knowing, your own breath accelerates when he leant against your touch.

“Don’t leave me,” he murmured softly.

You understood now, and you softened. He clearly wasn’t as emotionless or uncaring as he seemed. You waited until his breathing had deepened again before bringing yourself to pull away.

Day Nine:

You managed to catch an inquisitive thrush that had poked its head near the entrance of the club; what a rare sight. Thrushes normally stayed around the undergrowth near foliage. Perhaps the apocalypse made even the wild fauna desperate for survival. But you weren’t going to complain about a free meal that basically walked into your hands.

Jeonghan roused immediately at the smell of cooked meat, looking almost ravenous after surviving on biscuits, fruits and nuts for nearly eight years. Something pricked in your heart and you realised that you were feeling sorry for him. You lived and grown up at base camp since you were a mere child, with everything essential provided to you by the government, while he had fought for survival and lived on scraps.

You took into account how hungry he looked, and also how his stubborn pride was probably holding him back from asking food from you. You shook your head in wonder. Boys, right?

“Well, it’s no fried chicken, but it’s all we got,” you told him while plucking out a single leg and handing it to him; your own peace offering of sorts. He took it warily before sinking his teeth into the meat. As though he finally realised how starved and malnourished he is, his first bite quickly accelerated to the second, third, until he was left picking the tiny morsels of meat off the cartilage.

You turned back to your own piece of meat, your own appetite suddenly subsiding. Sure, you were famished, and everyone would kill for a mouthful of warm food in the middle of an apocalypse. Yet then, it was just you and him, and he clearly needed the food more than you.

So you nudged the rest of the thrush towards him. “You have it,” you told him, turning away before you felt the need to change your mind. He looked up at you from examining his leg wound. “Feeling sorry for me now, aren’t you?” he muttered, a bit too icily for your comfort.

You raised your hands in defense. “Look, I only--”

“Save it,” he cut you off. “Despite what you think, I’m a lot stronger than I look.” With that, he pushed the meat back to you.

You actually laughed at that. Not that you were mocking him or anything, but you were genuinely humoured. “Says the one who collapsed unconscious in the middle of the freaking road yesterday morning while fighting a dozen walkers.”

“I wasn’t unconscious, I simply fell, you brat.” Was it just you, or was that a blush of red highlighting his cheeks? You almost grinned in satisfaction, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to retaliate.

“Alright, I’ll tell you what,” you began, yanking out a wing for yourself. “I’ll get the nice juicy wing, while you get the icky dry breast and thigh meat. Sounds fair?” You push the rest of the bird towards the male with a feigned look of disgust, before eagerly digging into the wing in your hand.

He shot you a dry look. “Oh, how cruel… Making me consume overcooked poultry,” he rambled on with a sardonic, almost comical drone in his voice. “I will get my revenge on you, just you wait.”

And you giggled in return. “It’s not like you can do anything to me, not with that bum leg of yours.” Satisfied with your retort, you resumed eating.

You made a noisy sound of satisfaction when the fragrance filled your mouth, it’s still savoury even with the lack of proper marination. A drop of grease smeared onto your cheek but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, only focused on polishing the wing down to its bone.

You heard him click his tongue in disapproval at your messiness, but you ignored it and happily continued munching away. But what happened next sent a numbing wave of electricity down your spine, freezing every single muscle in your body.

You stared wide-eyed at the way his thumb was resting against the corner of your lips, seemingly intended to wipe the grease off. As his calloused hands brushed against your skin, you felt yourself burning where he touched you.

You didn’t even notice how you had completely stopped breathing.

Dragging your dumbfounded gaze from his hands up to his face, you see your astonishment reflected in Jeonghan’s own pair of eyes. He looked as though he was shocked that he touched you.

Tension as thick as dense fog shrouded over the both of you, and the finger on your lips twitched once as Jeonghan blinked. You could only lightly turn your head away with a nervous chuckle, hoping with all your heart that he couldn’t see the way colour had flooded your cheeks.

Jeonghan, however, stiffly withdrew his hand back to his side, his already expressionless face growing stone cold in the fluorescent orange lights of the flames.

“Shit,” he hissed, rubbing his fingers against the worn fabric of his shirt almost angrily. Fuddled, you wondered what had gotten into him.

“Y-You okay?” you gasped when he scrambled away from you as though you were made of burning hot fire. He looked up at you, his glare shooting lasers that had you recoiling. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he snarled before backing up against the wall.

