God, there's nothing worse than thinking you'll die any second. Sadly enough did this seem to be your default setting lately.

"C'mon, Chickie, or the bad guys will get ya." Jungkook urged you.

You stared at the brittle office building you just merely managed to escape from, prowlers having surprised you when Jungkook was asleep.

If only Jungkook had been the one on guard this wouldn't have happened; He was a lot more attentive, with better reflexes than you could ever wish to have. Only out of luck and the fact that your companion was a ridiculously light sleeper did you manage to get away.

Now it was in the middle of the god damn night, prowlers lurking in every corner, and Jungkook and you had to find a safe place to sleep.

Fucking amazing.

"Y'know I could've taken 'em on." Jungkook reached out to hook his hands under your armpits to pull you up the low stone wall, stabilizing you with one arm on your shoulder while resting his weight on his scythe with the other.

"Not even you can do that while half asleep." You answered groggily, flicking his forehead in a scolding manner.

His lips twitched upwards amused and he yawned, squinting his eyes, "When ya say so."

When he made sure that you found your balance on the wall, he turned around, taking the lead in balancing over the thin railing while looking out for potential dangers in the dark.

You noticed that about him when you first met already - he had a pretty good sight even in the night.

"Are you an owl or something?" You mumbled, following behind, trusting in his abilities.

Jungkook cackled, "Fuck yes, I am. Hoot hoot mother fuckers, 'm coming to kill ya." He swung his scythe around unnecessarily (almost kicking you off the wall in the process) as if wanting to impress a non-existent opponent.

"You're and idiot." You concluded, smiling despite yourself.

"Yer glad you met this idiot." He shot back.

Well, you couldn't argue with that.

When you met Jungkook first it was deep in the night already; You were running down a wide open parking lot, the moon shining above being the only light source around.

You didn't sleep that night. Not when you'd gotten yourself into the worst situation so far.

After a week already you had lost count on how many days you were out here alone - but, well, it didn't matter anymore, because you were going to die now anyways.

Black, reeking creatures had surrounded you from all sides, inching closer in their usual jerky yet somehow prowling movements, forcing you to back further into the middle of the parking lot, until you climbed onto the roof of a rusty car - an old, blue polo.

"Fuckfuckfuck." You muttered under your breath, kicking after the slimy hands reaching for you.

Too many prowlers had reached the vehicle, strangely deformed bodies pressing against the metal, shaking the car increasingly heftily.

Your heart threatened to jump out of your throat, limbs feeling like jello while you could do nothing but sit and wait, hoping that they would loose interest when they realized that they were too stupid to climb on top of the roof as well.

Or so you thought, when one of the crawling exemplars managed to pull itself up onto the cowling, long, thin arms starting to creep closer towards you.

You shrunk backwards, kicking after the thing, worn out chucks just slipping over the grossly wet surface of the monster's body.

"No- fuck-" You regretted entering that drug store. You regretted thinking that it would be safe to walk over this wide, open space-

bang

You screamed surprised when a thundering explosion filled your field of view with a flashing, white light, driving the crowd of prowlers apart.

You had just enough time to comprehend that it was one of those party fireworks you can buy every year around new year's eve, when a silver blade cut through the air, catching the reflection of the moonlight, before neatly slicing off the crawling prowler's head, til it rolled off the car, making a repulsing wet noise when it hit the ground..

You shrieked again surprised when your eyes followed the blade that just beheaded the creature, up a sturdy, metal hilt until they reached the person holding it. A man in his twenties, who leisurely snapped his lighter close before turning to you.

"I can't fuckin' believe there's someone else left!" The guy beamed excited, holding out his hand for you, "Finally someone I can play Uno with."

fucking hell

You just gaped, taking the hand offered while still trying to comprehend your situation; There was a man in front of you - messy dark hair, dirty leather jacket and an old army rucksack - holding a giant scythe in his free hand, smiling like a lunatic after he killed one of the monsters you spent your whole past days fleeing from.

There was a man. In front of you. Breathing. Talking. Killing monsters.

He cocked his head to the side confused, after you remained dead silent for some while, "You good? You mute or somethin'?"

