Jungkook eyed the thin line of light falling through the slit between wall and door of the restroom. He had somehow managed to put the door back up after he completely broke it off, trying to cover up the rotting bastard on the other side, so that Y/N wouldn't have to fall asleep to the sight of the dude she just killed.

That being said, as much as she tried to act like she was fine, it was clear that his companion was not sleeping well after all of this.

Naturally so, since she'd gone through more than a normal, friendly girl-next-door kinda girl like her should ever go through and now this on top of all had happened.

Of course she was plagued by nightmares, of course she was thrashing around in her sleep, whimpering and huffing, cold sweat stuck to her forehead.

He still vividly remembered the nightmares he had gotten after his first time or the agony his little heart had gone through.

To be perfectly honest, did the nightmares never really stop. But it was fine since Jungkook never slept much anyways.

After sometime of watching the girl thrash around helplessly he sighed, reaching out to gently drag her into his arms, where he hoped to somehow put her at ease.

He remembered the few times when they slept that close, usually when she was feeling cold (or he pretended like he was feeling cold, for reasons).

A small whiney noise fell from her lips, brows furrowed in her sleep and he pulled her closer, arms wrapping around her, his chin resting on top of her head, "Shhh." He made softly, hoping she'd relax somehow.

Quietly, he hummed a random melody he picked up somewhere, rocking her gently in his arms.

He waited, feeling her breath slow down, muscles un-tense until he finally believed she was getting calmer. He had no clue how much one can influence the dreams of another person from outside, but he could still try, right?

Soon, the only sounds left were her calm breaths, the creaking of the brittle house and the howling of the wind. When Jungkook closed his eyes, he could hear rattling outside, probably the faint steps of prowlers lurking around.

Today had only showed him once again how careful he has to be with her. She was just a young, inexperienced girl and had no chance by herself, not on the long run.

The fear he had felt when he thought the prowler got her had been like nothing he'd ever experienced: Never, in his entire life had he feared so deeply for the life of another person, never had he felt so attached to someone else before.

The mere thought of losing her was worse than the imagination of his own death.

When all of this apocalypse bullshit had started, he had felt good. Because now, he was a free man, free from the chains of his old life - a life he never wanted to go back to. No one was telling him what to do anymore, finally he wasn't anyone's dog anymore.

But when he met her, he learned about how selfish his delight was.

Not only that - he also learned what it felt like to care for another person. And fuck, did he care about her.

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Y/N had been right when she had wanted to get a car.

It was slowly starting to get colder and colder and Jungkook didn't really want to learn what it felt like to travel by foot through the winter.

Damn Yoongi

If it wasn't for this fucker and his military girlfriend, they could cuddle up in a safe car by now and wouldn't need to worry about finding secure places to stay at.

Jungkook had somehow managed to convince his companion to stay inside while he went out to look for her ramen (Yes. Her disgusting ass spicy ramen, just because Jungkook felt bad for her after the incident yesterday) and was now running through the streets aimlessly, looking for a promising store.

Oh the things he does for her.

The colorful sign of a super market caught his attention and although he had no clue what exactly it said, he did know what super market signs usually looked like.

She really gotta teach me how to read someday

It wasn't really a problem for him, that he couldn't read. He didn't know it any different after all. But the image of his little friend sitting down with him and teaching him something with that smart mouth of hers didn't seem so bad.

Carefully, Jungkook stepped inside the store, eyes raking over the strangely empty aisles to check for prowlers.

His hand brushed along the doorframe, as he cautiously entered the room - promptly finding his world turning upside down, dangling from the ceiling on a thick rope.

In all the mess he had let go of his scythe, the weapon tumbling onto the ground uselessly.

"Really?!" He groaned into the empty room. A few months ago, this would've never happened to him - no silly little, cartoonish trap could've fooled him. But now? Who in hell would expect to run into a trap like that when there were literally no people around?

"Ayo, Happy!" The raspy, annoying voice of a dude chimed up, "We got one!"

"No way!" The female voice of who Jungkook assumed must be Happy answered excited.

Soon, a relatively tall woman and a skinny, pale guy arrived. The woman's hair was purple and Jungkook couldn't see any trace of roots. Who in hell had time to take care of their hair color during a damn apocalypse?

Happy (if this was her real name anyways) wore a dark blue polo shirt over a stained, white blouse, pearl earrings and bracelets decorating her. Her friend looked just as snobbish with his polished, black shoes and a wine red dress shirt, though the looked a lot less healthy than her.

"This one looks delectable." Happy chimed delighted, and for a second Jungkook assumed she was just a pervert, "Though with all those muscles his meat might be a little too veiny." He scratched that first assumption quickly.

Fucking cannibals, Jungkook thought, mentally stamping his apocalypse bingo card.

It made sense, he heard of it. Instead of fighting out there they let other people fight their fights and instead of looking for food and risking their lives themselves, they wait until clueless survivors stumble right into their arms.

"Skeptic, get out our best tableware, we're feasting today." Happy chirped.

Bougie cannibals, Jungkook corrected himself.

"Who're ya? A cult?" He sounded mildly annoyed.

"The golf club." Happy retorted, slightly vexed, "And you? What's your name, pretty boy?"

"Like hell I'm gonna tell you."

Her eye twitched, "Fine by me. I usually like to know the names of our dishes, but I think I can make an exception." She turned her head slightly, "Skeptic."

Skeptic went ahead and cut through the rope that was holding Jungkook up, making him slump down onto the ground, legs still tied together. The two were towering over him, analyzing him like he... uhm, well, like he was a piece of meat.

It would've been intimidating and all, but here's the thing:

Right here, it would've been so ridiculously easy for him to get away. He wasn't dead, his legs were just tied together. Honestly, he's gotten out of worse situations before, this was children's play.

But... ever since this whole apocalypse thingy happened, Jungkook's life had been a lot more fun, as much as he despised himself for thinking like that. And fooling around with some man eating cunts was just as much part of the fun as killing prowlers.

"I can't believe you let yourself get caught that easily," Happy snorted amused, "After you survived that long, one might think you'd be tougher than that."

Y/N would have to wait for him a little longer. Or even better, she went ahead and looked for him by herself. That would be kinda hot too.

"Right, right." Jungkook smiled, "My life is at your hands."

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