You flinched at his accusatory tone. “W-What did I do?” you asked in bewilderment, unable to suppress the hurt in your voice. You wondered what had gotten into him, but you were hesitant to approach him all the same. He took in a deep breath with his eyes closed.

“Just stay the fuck away, please.”

And at his imploring words you did, scurrying backwards away from the enraged man, your mind still whirling in confusion.

On the two opposite ends of the abandoned club, you both curl up with arms wrapped around your bodies, the dying fire in the middle of the room forgotten.

In the proceeding silence, you had time to stew in your thoughts. What did you do that triggered such a huge reaction from him? No matter how you racked your brains, you couldn’t find an explanation.

Sourness prickled at your heart, and you felt as though bile was rising out your throat. The way he looked at you when he touched you for the first time, his gaze had a hint of softness and even affection, but that had so quickly morphed into utter hatred, as though he was staring at the spawn of evil itself.

You were jerked out of your thoughts when you heard his voice once more, raspy and practically lifeless.

“Back then… You should have just left me there to die.”

Day Ten:

You scramble awake, panicking when you realised that you had accidentally fell asleep without anyone keeping watch. You curse at your own carelessness when you realise that sunlight is already shining brightly into the small gap in the entrance.

On normal days when Jeonghan took the second watch shift, he would have woken you up by sunrise and you would both go about your average day acquiring supplies and avoiding walkers. Which is why you are less than pleased to turn around to see that where Jeonghan had slept is left empty. A quick look around the area also reaped you a negative result. Jeonghan is gone, and you have zero means to find him again.

“Of course,” you hiss through your gritted teeth, suppressing the panic that threatens to suffocate you. You had an epiphany in your sleep: Jeonghan was most probably mistaking you for his previous female companion, which explains why he was so distressed and infuriated with himself last night. Who knows what he can be up to in his current emotional state?

Your first instinct is to check on your shotgun located in your backpack. Thankfully, it is still there, albeit out of place as though someone had roughly rifled through your belongings. You thanked your lucky stars that you had kept your ammo stored away in the pocket of your jacket, rendering your gun useless to outsiders. But this discovery doesn’t make you feel any better. Instead, it makes every vein in your body clog with dread. So, is he really going to...

You can’t even afford to finish that last thought as you scramble up to your feet and clumsily shove your belongings into your backpack. “Don’t let me be too late,” you plead to yourself before sneaking out of the underground club.

Your eyes meet with the broad daylight again as you crawl out of the underground club’s entrance to what seemed like the broken door of a vehicle. You avoid looking upwards, with the sun’s rays hitting your forehead with radiant streaks of heat. It has been a while since you have been in a brightly lit area, and your eyes takes awhile to adjust to it. Squinting your eyes, you quickly scan the area to look out for walkers and also Jeonghan.

“Ugh, where could he have gone now?” you mumble, only properly standing up when when the coast is clear.

The place is unusually deserted, not even a single sign of walkers around. You search through the debris, no sign of Jeonghan. You sighed as you were exiting the pharmacy a distance away from the underground club. Almost all your hope is lost when you heard a hair-raising thud. You grabbed your dagger almost instinctively, wary of what might just jump out to kill you.

A second sound, this time a metallic clang that seems to echo through the entire street. This time right behind you. You turn around immediately, weapon raised, but all you see is a metal pipe rolling itself to a stop in the middle of the street.

Jeonghan’s metal pipe. You looked up in dread, and saw a familiar figure standing dangerously at the edge of the rooftop of a residential building.

“Shit,” you curse, dashing straight across to the building.

In record time, you burst through the door to the roof, your lungs aching from the physical feat. But you ignore the stabbing pain in your chest, completely fixated in saving the man before you again.

And there he was, standing heart-stoppingly close to the edge of the building.

“YOON JEONGHAN!” you screech out before you could process the scenario before you. His body straightens in shock at your voice, and he whirls around to meet you, his dull, cloudy eyes against your own frantic ones. From the state of his body, you can tell that he is already out of his mind, so dazed he could hardly think straight.

Against your own rational judgement, you rush forward to pull his body off the ledge, the breath driving out of your lungs as his chest collides heavily against yours. You end up dragging him to the middle of the area, your arms still wrapped around his abdomen as though your own life depended on it.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” you demand, not noticing how your eyes are already stinging with tears. “How can you just leave without telling me?”

