DAY 799

The bell rang twenty minutes ago, leaving Y/n and Jimin alone in the storage compartment of the auto shop. The lantern the previous owner left here is turned on, the light filling the room bringing Jimin a comfort he didn't know he needed. But having her is a good enough comfort, to be honest.

She's arranging the mattress, pulling on the thin blanket and making it look as presentable as possible. Both of them are quiet. They have been since they kissed. Jimin already barricaded the door to the point where it'd be impossible not to notice someone breaking in. So, they decided against doing watch. They need to rest for now and move out in the morning. A few hours, pretty much. They needed sleep, otherwise they may risk losing their sanities before they're even able to start looking for the kids.

Y/n finishes the preparation of the mattress, smiling at how much better it looks now that there's no dust on it. He stares at her the whole time, her standing and turning to meet his gaze. The two lock eyes, and Jimin's body nearly collapses from seeing those pretty orbs of hers. His heart hops around in his chest, his blood hot and needy. Wow. The beauty that is her. Y/n. There's no denying how much he likes her, and staring at her now? He can't hold himself back any longer.

They march over, meeting each other in the middle. Their lips collide, and just like that they're pulling at each other's clothes, hands roaming their bodies and Jimin guiding her down to the mattress. When they part, he keeps a hand on her cheek, the two still refusing to look away from one another. The lantern illuminates her gorgeous features, her lips pursed and waiting for more. He grants her desires.

Kissing her is making him dazed. It's like he's high without needing the drugs, his hand going down to her shirt to pull it up. She pushes him back so she can do it herself, the two stripping in front of each other without a single word being spoken. All that matters is this moment: the two of them finally together with the light glimmering on their faces. They need this escape. After the stress that was the last hour, they need to feel something other than fear and pain.

When they're fully stripped, Jimin can't bring himself to pull back and admire her. He needs to stay close. That's exactly what he does. He keeps his arms around her back, guiding her to relax against the mattress. Despite being fully naked, neither of them are looking at their bodies. Only each other's eyes.

Jimin places his lips on hers, her hand gripping at his locks and tugging. His hand stays on her cheek, his other going to his erection to pump it, bringing it to her entrance. The moisture there welcomes him with open arms, grabbing at his tip and giving him tiny spikes of pleasure that have him moaning already. It's been too long since he felt this pleasure. Even when he was on his own he rarely touched himself. Very, very rarely. Maybe twice in the months he was there. Maybe even once. Because of that, he knows that he'll need to work on his stamina. But if they're together, odds are he'll get a lot of practice...

They part, him resting his forehead on hers. "You're not alone," he whispers, brushing hair out of her face.

"Neither are you."

He knew the words weren't supposed to make him cry, but he almost does. After months of thinking he'd die alone in that stupid barn, he has a home. A real one. And even if things change with the school because of this attack, he still has her. And based on the way they're looking at each other, Jimin gets his answer. This isn't just lust and loneliness for either of them. They both deeply care about each other in a way neither of them can explain. And that's what makes Jimin's heart jump the most.

Their lips meet again, him letting himself slip inside her. Her hands fall to his back and stay there, her nails digging into his skin. God he loves it. He loves feeling the way she holds him close. He loves feeling the vibration of her moans hitting his lips. Their lips part only so they can stare again, him searching her eyes for permission to continue. She grants it. Then, he fucks her like he'll never get a chance to again.

Jimin's cheek is still in pain from the graze he got, but all that ache subsides in favor of pleasure. Pleasure he gets while deep inside her, making her jolt and moan underneath him. He was worried about his stamina, then he realizes that she's in the same boat as him and relaxes. He goes at a slow but rough pace, giving them an equal amount of pleasure.

It's silent while he goes, the two kissing and getting as close as possible. Her lips are needy for his, her hands clawing at him until he's sure he looks like he went through war. Their passion spews out through every action they take. Her moans are heavenly, him moaning with her and going faster when she begs him to.

The mattress is barely enough to cover the both of them, but they make it work. At least there's no annoying creaking sound. The only sounds are him fucking her and their lips popping against one another's. But those sounds are amazing. They're a melody he'll never get tired of.

He moans loudly against her lips, the noises coming out of his throat fast. They get higher with each thrust, his eyes almost shutting from the intensity of the pleasure. "Jimin," she whispers, him nuzzling his head against her neck and leaving kisses there. Her moans increase, him feeling his pleasure spike.

"I'm here baby, I'm here," he whispers back, peppering her skin with his mouth. He leaves a mark on her collarbone, careful not to go too high. He plays with her body until they're both coming close. Again, due to their lack of stamina, they don't last long. Jimin's already panting and about to give in to his needs.

