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Just Fucking Write - Day 50

Prompt: More Apocalypse Fic

A/N: Apocalypse Fic Masterlist. It’s officially gotten too long for single entries 😳

“Do you ever think about how much we took for granted?” Younghoon asked.

“How do you mean?” Hyunjae replied, carding his fingers through Younghoon’s hair.

“Like being able to go outside whenever we wanted or going to the grocery store or even laughing. When’s the last time you laughed? Like actually laughed, not the cynical kind,” Younghoon said. Hyunjae considered his lover’s words.

“I…don’t really remember,” he finally stated.

“Me neither,” Younghoon agreed. “I used to always wish for time to pass to get to something better than where I was at that moment. Now we can’t even walk outside without guns. It never occurred to me that the future could be worse rather than better.”

“I guess we want to believe the future is better even if the present isn’t that bad,” Hyunjae said.

“At least we still have each other,” Younghoon observed, weaving their fingers together. Hyunjae was silent. “What?”

“Sometimes I wonder what would happen to me if we didn’t have each other,” he admitted. Younghoon sat up and looked at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“When they brought Kai in, when I saw how bad he was, part of me wondered if that could be one of us someday. Then what?” Hyunjae leaned their foreheads together.

“And that is why you need to stay in the present. It might be an endless hellscape, but don’t invent trouble that isn’t there. We’re both here, we’re both alive, that’s all that matters. Hell, we took down a pack of zombies, cracked one of their skulls open, and brought a brain back for Chanhee to study. We’re pretty badass if you ask me,” Younghoon looped his arms around Hyunjae’s neck.

“I love you,” Hyunjae kissed him. He almost knocked Younghoon over.

“I love you, too,” Younghoon’s lips moved against Hyunjae’s.

“I promise I won’t take our time for granted,” Hyunjae pulled Younghoon into his lap.

“I know, baby. I know you’re scared. It’s okay to be scared,” Younghoon assured him, gently rubbing his back.

“Okay,” Hyunjae buried his face in Younghoon’s shoulder. The cities might have already burned, but if something ever happened to the man in his arms, Hyunjae was afraid of just how far he’d go for retribution.

[mvvnsseul]

If only it ended that way

➵ Pairings: none

➵Featuring: Younghoon and Hyunjae (TBZ)

➵Warnings: angst, fighting, blood, depictions of violence, mentions of death and car accidents, Bbangmil as bestfriends!

➵ Word count: 1K

➵ a/n: This is my first work on Tumblr, so I am actually a bit nervous but well, here it goes. Hope you guys enjoy it. Reblogs/ feedbacks are very much appreciated.❤️ (Also, apologies for any cringe)

Younghoon stomped up to his best friend, jolting him by the shoulder as he let out a yell. “Watch it, Hoon!” Hyunjae looked up to see thunder drawn all over the guy’s face, a rare sight. 

Without paying any heed to him, Younghoon dragged his collar to the empty science lab which wasn't occupied since the morning. Confusion took over Hyunjae as the other kicked the door shut in rage.

“Hoon, what’s wrong?” His voice held a hint of distress which only increased as his friend turned around, his nostrils flaring up as he walked towards Hyunjae. 

“What’s ‘wrong’? You tell me, Jae? How could you do this?” 

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he blinked them back, his jaw tensed up. Hyunjae’s brows crinkled as he glanced around, utterly confused as currents of panic bolted through his mind. He genuinely had no idea what nonsense his friend rattled on about.

“I swear to god, Hoon, I have no clue what you’re saying!” He yelled at him, making a furious Younghoon lose his patience, slamming a hard hand across Hyunjae’s face as he winced in pain. Holding his cheek, the guy was instantly provoked, a rush of fury filling him before striking his strong fist on Younghoon’s jaw as he fell on the floor, busting his lower lip. He gasped, noticing the blood from his wound imprint the white wooden floor. He coughed, tossing himself on the opposite side with his back to the ground as Hyunjae abruptly charges at him.

