The sharp sounds of a silver blade cut through the air, paired with loud, manic laughter.

My vision tried to focus on Jungkook who was slitting bodies a few meters away from me, looking overjoyed in between all these monsters, but he was moving too fast.

His worn leather jacket was completely drenched in the odd liquid, clothes stretching over his tensed muscles as he twirled around, having a little too much fun for my taste.

His hair had gotten long, I noticed, long locks repeatedly whipping into his eyes while he moved.

"Jungkook!"

He didn't listen to me, much more likely didn't hear me, my shouting doing nothing but pulling the attention of two prowlers on me.

I sighed, leaning back against the brittle wall of the kindergarten building we had been stopped at.

Hm... how many of these prowlers right here had been children once?

I tried not to think too deeply about it.

The prowlers creeped closer and closer slowly, long limbs moving exaggeratedly as they crawled over the ground like a cheap horror movie cast.

I didn't make any move to run away, staying on my spot in front of the wall while glaring at the slowly moving creatures, grossed out.

A bone chilling, slick sounds echoed through the air when Jungkook landed right in front of me dramatically, beheading both prowlers at the same time, before turning around at me with a proud - borderline cocky - grin, "You said something?"

Why was he getting so happy over this? Creep.

"It's gonna rain."

"Ow, ow, ow, ow."

"I told you." I groaned, while trying to gently dab off the remaining rain water from his face and neck with a wet cloth, "You knew I was right, but you wouldn't listen."

Yeah, this acidic rain was a pain in the ass, but if you were cautious enough I wasn't a real problem - and, shocking I know, but Jungkook isn't exactly the cautious type.

He scrunched up his nose while I rubbed down the side of his neck as softly as humanly possible, not wanting the burn to intensify because of me.

"While we're at it, can I cut your hair?" I asked, remembering the vexing sight of his hair keeping on getting into his eyes.

"And y'know how to do that?" He eyed me skeptically, grimacing when I rubbed over his collarbones.

"Can't be that hard." I answered, putting away the cloth and standing up. We had escaped into the building that I had identified as a former kindergarten, colorful carpet, poorly done window's colors and dusty shelves that were scattered over and over with various toys and drawings awakening a sort of nostalgia in me.

I swiftly put my hands on his shoulders and forced him down onto one of these tiny children's chairs, before rummaging through the shelves, Jungkook too busy with his burns to worry about his new hair cut - he didn't seem to care about stuff like that anyway.

"There you go." I mumbled to myself when I found small scissors with a half pink half green plastic grip. Probably not exactly made to cut hair, but it would do.

"Alright, Mr.Jeon" I started, bending down to ruffle through his hair and make it somehow straight so I could start cutting, "Don't you dare move."

"I'd never." He assured me, as if he wasn't a total spaz and unable to sit still for more than two minutes.

While cutting, I made sure not to cut it too short, just short enough so that it wouldn't bother him while fighting. Not gonna lie, I like the long hair on him, why in hell would I cut it off?

"Geez," I mumbled, "This is harder than I thought."

"Take your time." Jungkook grinned, "I like this view."

"Jungkook, I have a sharp object centimeters away from your skull - eyes off of my cleavage."

He cackled cheekily but averted his eyes non the less, "No need to get so violent."

"You're one to talk, you fucking maniac." He was the violent one.

He just chuckled again, before quieting down and letting his gaze drift off into the distance, somewhere outside of the window, "But shit, just how long were we gone?"

"Couldn't have been more than a week." I mumbled, though I knew what he meant.

Seoul was like a whole other world, all of a sudden. While the prowlers here used to all remind of humans in their size ad shape, moving languidly and weakly, they now came in all sizes and forms - much like the prowlers who attacked us at night with Yoongi and Moonbyul - moving more unpredictably and dangerously.

Before, I felt like in The Walking Dead but now it was more like fucking Attack On Titan.

On top of that was the city even more run down. The buildings and cars had broken down unnaturally quick, having lost any resemblance with what Seoul once used to be. Though this only applied to the outside, the insides of the building still mostly intact (a little dusty maybe).

"Do you think it's the rain?" I thought while moving the scissors clumsily. Damn, my hand was cramping.

"Why?"

"Well, clearly the rain is somewhat acidic-" I tapped against his cheek that was still burning due to said rain, what made him hiss, "-maybe it causes the buildings to break down more quickly? I mean, I can only imagine what it's like when the rain get's into contact with the surfaces outside on a regular basis."

"Hm, maybe." Jungkook hummed agreeing, one hand coming up to fumble on my worn flannel shirt, "But what's with these freaks? D'you think the rain also changed the prowlers?"

I shrugged, "Dunno. When it comes to them I have no idea. They don't make any sense to me."

He nodded, fingers mindlessly playing around with my shirt while I slowly progressed with his hair cut.

"You seemed to enjoy killing them though." I chimed, not having wanted to sound so accusing.

The man scoffed, "Aren't these creeps, like, the reason for all of this?"

Maybe. Maybe not. There was no way to say where they came from in the first place. Jungkook shouldn't just think that simply.

"But you..." I muttered almost inaudible, "-you seemed to have fun, Jungkook. These used to be people, you know."

He shrugged. He shrugged.

"Not anymore. Better kill them before they get you, I thought you agreed with that, Chickie?"

"I do." I admitted, "That's the only logical- that's the only way we can survive."

"See?"

"But-" I wanted to drop it. I wanted to change the topic and not think of it again. Our personal lives, our pasts before all of this, were taboo. We never talked about them.

"But why is it so easy for you?" I asked it anyways, like the idiot I am.

He was quiet for a very long time, the only sounds being the snapping of the kids scissor.

"It just is." He rasped into the silence.

I nodded, "I see."

Maybe I didn't want to know about Jungkook's past. Maybe I loved that picture of the heroic, kind of vulgar, but all the while charming Jungkook so much I didn't want to give it up for the truth.

"I'm all done." I sighed, dropping the scissors to massage my cramping hand.

"You're very bad at this." Jungkook decided after eyeing himself in a small, cloud shaped mirror over the sink.

"I'm sorry it was my first time!" I defended, crossing my arms.

He grinned, ruffling my hair, "I don't give a shit about that, Chickie... never have."

Never have.

What else? What else had he been like?

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