Can I get the 'arm doesn't bend that way' and the 'cannibalism' thing with mark (got7) ? ^-^
of course bb ^_^
a/n: inspired by that one Halloween episode of Community so please show understanding. warnings, mild spoilers for the series!
pairing: mark from got7 x reader (f.)
prompt(s): “I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend that way.” & “Oh yeah, I’m totally into cannibalism.”
genre: humour; crack; zombie au; angst
warnings: mature language; gore; minor character deaths; mentions of drug use; mentions of alchohol use
words: 3.5k
“Mm, weird,” you state once the first bite of those weird tacos hits your oesophagus. It’s Halloween, in what could be the first Halloween party ever thrown by the Dean himself as a way to bring the spirit of the holiday over the campus. Or more precisely cause he didn’t have anything better to do on Halloween night.
Mark cocks an eyebrow at you as he drags away his hand with the freshly bitten taco. Tonight requires Mark’s unwilling assistance, seeing as you’re dressed as Edward Scissorhands and your hands are, well... scissors.
Safety scissors to be precise! Which, of course, had prompted a series of laughs to emit from your friends as the attempt to dress as Edward Scissorhands has left you with poorly dyed-black safety scissors.
Your friend in the James Bond costume takes a bite from your bitten taco. Oh, he’s gonna pay for this. “Your tendency to dress up in things that limit the use of your hands? I’d say alarming, though definitely weird,” Mark says in midst of chewing your taco and gloats when you try to take it back and fail spectacularly.
Damn your scissor-hands.
“Ha-ha, and what are you supposed to be, some hot guy with money that has sex with girls and never calls them back?” you throw the sarcastic jab while trying to cross your hands on your chest. Not with very much luck.
Mark smiles at your comment. “That’s exactly it! How’d you know?” he says with a cocky grin and you groan at loud. Sometimes he’s just insufferable.
“Ugh, gross, I swear you’re more tolerable once the sun is up, like some kind of asshole vampire that craves sex instead of blood,” you comment, eyes searching the crowd for either Yugyeom or Bambam (as they usually go together and are the most fun ones in the group) or even Jinyoung.
“That... sounds awesome actually. Anyway, you said weird. Weird as in?” Mark redirects the conversation back to where it began before you let it go off the rails.
“Oh, right. Weird as in “Weird, this taco doesn’t taste like a real taco”,” you say as you lean in for one more bite. Mark gives you a judging look you choose to ignore, nevertheless, he brings the taco closer letting you have one more bite.
You chew slowly, letting the taste infiltrate your taste buds as you struggle to understand what kind of meat this is.
At that moment, the overly cheery collection of songs coming through the speakers stops to give way to another usually overly cheery voice that now sounds entirely too panicked.
“EVERYONE STOP EATING THE TACOS! PUT THE TACOS DOWN NOW! THIS IS A STATE OF NATIONAL EMERGENCY!” comes the shaky voice of the Dean and everyone turns around to look at each other weirdly.
Your eyes find Mark’s. “Okay, there’s definitely something weird with the tacos.”
Mark scoffs dismissively. “Yeah, but it’s not like we’re gonna die or something, right?”
Pause.
The Dean’s voice comes back on.
“WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
And it’s pandemonium.
.
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It’s been two hours, thirteen minutes and...
And...
Fuck, you messed up the counting again.
“Y/N, stop counting the seconds since the outbreak took place!” Mark hisses as he, you, Yugyeom and Jinyoung try to barricade one of the study rooms, currently the only one empty and therefore safe.
You ignore Mark, as you put up more chairs on top of the couch in front of the doors to keep them from opening. To be fair you’re not counting the time since the outbreak took place.
Only the time since you took the first bite of that taco.
When the Dean made that announcement (although it sounded more like a cry for help), you started realizing things you hadn’t before. That girls dressed as Harley Quinn and Poisson Ivy that seemed to be making out weren’t actually making out; the Poisson Ivy girl was biting into Harley Quinn’s neck. That guy that looked like he was making a pretty good impression of Tommy Wiseau wasn’t actually high; he was zombified.
And all because of that questionable taco meat that both you and Mark had eaten. Symptoms included: itching all over the body and particularly on your palms, absence of pain, sleepiness and more importantly a sudden, violent desire for human flesh. And it takes about four to three hours for the symptoms to take action since consuming the probably mutant meat.
Which means you and Mark don’t have much time.