But he simply removes your hands around his body and takes a small step back. You look up, appalled to see how little life there is left in those stone cold pupils, looking as though he can never find happiness again.

“Jeonghan,” your voice lowers to a broken whisper. “Why are you here?”

Silence follows your words, leaving them carried away in the wind. Jeonghan only drags his line of sight from you to the ledge which is now a safe distance of five feet behind him. When he opens his mouth to speak, a cold wave engulfs you, sending shivers down your spine.

“My best friend loved this place,” he begins, so detached you wonder if he even registers your presence next to him. “Even in the middle of a freaking apocalypse, she saw the beauty in something as simple and common as the sky.

She loved it so much that she even begged me to kill her here, with the rays of the sun and the blue sky being the last thing she saw in her consciousness before the virus consumed her. Begged me to push her off here before she turned into one of them. She saved my life and got bitten because of me, but I could only watch her fall…”

His voice trails off and he shudders as though shaking off a horrid image.

“I wanted to know what it looks like before she died. How beautiful it is to be in the last moments of death, to be in the verge of freedom away from this hell on earth…”

It is the first time Jeonghan had willingly disclosed information about his previous female partner to you, but even then, you can’t help but feel infuriated. “Are you kidding me?” you can’t help but scoff disbelievingly. “How could you do this to yourself? Think, Jeonghan! Was this what she would have wanted?!”

You didn’t mean to bring her up in such a circumstance, and you regret it instantly given the way his blank gaze hardens considerably. “What the fuck do you know about her?” he growls. You swallow, intimidated by the intensity of his voice. But you force yourself to stick your chin out stubbornly nonetheless.

“I know that she didn’t save your life just for you to throw it away by committing suicide!” you roar, ignoring how the first of your tears are already rolling off your cheeks. “She didn’t give her own life up to see you killing yourself!”

The look on his face crumples as he takes your words into consideration, but even that barely lasted for a whole second before it’s hidden behind a grim mask again. Without looking at you, he rasps out one word.

“Leave.”

Your heart falls in dismay. You actually thought that you had gotten through him.

“What?” you mumble stupidly, hoping with all your heart that you’d misheard him.

“I said, leave.” It sounds equally, if not more venomous than before. His eyes are squeezed shut, not even bothering to spare you one last look. “You asked for four days, and I had given them to you. Our deal is off, so run back to the little camp where you came from, and leave me the hell alone.”

You expect his negative response already, but you certainly don’t expect it to hurt this much. It feels as though your heart has been dipped in acid, spreading a pungent, sour sensation all over your chest until you can barely breathe.

“Jeonghan,” you try again, pleading, begging for him to change his mind.

“It only hurts more,” he interrupts you before you can say another word, “if you continue staying here, for the both of us. So for our sakes, please leave.”

You see the rationale behind this, and you hate to admit that there is truth to what he had said. You had just rudely intruded into his life when he was grieving for his deceased companion. How is he expected to recover if you are a constant, blatant reminder of what he had lost?

Your mission is a failure.

Deciding to accept this outcome, you back away painfully.

“She…” You force back the tremble in your voice. “She gave up her own life to give you another chance. Another chance to fight against this madness, to see through the end of this hell. Please don’t ever let her death be in vain.”

Hoping that you’ve gotten your message across, you turn around, harshly biting your lip in an attempt to fight back sickening urge to cry. Before you can hear his response, you bolt down the stairs and out of the building.

The weather acknowledges the drastic change in your mood and within seconds you are soaked from head to toe in the rain, droplets blending in with the tears on your face. You can only haggardly crawl back into the shelter that is the underground club, deciding to wait the rain out before starting the journey back home.

You curl up by the fire, alone for the first time in days, trying with all your might to not recount what had transpired between the both of you. You can’t help but be worried now that there isn’t anyone with him; he’s out there on his own now, with his leg just barely short of fully recovering. What if he gets caught by walkers? What if his wound reopened? What if he--

He’ll be fine, you snap to yourself. You’re sure that your message has gotten through him. If he ever cherished his companion, he would take your words to heart and take care of himself properly.

All too soon, the rain fades to a light drizzle. After packing your refilled water canister you had left in the rain, you finally leave the safety of the underground club, walking away without casting another glance over your shoulder.

