Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS
Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language ,smut, light fluff, heavy angst.
Summary: One peaceful night, Yoongi receives a strange phone call from his best friend that he’s been in love with since for awhile now. Only to get a bad news of some sort of weird outbreak that is currently spreading throughout their country. Despite the panic and terrifying encounters with an infected, lies a deep secret that revolves around them. A burden that they were force to carry as a child, through sufferings and their strong bond of love, they both seeks answers for the truth with nothing but their past to move forward and survive the dead world with six more friends that they could trust their life with.
The first time Jimin wakes up, he wasn't aware enough of his surroundings nor is he conscious enough to clearly made out the voices he'd heard. Everything was fuzzy but one thing Jimin knew was that, he's being carried by someone. His chest resting on someone's warm broad back and he could feel himself being jostle and readjusted, so that he'd be comfortable.
All he feels was warm and safe despite hearing the voices talking all around him and Jimin couldn't bring himself to move or make a sound. He was too damn exhausted from everything and the echoes of hushed footsteps overtakes his senses and lulled him back to sleep even more. But before he let his unconsciousness takes over his body. Jimin swears, the deep lazy drawl of a voice was too familiar for his ears.
"Wait – hyung, what's this?" Jimin felt the person carrying him pause and shrug.
"I don't give a shit about it. Come on, let's just quickly leave before-"
"But, this is weird! You have to look at this. Hyung!" Jimin swears whoever that person was, is whining like a brat and somehow, he could feel the person carrying him, sighs dramatically and turns around, probably facing the other or away, Jimin couldn't really tell from the haziness of his mind.
"Look, I don't really care okay. We need to go now." Jimin's carrier seems to hesitate for a moment before he continued speaking again, his words harsh and firmed. Giving no room for arguments.
"Stay if you want. I'm leaving with or without you." Jimin felt his carrier turns, fingers lightly squeezing his inner thighs and started to walk away. He could hear a few curses behind him and a soft reassurance from another voice. Which was slowly fading away.
Perhaps of the distance or maybe Jimin's consciousness is starting to fade away. Either way, Jimin felt safe and content by whoever it was that's carrying him and wherever it was he's taking Jimin. Jimin could only hope for the best. For now, he'll just welcome the sweet lulled of his carrier's heart beat as he once again drove off to unconsciousness.
The second time Jimin was awake, he felt a sharp pain coursing through his limbs. Especially on his right arm. Jimin whimpers in pain while his eyes remained close.
"Shh.. It's okay. Everything's gonna be alright. I've got you." The voice that spoke to him was gentle and soothing. Deep and slurring slightly. As the voice said this, Jimin could feel a warm touch to his forehead and long fingers gently carding through his hair. Jimin could feel himself leaning against the touch, somehow feeling safe and sated as he felt his arm being caressed gently and being wrapped with something soft like a cloth around it. Even though Jimin was only subconscious about everything, he could vaguely made out the concern hidden within the whispery voices talking about him.
"hm? He's healing." A pause, and then the same voice continued, "I just wish we could get there sooner to save him. I promise that I would protect him and yet, I failed again." The man that was fixing him up responded sadly and this makes Jimin frown, his fingers twitching. Another voice suddenly gasped in shock.
"omg hyung! Did you just see that? He-he moved and-"
"Holy shit! Hyung, he's reacting to your voice. C'on say something hyung!"
Jimin could hear the desperation in the voices but before anyone could even say anything else, Jimin could feel himself get lost yet again in the darkness and everything seem to fade. Jimin could no longer hear the voices anymore, all he sees is darkness and soon, Jimin starts to dream.
He was on a bed, his back on the soft mattress. Whimpering and moaning breathlessly as soft warm lips caresses his skin with kisses. Trailing down from his jaw to his chest. Tongue lapping around his nipples and sucking the bud hard.
Jimin moaned again, eyes fluttering and his back arching against the mattress. Soft fingers, grazing his other nipple. Thumb and forefinger pinching the bud while there's another warm touch sliding along his waist to his thighs, squeezing the flesh slightly. Jimin moaned, feeling his skin tingles everywhere with every strokes of it.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this baby. - Mm, I love you so fuckin' much." Jimin open his eyes slowly, feeling bliss out with the way his lover noses against his neck and breathes in his skin. Leaving open mouth kisses below his jaw, down to his collar bones.
"mm, Yoongi." Jimin moaned breathlessly, feeling the way his lover's fingers graze the crack of his ass and slowly penetrating at his opening. Fucking him opened with lubed up fingers and the next thing he knew, Yoongi’s cock was already deep inside of him.