“Okay, I think this will do,” Jinyoung exclaims once he’s certain there’s no way the door will open. Yugyeom looks around with fear in his eyes, as he tries to look for any possible way someone may break in.
You can see though he’s still weighed down from losing Bambam in the crowd. Amidst the mayhem of everyone trying to escape (or barf the recently eaten meat) Yugyeom and Bambam got separated and you haven’t heard from him since. You just hope he’s okay.
“So what do we do now?” you ask, crossing your hands on your chest freely now that you got rid of the safety scissors. How can you fight a zombie pandemic with safety scissors for god’s sake?!
Mark settles down on the floor, grabbing a beer. “Have a nice cold pint and wait for this all to blow over?”
You resist the urge to scoff as Jinyoung steps forward. “Wait for this all to blow over? Do we even know what this is?”
“It’s a zombie outbreak,” Yugyeom murmurs somehow detached.
Jinyoung rolls his eyes. “Okay, I know you have a thing for movies but this thing out there is real, people we know are getting ill, or worse, dead! We can’t just sit back and wait for this all to blow over!” he claims, mocking Mark’s suggestion and you and him exchange a wary look.
Mark takes a swig of his beer. “And what do you suggest we do?”
Jinyoung levels his gaze. “Get out there.”
At that, your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “Are you mad? That instantly means getting bitten! Plus if we go out now, they’ll know where we’re hiding!”
Mark scoffs, taking another sip. “That seems like a great idea, because, oh yeah, I’m totally into cannibalism,” he sneers almost to himself.
Jinyoung doesn’t seem deterred as he takes a step closer with a confident look on his eyes. “Not if we don’t use the front gate.”
There’s a silence as you struggle to follow his train of thought, when Yugyeom looks upwards and gasps.
“The vents.”
Jinyoung smiles. “Precisely!”
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The weight of getting through the vents fell to you and Yugyeom so now you find yourself with the other boy, trying to fit through the vents to scout the rest of the library building to find any survivors or any means for escape.
So far you’ve passed by three study rooms which were all full of the infected, not one survivor on sight. Things aren’t looking good.
And your palms are starting to itch. Definitely not good.
“Do you think Bambam is somewhere out there?” Yugyeom whispers from behind you as you crawl through the vents. You bite your lip, not having much hope for your friend but not cruel enough to diminish Yugyeom’s hope too.
“Yeah... Probably hiding. You know how good he’s at hiding...” you say in a terrible attempt to comfort him. If he sees through your bullshit, he doesn’t say it.
Fuck, goddamnit there’s another itch on your palm. How much longer till Yugyeom sniffs out what’s going on? Fuck you gotta tell him and Jinyoung at some point.
You soothe the itch by shaping your hands into fists, letting your nails softly scratch against the irritated skin.
You pass all the study rooms which are currently swarmed with the infected, your only hope lying on the abandoned library cafeteria. The cafeteria had been closed off for “renovations” for the last couple of years, so you can only hope no one managed to break through to it.
And lo and behold, as you reach the open vent above it and look down, you find in joy the abandoned area to remain as such. Completely empty, chains locking the doors next to the entrance to the basement where the boiling room is.
You make a little cheering sound at your discovery as you and Yugyeom decide the place is perfect and make your way back to inform Jinyoung and Mark.
But on your way back as you pass by the second study room, the itch returns and for one second you forget yourself and scratch the open palm with one hand, an almost moaning sound breaking free from your lips.
When you realize what you’ve done it’s too late.
Yugyeom stops behind you with alarm in his eyes as he looks at your palm. “Y/N, what are you-?”
A loud groan interrupts him and you both look down the vent into the second study room to see an overly familiar face looking for something to eat. Or someone.
Your eyes widen as you watch Bambam walk around aimlessly with bloodlust in his eyes. Yugyeom sucks in a breath and leans in further to get a better look.
“Yug, be careful! We don’t know what they can do yet!” you warn him, a part of you sad for seeing your friend become one of them yet another part relieved for Yugyeom’s distraction.
Yugyeom doesn’t listen though. His eyes find his best friend and murmurs softly his name.
Bambam, or what used to be Bambam, turns his head upwards at Yugyeom’s voice and for a moment you’re afraid he’ll alert the others and that will be your doom.
But he only looks at Yugyeom with a tilted head and bloody eyes before-.
“Must. Prank. Jinyoung.”
Yugyeom almost cries with relief. “He’s still in there! He’s still in there! Maybe there’s hope for them!”