Day Twelve:

You slice the foliage with your dagger, making your way through the forest that would bring you back home. All morning you desperately tried to preoccupy yourself from all thoughts of Jeonghan and solely focus on the thought of making it back to base camp safe and sound.

But some way or another, he intrudes your mind and you find yourself distracted every few minutes. This is so unlike you. As a member of the elite force, you never let yourself be too emotionally invested in your missions. What did Jeonghan do to you? You barely knew him for a week, and if he wasn’t unconscious, he was grumpy and snapped at you for everything you did. Yet you could hardly stop yourself from caring for him.

Maybe it was because you’ve grown up under the protection of the government. Being one of the youngest and most valued members of the force, everyone cherished you and catered to your every need. You’ve never had the chance to take care of another person before. You found Jeonghan intriguing at first but now every thought of him sends a wave of pain that numbs your head and heart.

You stop by a river to quickly douse yourself in the cool water to beat the scorching hot sun. You haven’t had a proper bath since you’ve left in search for Jeonghan. Though it’s no hot water shower you’re used to, it still feels refreshing when you wipe of the grime off your skin. You let out a contented sigh when you rub the cold water against your skin, so engrossed in your pleasure you almost don’t notice the rustling in the reeds until--

You leap out of way just in time when the walker lunges at you, sending it crashing into the stream and turning the water brackish and murky. You scramble across the bank in alarm, adrenaline surging through your veins when you whip out your gun. The walker clambers upright, its ugly jaws parted in a shriek as it cries for blood.

“Fuck,” you growl, your years of experience and training kicking in like a second nature. You evade its next attack, the sharp snaps of its rotting teeth gnashing violently against each other sounding dangerously close to your ears. Rolling out of its reach, you load your shotgun with a magazine.

You don’t have time to fix in the muffler before it’s tearing for your throat again. Hoping for the best, you fire two shots straight into it’s brain. The gunshot explodes through the woods, birds letting out squawks of alarm as they scatter from the surrounding trees. The walker goes down with a strangled screech, but you don’t have the time to recover, because you know that the sounds of your struggle would have attracted a horde of walkers to where you stand in seconds flat.

Not wasting your time, you snatch up your backpack and sprint through the woods. You force your malnourished legs to run even faster when you hear multiple sets of footsteps thundering through the undergrowth. You choke back the scream when a couple of mangled walkers burst through the bushes in front of you in terrifying speed, causing you to swerve to the side. Your sudden maneuvering causes you to slip across the fallen leaves.

You crash on the grass in an ungraceful heap, backing away in horror when the monsters advance. Whipping out your eleven-inch dagger, you lodge the blade deep into the nearest walker’s skull, using its body as a leverage to fire a powerful kick at another walker.

After killing one, another takes its place. Whenever two goes down, three more emerge crying for your blood. You yank your weapon out of the neck of one walker, dislodging its head before swinging it at another, slashing madly with gradually weakening power. Already, your muscles are burning painfully and screaming for you to stop, and you’re fighting an uphill battle against five other walkers. With mounting panic, you begin to wonder if you’re ever going to make it out of this catastrophe alive.

Seizing a fallen tree branch, you shove it into one walker’s open mouth, shoving it into the rest of the other rotting bodies before scrambling back up onto your feet, ready to outrun them again. But to your dismay, your body gets yanked back onto the ground, your left ankle in a death grip of the fallen walker. Desperately, you try to free yourself by stomping your free foot against its bony fingers, but it barely slows the way its misshapen, gnarly mouth is inching towards your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut in preparation for the inevitable, praying to all the entities that it would be quick…

Your eyes flies open when its grip loosens abruptly, the screech of pain it lets out putting you off and sending you reeling from dizzy relief. When you’ve pulled your body a safe distance aside gathered your senses, you see a steel pipe thrusted deep into its chest, sending murky grey blood spraying everywhere.

“Don’t just fucking sit there, kid. Run!”

You look up in both wonder and shock to see Jeonghan standing over you protectively, throwing the walker aside with unbeknownst strength. Another lunges at him with teeth bared, but he merely swats it aside, pinning it onto the ground with his foot before subduing it with a blow straight through its face. In your daze, you watch him take out the walkers with the strength of ten men, only managing to snap out of it when Jeonghan bodily slams his body against the walker crawling towards you, sending putrid, acid-smelling drool of the walkers splatter on your clothes.