"F-fuck. Ah, you're so fucking tight." Jimin whimpers and moaned like there's no tomorrow as his lover pounded against him. Making Jimin squirmed and a moaning mess when Yoongi thrust deeper, hitting his prostate head on. The staccato of 'Ah, ah, ah' came out of Jimin's mouth were like music to his lover's ears, that drive him to thrust even deeper and faster. The sound of their skin slapping against each other echoes loudly in the room. Jimin's fingernails scraping against his lover broad back, leaving an angry red with it.
"Yoongi. - Mm, ah. I need to- Ah!" Yoongi's lips found his soon after, kissing him hard and messily with the clash of teeth and tongues. Swallowing Jimin's desperate moaning to cum.
"Yoon- Ah! Baby, I'm gon- Ah!"
Yoongi noses against Jimin's neck, lips grazing the skin as he speaks, "come baby. Let it go." With another couple of hard thrust from his lover, Jimin screams as he releases white spurts of cum in between Yoongi's and his body. Jimin's back arching slightly, feeling Yoongi's warm cum filling him whole and full. But before he could fully enjoy the bliss of his orgasm and mind-blowing sex with his lover, Yoongi's whole body started vibrating violently on top of him and suddenly Yoongi was backing away from him with his hands covering his mouth.
Yoongi's eyes were wide and terrified. Jimin reaches out to him but Yoongi shakes his head, the look on his eyes were sad and full of guilt. Jimin didn't know what was happening and why Yoongi was acting so indifferent all of a sudden and he was about to open his mouth to question it, when Yoongi suddenly jerked forward, gagging out blood. Jimin gasped in shock, Yoongi had tears in eyes and smiling painfully at him. His lips move to say something but it was too soft for Jimin to make out what was his lover trying to say.
Jimin felt his heart ache, squeezing painfully and his own tears trailing down his cheeks and the next thing he knew, Yoongi was gone-
-Heavy footsteps stomping around the blazing siren was what wakes him up. He blinks, feeling slightly lightheaded and his vision was blurry. He sat up, noticing that the soldiers were running around the buildings, a few sergeants were shouting orders for their men to move and prepare themselves.
To what, he doesn't know. But all men are now carrying heavy weapons on their shoulders with protective armor on their bodies. He stayed rooted in the corner of his cell, listening with curious wide eyes of what's happening around him and that's when he first heard a gun being shot which followed by loud curses and screaming.
"Fuck! Where's professor min?! - Someone, get him down here now!"
Another gunshot was heard and he wince at how loud it was. "No! Fucking stay away from me, you freaking monster!"
He's startled when there's a body being shove against the door of his cell with a loud thud and the sound that came with it after. Definitely too eerie for his liking, making his skin scrawl and the hairs stand. The sound of growling and clicking of teeth was too damn terrifying for him to even move a muscle. His breath hitches when there's a thud against his cell door for a few times and the scratching of nails on it. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest.
Whatever was out there right now, if it gets in. That's it. It's the end of him. Because whatever is out there will devour him just like everyone out there that was fighting for their life with a weapon. And him? He's alone and stuck here for all he knows and whatever that's going to happen to him next would be his fate. Because he knew it from the start that there's no way he would survive this in the first place. Especially in this hellhole.
The thudding and thrashing against his cell door stop. His gaze fix on that said door, just waiting for whatever that's out there to come bursting through it. Because that door won't be holding out any longer to keep him safe. So, when it became silence for too damn long, he decides that it's probably time for him to get up and prepare himself for the worst. With every ounce of courage and self-perseverance of the pain that courses through his entire body from the cuts and bruises, he willed himself to stand, bracing himself against the walls for support with shaking legs. His gaze never leaving the door.
He moves slowly with trembling legs and gritted his teeth at the intense pain that it causes. Swallowing hard and licking his lips to wet the dryness out of it. Something about the sudden quietness from the outside was nagging at him. Deep in his gut, he knew something was off. By the time he reaches a foot away from the door, he takes a peek through the small glass window on it. Eyes squinting and peering out. He tilts his head slightly so that he could get a better view of his surrounding from the inside but what he sees had him frozen to the ground.
Bodies were scattered around, bloods splattered everywhere and limbs detached while intestines also were torn off from the already dead bodies. He noticed someone was screaming and thrashing weakly against something, wailing out in pain with someone or something that's crouched over his body and was actually ripping the flesh out, devouring it.
He flinched and took a step back when that 'something' pauses, its head titling upwards as if smelling the air. The lights suddenly flicker and shutting off entirely, leaving the whole corridors in darkness. After a few moments the lights came back to life, lighting the room brightly and that's when he noticed that the 'something' is now gone. The soldier's body was a mess of blood and missing organs.