You stare at zombie Bambam for a moment too long, entirely taken aback from the revelation. That means that maybe this situation is reversible. That, maybe, both you and Mark have a chance.
You drag Yugyeom away after that, still needing to inform the others of the empty cafeteria. You finally reach the study room, Yugyeom going down first and waiting to catch you but when you move to go down, your costume gets caught in the vents, resulting in you falling down the vents in a weird angle.
Yugyeom doesn’t catch you right away, resulting in you falling on top of one of the chairs barricading the door before falling on Yugyeom and dragging him down in the process.
Yugyeom groans from underneath you as Mark gives out his hand to help you up and with terror, you realize you feel no pain from the fall. Even if your arm seems broken, to say the least.
Mark’s worried eyes find yours, cause if you’re in that stage that means there’s not much time for him either.
“Ugh... Y/N? You okay?” Jinyoung asks cautiously as he leans back to look your over.
“AHahahha, YEah! Why?” you say entirely guilty, trying to hide your broken arm with not much success.
“Because I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend that way,” he comments, all seriousness and Yugyeom’s eyes widen.
“You’re infected! She kept scratching her arms on the way here!” he observes out loud and Jinyoung’s eyes widen as well.
Mark turns to look at you before he sighs and takes a step forward. “Actually guys, it’s my fault. I was eating a taco and made her take a bite because it tasted weird,” he claims, taking more than half the blame when both of you know it’s not quite like that. You’re left staring at him in shock as Jinyoung gasps.
“You’re infected too?! Why didn’t you tell us? Or were you waiting until the last minute to get us infected as well?!” he asks full of anger as he takes a step further away from you.
Yugyeom takes his turn to talk. “I think they were just afraid.”
“Well, they’re stupid too!” Jinyoung snaps back and you shrink into yourself.
“We found a safe place. The abandoned cafeteria. No one made it in yet,” you share with the rest, out of guilt. Mark turns to look at you with shocked as Jinyoung’s anger fades away little by little.
Yugyeom confirms your statement. “It’s true! It’s after the rest of the study rooms but it’s there! Not a single soul inside!”
Jinyoung looks between the three of you, anger, sadness, disappointment in his features. “Then I have no choice. Yugyeom and I will go to the cafeteria, see if there’s any way out. You two stay here. I’m sorry guys but we might as well be the last two non infected in the entirety of the campus.”
You feel your throat closing up and yet you nod to show you understand. Mark’s jaw is clenched as he looks at you, his nostrils flaring up with anger before he turns to Jinyoung. “So what, you’re just gonna leave us here for dead?!”
“Maybe if you weren’t so stupidly selfish, thinks would be different!” Jinyoung yells back but then he regains his composure. He takes a deep breath, looking at you and Mark with sorrow in his eyes. “I’m really sorry but there’s no other way. Come on, Yugyeom, we’re leaving,” he states with finality in his voice as he climbs into the vent.
Yugyeom takes one last look at the two of you before he follows Jinyoung out the vents.
Leaving you and Mark alone.
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Time passes by and the itch grows, spreading to your whole body as Mark begins experiencing the side effects as well.
“Okay. So. We’re screwed,” you comment, voice too panicky for your liking as you scratch behind your neck.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say screwed. More like doomed to spend the rest of our human lives in complete agony before we turn into violence-craving monsters that feed on the flesh of humans,” Mark casually comments as he scratches his left thigh.
You groan at him, throwing one of the couch’s pillows at his face. “Is everything a joke to you?”
He groans back at you. “What else am I supposed to do, huh? Cry over my pitiful fate on the last few hours of my existence? No thanks, I call that a normal Tuesday night, I’d rather get drunk and not think,” he shoots back at you, going for his beer but he already took the last sip. He shakes his bottle on top of his tongue for any last drop of liquid but with an annoyed sound, he throws the bottle at the other side of the room.
You stay quiet at that, instead scratching your arm as you avoid his gaze. Who would’ve thought you’d spend the last minutes of your life alongside Mark?
Which reminds you of how he covered for you earlier in a completely uncharacteristic behaviour of him.
You clear your throat to get his attention once more. “Um, thanks... for before... You didn’t have to cover for me like that.”
Your words have him take a wary glance at you before he shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s no big deal.”
You cock an eyebrow at his blatant display of macho-ness. “Really? Cause the Mark Tuan I know would never have done that.”
He sighs tiredly, eyes avoiding yours. “It was the safest way to admit I was infected as well, I was saving my own ass...” he says, eyes still away from yours as he crosses his arms on his chest.