So much for the bath…

“Go!” Jeonghan roars at you, and that’s all it takes for you to clamber back up on your feet again. Together, you sprint away from the monsters, and even in such an unfortunate situation, you are grateful that those walkers were old and rotten, with neither the speed nor dexterity to catch up with either of you.

You both arrive at the bottom of a rocky outcrop, and you begin your ascent when you hear a grunt from behind you. Jeonghan falters and his body crumples into a heap from the corner of your vision.

“Jeonghan!” you cry out when he tumbles over, both arms wrapped around his left thigh. He releases a few fingers from his clutch, revealing that it is stained bright red against his pale skin.

“Just go!” he snaps when you try to approach him. “I’ll be fine!”

“The last time I left you alone you tried to kill yourself, you bastard! Now shut up and let me help.”

He looks like he’s about to argue again, but he quickly shuts his mouth once your arm snakes around his body. Hoisting his body onto yours, you precariously make your way up the rocks, Jeonghan lending you assistance by bracing his weight on his other three limbs. Slowly but surely, you make progress all whilst clinging onto each other for dear life. At one point, his foothold slips, and his hands are quick to encircle around your waist to pull you onto his body so that he doesn’t crush you under his weight.

The amount of body contact is enough to make you flush from head to toe, but your only focus is to get the both of you to safety, and not with another moment to waste.

A split second after you heave Jeonghan’s body over the edge, the walkers you’ve defeated emerges from the foot of the outcrop, letting out clicks and guttural growls of frustration. You finally let yourself breathe, knowing that they aren’t able to catch you from such a vertical distance away.

Tearing your eyes away from the bottom, you quickly rush to Jeonghan’s side, already pulling out what’s left of your first aid supplies and wordlessly tending to him. He doesn’t fight back nor protest, only watching you with hooded eyes.

“I thought you never wanted to see me again,” you find yourself mumbling your thoughts aloud. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, believe me, I did,” he breaks off in a hiss when the alcohol swabs across his skin. “Tried so damn hard to stay away. But you…”

You wince at his accusatory tone, but you look directly into his pupils nonetheless. But you don’t expect to see the amount of softness in them, the expression so foreign you barely recognise the man before you. “Why can’t I get you out of my fucking head?”

You stare at him with parted lips, at loss of what to say.

“I tried getting rid of you,” he continues, “I was so afraid to fall into the same trap again. I didn’t want to grow attached to anyone ever again after I lost her but I…”

Jeonghan inches closer towards you, breath getting heavier as the space between the both of you reduces. He is lost for words, and you are lost in his eyes. As if time stopped, as if the both of you are the only two people left in the world, a tear rolled down Jeonghan’s cheeks as he bent down to meet your lips. You close your eyes, feeling his trembling lips on yours.

The kiss is fast, desperate and borderline painful, with his tongue and teeth feeling as though they are sucking the life force out of you. Yet you’ve never felt so electrified in your sixteen years of living. Jeonghan cups your face securely in his hands and holds you close to him, your bodies moulding together, and soaks in your presence like he’s never been around another human being before.

You didn’t know how long the both of you had sat there, but you knew that, at some point the both of you had to stop.

Jeonghan pulls away as another tear fell from his glistening eyes, he brokenly looks far into the distance, as if pondering about what he has just done.

You feel his pain, you felt the agony that he has been through, and it hurts you, to see him suffer so much.

“Come home with me,” you plead with him, taking his hand in yours. “We need you there. I need you there.”

A few heartbeats of silence as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down slowly as he did so. “This…” the male croaks between his light panting. “This is what she would have wanted, right?” Your breath gets caught in your throat at his question, but you find yourself nodding, giving him all the assurance you can muster.

A flash of hesitance passes over Jeonghan’s eyes, and for a moment you fear that he’d turn you down again. But the grip he has over your hand turns assuring as he squeezes it. “Okay,” he affirms, the one word making your heart erupt in pure bliss.

“Okay,” you whisper back to him in a giggle.

Your unexpected run-in with the walkers and subsequently Jeonghan may have put you a few miles off track, but a day’s delay in your journey doesn’t matter to you anymore, not with Jeonghan finally by your side.

Even if the once proud city collapses into shambles, even if the rest of humanity is being decimated every day… You look up to see Jeonghan smiling for the first time -- a tiny grin, just barely etching across his face -- and you know there might just be light at the end of the tunnel for the both of you yet.

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