His heart was beating so loudly and fast that he swears anyone could've heard it too. He breathes in slowly, trying to calm his ranging heart and started to take a step forward when suddenly a face appeared in front of him. Knocking its head on the glass window of his door. Snarling and baring its teeth. Bloods smearing on the glass as it hit its head on it. The flesh, rotten and decayed. Eyes white and its teeth were coated with green and red. It was hideous to be honest and it makes his stomach swirl with sickness. He felt like throwing up. He could even smell that thing despite the barrier of the door between them.
The smell was even worse than a dead decay corpse itself. He wonders what was actually happening right now and how can this even be happening. Will escaping even be possible for him right now? Will he manage to survive this? But before he could come up with a plan for his escape, that 'thing' thrashes against the door. So hard that the door rattles. Panic started to rise in him, now that he remembers that 'thing' is out there and there's probably more of it if that 'thing' could manage to wipe out the entire soldiers within a second. Not to mention, someone dead had just risen to be just like that 'thing', which is what he's witnessing in front of him right now. How is he gonna escape in the first place without getting through that 'thing'.
That 'thing' that is now thrashing on his cell's door, not one anymore but four. Snarling and clicking its teeth hungrily through the glass window.
Fuck. He is definitely fucked.
The door definitely isn't going to last much longer either at this rate. Just when he's about to take a cautious step back, one of the 'thing' falls to the ground, spluttering blood out of its head.
Another, falls after the first one and then another. One by one was shot in the head. But there wasn't any sound of a gunshot whatsoever.
But then, his breath hitch. Noticing that his cell's door is now ajar from the thrashing of that 'thing'.
It's broken. He can't hide anymore. There's nothing to protect him now. What if that 'thing' came at him again? What if-
A figure appeared in front of him so suddenly that he screams.
And he immediately shuts his mouth. The sound of his screams swallowed up in his throat, making the sudden silence of the room deafening.
"fuck, look what you had done now." The man titled his head as if listening for something and then he continues speaking, "tch, this is such a pain in the ass." His tone wasn't even close to being annoyed, in fact, he seems amused.
He takes that opportunity to take a step back and take in the man's sudden appearance. He's wearing a black long coat with its hood covering over his head. His white pale neck, showing against the hood of his black coat. His long fingers curled on the rim of the gun he was holding with a silencer attached to it. No wonder he couldn't hear any gunshot being shot earlier. The man shifts on his feet, and he notices there's a few more weapons attached to his waist and around his thighs.
Whoever this man is, he came prepared. And with a mission to accomplished.
He remained speechless for a moment, just eyeing the man standing in front of him. Wondering if this man would be his savior or-
"Look kid, I know what you're thinking." The man spoke suddenly that it startled him a little at how loud the man's voice sounded against the silent room of his cell. He looked up, gazing straight at the man's eyes. The man's face was unreadable but he continued speaking again after, knowing he wouldn't get any responses from him.
"I would love to tell you what's up but we got no time to spare. They are coming. And we need to get out fast if you wanna survive this hellhole and stick your ass as close as possible and remain quiet at all times next to me." The man pauses for a moment as if to think but end up shrugging at him. Turning to walk away back to where he'd came from.
The man took a few steps forward and pauses, glance behind his shoulder to look at him. "you coming kid?"
He hesitates for a moment. Wondering whether if it’s the right decision for him to follow this stranger or to remain here and let himself die like how fate had planned for him in the first place. He gazes down towards his bare feet and frown. Biting his lips as he contemplates everything, the worst that might've happened or the chances that he could probably survive this if he follows the man's lead.
He finally looks up. The man was staring at him with unreadable dark eyes and suddenly the man was smiling at him. All gums and teeth. For a moment, it took him by surprise at how it makes his heart swells with warmth and somehow it calms his raging heart. His lips started to twitch, a hint of his own smile appearing on his face at the sight of it.
Before he could do anything else or nod his head in agreement, the man shrugs off his coat and throwing it at him. He catches it with both hands, staring down at the coat in confusion.
"You can have it kid. It's freezing out there." He looks up at the man, with that being said, the man turned. His back to him. The man took a step and pauses, turning his head sideways with his gummy smile still visible.
He smiles in earnest at the man. Shrugging the coat on his shoulders and pull up the hood, zipping it up to cover his bare body. He walked up next to the man, still smiling with pearly white teeth at the man next to him. And for the first time in his entire life being locked up in the cell. He feels safe.
He could trust this man with his life. And for the first time, he spoke. His voice came out soft like a whisper but that made the man smile even wider if that's possible and he winked at him.
A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update of this chap. I've been caught up with life and work lately and i've been trying to upload this sooner but ohh well. and here we are. i hope this doesn't disappoint any of you. enjoy the chapter folks. Thank you for sticking through with me and this fic. i love all of you who supported this fic and me. <3 You can also check out this fic at ao3