Your eyebrows furrow. “That-” doesn’t make any sense. But judging by Mark’s look on his face you know that bringing up that now will one give you the opposite result of what you want. So you say nothing.
A second passes before-. “We saw Bambam,” Mark’s eyes turn to you in interest, “Yugyeom and I. He’s...” you take a breath, “He’s one of them, but he seemed to show aspects of his human side while being a zombie,” you ponder scratching your jaw as if you’re thinking over it.
But really the itch just spread to your jaw as well.
Mark seems interested in that. “What did he do?”
You swallow a snort. “He kept saying he must prank Jinyoung.”
Mark blinks as your words, too taken aback for a second before he proceeds to laugh his ass off. His genuine laughter brings out your own and in a manner of seconds, you’re both laughing like lunatics all over the floor.
Once your giggles die down, Mark wipes a hypothetical tear from his eyes. “Ah, classic Bambam. I hate to say it but I’m bummed I won’t get to see what kind of pranks zombie Bambam might pull on Jinyoung,” he whispers as he shuffles closer to you to bump your shoulder with his.
You bite your lip to hide your smile at his attempt to make you feel better though you’re not very successful. Though your smile is quick to fall when the itch reappears, along with the first signs of sleepiness, ultimately reminding you of what’s coming in less than an hour.
“Mark...” you whisper quietly, waiting for him to acknowledge you before you continue. He hums softly, showing he’s there and you take a deep breath.
“I’m scared,” you finally admit, letting an exhale leave your lungs, feeling somehow relieved the words are finally out and an incredulous chuckle escapes you. “I mean Jinyoung was right; we don’t really know what this thing is or what’s gonna happen to us after it happens, or if we really can survive this...” you mumble, the exhaustion and sleepiness slowly taking over you as you rest your head on Mark’s shoulder.
You feel his shoulders rising and falling, indicating the intake of breath. Then his hand slips into your own, fingers interlacing and squeeze your palm softly as if to say “you’re not alone in this” without saying it out loud, as if to comfort you.
Strangely enough, it does.
“I’ll be honest, even though we both know honesty isn’t my strongest suit,” he chuckles at his inside joke and you do as well, “I don’t really think we will survive this,” he admits, his voice grave as he runs soothing circles with his thumb at the back of your palm and you suck in an accepting breath.
“But amidst of all this despair at least I’m glad I get to spend my final moments with you...” he admits quietly, almost in a whisper. You feel your heartbeat increasing at his words, refusing to read too much into them just yet and you move your head slightly to look at him.
Only to find him already looking at you.
Both of you remain silent, staring into each other eyes, not daring to break the comfortable silence just yet.
A shaky exhale escapes you before-. “Me too.”
Mark takes another breath. His other hand travels to rest on your cheek, to bring your face closer as he leans in.
His lips are soft on top of yours, caressing them tenderly as you kiss him back as well. The kiss is gentle, comforting and contrarily sweet among the chaos around you. It’s a chaste yet passionate kiss, warm and long enough to distract you from the reality you’re going through, and yet you can’t get enough.
He leans back, interrupting the kiss and resting his forehead against yours, both of your breathing heavily against each other, his hand still on your cheek, your hands still intertwined.
And as your eyelids grow heavy, you rest your head once more at his shoulder.
“Thank you...” you whisper softly as you feel sleep taking over you.
The last thing you can feel is Mark’s soft lips pressing against your palm.
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The whole campus is swarmed by paramedics, checking people’s temperatures, taking care of open wounds and giving the necessary shots for people that need them. The Dean looks at the whole debacle from outside the library building, relieved the whole situation came to an end without many casualties yet still traumatised from the night’s events to get close to any student.
Jinyoung sees Youngjae from across the lawn, walking confusedly towards him, still trying to gather his surroundings. The two friends look completely out of it. They ask each other what happened. None of them knows. None remembers.
On the other side, near the paramedics’ tent, Yugyeom is finally reunited with his best friend as Bambam sits next to him while getting treated for some weird scratches in his arms. They don’t remember either.
Across from them, near the cafeteria’s entrance is Y/N and Mark, bickering as usual with no recollection whatsoever of tonight’s events, forced to hide the truth from each other for a little while longer.
And among the students, walks around the older Jinyoung, campus’s resident grandpa. He asks when the music is gonna come back on. Everyone tells him to shut up, they all know his internet history.