“The pictures! You leaked them, didn't you?” Younghoon managed to squeak out as he gripped the brunet male’s collar and knocked another blow, this time in his torso as he let out an agonizing yell, throwing his body beside him. Hyunjae shut his eyes, catching his breath as he groaned, the pain electrocuting his abdomen. His mind began to ponder on what the guy next to him just said.

“What… pictures?” He let out, his stomach giving in to the throbbing ache.

Younghoon breathed heavily, his black hair now damp, sticking to the sides of his face as he turned to look at him. 

“The pictures of the papers I sent you…” He paused to gulp some air, “the ones for… the exam on Tuesday.”

Hyunjae’s mouth fell open as his brain recalled last night. 

It was a well known opinion, more like fact, that the two were extremely pea-brained when it came to geography. And to the professors it seemed a good idea to hold a geography and history exam on Tuesday.

Which was why Younghoon decided to threaten his good-boy image and sneak into the department head’s room and take a peek into their upcoming assessment, all while sending the snapshots of the paper to his best friend. Hyunjae whipped his head in Younghoon’s direction as he grew anxious.

“Wha- no, Hoon, I’d never do anything like that!” His voice slightly trembled as he pushed himself up on his elbow, his wet brown strands intruding his eyelids.

The sounds of uneven breathing filled the room as impenetrable silence followed. Younghoon’s face scrunched in agony as he propped himself up, facing the bruised male. 

“You really didn’t?” Younghoon asked him, his voice calmer than before. Hyunjae shook his head without any hesitation, implying that he, in fact, didn’t do it. 

“I needed that paper as much as you did, Hoon. Besides you’re my best friend, I’d never do anything to put you in trouble.”

A wave of remorse washed over Younghoon as he heard the confession. The teacher had caught him and deducted 20 points off his academic record due to potential breach of staff privacy and cheating, and that angered him, given that he worked his butt off this semester. 

“They’re deducting my points, Jae.” 

“So what?” Hyunjae retaliated, shoving the chestnut strands away from his eyes, “Tell him you aren’t the only one involved in this.”

Younghoon’s eyebrows wrinkled at this suggestion. 

“What the heck do you mean?”

“I mean, tell him I told you to do this.” Hyunjae looked at him with pleading eyes. Despite the intense scars on his face which would put anyone under the impression that he went to war, his face was enough to persuade Younghoon. 

“Wait, but, what about it? I mean, it’s not like it’s going to save me, yeah?” 

“Yes…” Hyunjae began, his eyes infused with thought as he paused for a moment, then continued. “But we will both get points deducted.”

Bewilderment made its way into Younghoon yet again as he raised his brow, scrutinizing his friend. “Seriously?”

“At least we’re both getting in trouble together!” A hint of cheerfulness sparked within Hyunjae’s voice, his eyes gleaming with joy as he shot the guy a sheepish smile. Younghoon rolled his eyes, his lips breaking into an embarrassed grin as he playfully slapped the latter’s arm. 

“God, Jae, you and your ideas!” He remarked as they got up to their feet with their arms swung around each other, the loud voices echoing as they exited the science lab, grateful for the unbreakable friendship they shared.

Younghoon’s eyes blinked him back to reality as the roaring sound of thunder gushed in his ears. His smile faded as he gulped, a cold current running down his spine. Gloomy droplets of rain fell mercilessly just like the tears on his face as dark clouds loomed over him. His gaze shifted to the front, where a gray tombstone rested, with Hyunjae’s name on it. Flowers and pictures surrounded the stone, all overshadowed by the somber atmosphere.

Realization hit Younghoon, paralyzing his movement. He bit his lip as tears swelled up in his eyes, fogging his vision. After their disastrous brawl, the two were suspended and Hyunjae was involved in a fatal car collision, which killed him. Today was his funeral, and Younghoon couldn’t even sort things out with his best friend before he took his last breath. All he could hear now were tumultuous heart beats in his chest as the rain lashed down heavily.

If only he’d have trusted Hyunjae and not blatantly accused him. If only he would've forgave him.

Then maybe Hyunjae wouldn’t have driven rashly and crashed his car. Maybe he would be standing next to him this very minute.

If only things would’ve ended the way it did in his imagination.

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Nothing, just a series of bbangmil being soft af

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