You shook your head, voice shaking meekly when you finally spoke, "N-No. Just shocked."

The guy laughed heartily, throwing his head back, rows of pearly white teeth and a cutely scrunched up nose glistering through his dark locks, "Alright then, Kiddo." He patted your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you clumsily, before letting his gaze wander over the slowly recovering crowd of prowlers, "Ya got yourself into quite some trouble, huh?" His back straightened with a few cracks of joints, eyes that had looked soft and innocent a second ago hardening, "Let's get outta here, then."

"Don't!" You tried to stop him, reaching out to grab the back of his jacket when he just fucking threw himself into the chaos, causing you to jump back stunned when he swung his weapon expertly, chopping two prowlers in half.

"Hurry n' stay behind me, Short Stuff!" He called out, slicing through the never ending crowd of gurgling creatures mercilessly.

Your guts churned when you watched him, contemplating wether it'd be smart to follow this complete stranger who looked like a professional fucking killer in his absolute element.

You made up your mind quickly; If you stayed here, you'd die anyways. Following him gave you at least a slight chance to survive.

Hesitant, you slid off the car, running after the man who hadn't turned back once ever since he had called out for you.

The next minutes happened in a blur, adrenaline, hope and fear blocking your coherent thinking as you followed the stranger closely behind.

He moved so incredibly quick and precisely, cutting, slicing, hitting and kicking until your path was clear and there weren't any prowlers around anymore.

Even when you had managed to leave the parking lot he didn't stop to run, grabbing your hand to pull you behind when he noticed how you couldn't quite keep up, "Hurry!"

By the time you had reached a safer space in an abandoned, dark alley you were gasping for air, clutching your sides painfully.

The guy, too, seemed quite tired (as expected after he just ended about one hundred of these monsters) leaning against the wall of an old school building, "How did 'cha even get in this situation?" He panted.

It took you some time to become steady enough to speak again, slumping down onto the floor before opening your mouth, "I was being stupid. I hadn't encountered any prowlers in so long so I thought... you know..."

The guy completely overheard the actual sense of your words and cocked a brow amused, "Prowlers?"

You smiled sheepish, "That's what I called them."

"Ah." He nodded understanding.

...

"I- I'd never think I would actually meet someone to share this name with." You admitted.

"That's why you chose such a stupid one." He nodded again.

"Oh, shut up."

"Oi! Didn't I just safe your life?" He reached forwards so swat your head playfully, "Be a bit more grateful!"

You chuckled, heart soaring at this familiar feeling of bickering with a person, that you believed to never experience again, "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Course' I am." He leaned back again, "Fucking brat."

You snickered, exhaling relieved. As far as you could tell was this dude actually nice, "How did you- why did you do that anyways? This was kinda stupid, taking such a risk."

He shrugged, "Jus' saw you on that car an- well, I thought, man, if this is the only other person I gotta get 'em outta there."

"And then you just went for it?"

He looked at you weirdly, as if he didn't understand what was wrong with that, "Yeah?"

You laughed, "I'm glad that you were this stupid, or I'd be probably be dead by now."

"Mhh, I tend to be a bit impulsive, maybe." The stranger admitted with a coy smile, crouching down in front of you while resting his scythe in the crook of his left arm, "Hope that you can serve as a bumper for my stupidness from now on."

He held out a hand for you to take, eliciting a little questioning noise from you, "Jeon Jungkook. Let's travel together from now on."

Your brain worked in over drive when you took his hand, rough, scarred fingers engulfing yours warmly, "O-Okay. I'm Y/N, glad of having met you, Jungkook-ssi."

He immediately let go of your hand in favor of swatting your head again, "Drop the formalities, Chickie, we're literally the only people 'round."

You giggled, rubbing the spot he had hit, "kay', will do Jungkook-ah."

He ginned brightly, impossibly soft expression on his face. That was when you saw it-

"You're bleeding!"

"S' just a lil' scratch."

"Are you kidding me! Half your face is red!"

"A lil' blood loss never hurt any one."

"Are you kidding me-"

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