"It's okay, you can cum it's okay," she says, and he obeys her, pulling out and letting his cum squirt out on the floor. He's sure to direct it away from her, heaving and moaning from the intense orgasm. His moans are so loud and high-pitched that she looks like she'll cum just from the noises. Jimin licks his lips and calms himself, going down on her and placing his mouth against her.

She jolts, gripping his hair and throwing her head back. It's only fair that she gets to release too. So, he darts his tongue out and laps up every ounce of her he can get, groaning against her folds and rubbing his fingers along her lips. She's a moaning mess, him only needing to eat her out for a minute before she releases into his mouth, him happily sucking up every drop.

They both hyperventilate, Jimin coming up and collapsing next to her, bringing her against his chest. His chin rests on the top of her head, both of them having the same thoughts but not saying them aloud. Not yet. But, Y/n can't resist. Only a minute later, she breaks the silence.

"I don't want you just for sex," she whispers, stroking her fingers through the braid in his hair.

He takes her hand, kissing the skin there before pulling her closer. He shut his eyes, keeping his arms around her and cuddling her. There's no greater feeling in the world.

"I know."

~~~

DAY 800

The sunrise is a comforting sight to say the least. Now since it's not night anymore, they can focus on finding Ves and Sky along with returning to the school. They've been walking for half an hour now, hand-in-hand. Their free hands are holding their chosen weapons. Jimin an axe, Y/n a screwdriver.

Thank God for mornings. Howlers at night are always the most dangerous creatures. That's why every survivor fears the night. Not because it's harder to see, but because of the creatures Jimin isn't sure even qualified as zombies at this point.

Zombies are around here and there, Jimin and Y/n easily disposing of them thanks to their experience. As time goes by, Jimin gains his talent and skills back. His brains were always there, but his physical talent wasn't. The fight he lost miserably yesterday is evidence of that. Y/n didn't complain. They both made mistakes in the time they've known each other. Shit happens. What matters is how they deal with it.

The walk lasts another hour before they're able to loop around, entering the outskirts of the city, where more nature is. The buildings both inside and outside the city have a common theme: they're broken. Vines and moss littering the musty paint jobs, doors thrown off their hinges, bodies decomposing in the grass. Luckily the grass isn't tall, so Jimin and Y/n can tell when there's Deadbaits lying around.

"This way. If they have a camp, it's probably through the trees," he says, but Y/n pulls on his hand.

He shifts his gaze to her, her head shaking. "We should get back to the school and see the others. You said it yourself, trying to raid their camp by ourselves is..." She breaks herself off with a sniff, averting her eyes.

"Hey, hon, look at me." She does, him placing his hand on her cheek. "I promise you that I'll find them. I don't care how long it takes or how hard it is, I will find them. We're going to bring them home and into your arms, okay? Your son will be fine."

Y/n comes closer, him hugging her because of the proximity. "Our son," she murmurs, his body igniting with a spark of admiration. He holds her against his chest and strokes her hair, letting out soft breaths and cherishing every second. He shuts his eyes and feels the moment, adoring how she-

'Whack!'

Jimin grunts as Y/n is pulled away from him, him falling to the ground and his vision blurring in and out from the impact made to his head. He isn't sure what happened, but all he knows is that he got hit - and it fucking hurt. "Jimin!" Y/n screams, yelping and trying to free herself from her captor's grasp.

He can't even fight it: he's too weak. They were snuck up on, caught in a surprise attack. He grips the ground, but his kidnapper takes him, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him up. "These are the ones who escaped. Let's take them back to camp. South side is closer," the one holding Jimin says.

His vision continues to blur, and that's when he feels blood pouring down his face. Y/n is hysterically crying, but she was already disarmed, so she can't do anything about it. Neither can Jimin. He doesn't even know where his axe went. "Y/n..." he whispers, staring at her as blood trickles down his face.

"Jimin! Please stay awake! Please!"

But he doesn't. His eyes shut, his vision completely turning to black. Everything fades away. His mind, his body, and most importantly... Y/n...

~~~

Flashback

Flames clog his nostrils. The aroma is so deep it has him choking, coughing out blood, mucus, and spit he didn't know his body could produce. His nails were bent at different angles, some of them half-off and revealing the skin underneath. When he glances up, he sees bodies. Blood. The crimson color floods the vicinity, the very ground he's lying on covered in it. And that's when he sees it. The creature.

The Howler.

Jimin keeps his body still, his breath leaving his nose in quick beats as the booming footsteps pass by. A claw swipes, a man screeching in agony, falling to the ground to join the other bodies. Jimin has a gash on his back, an open wound that'll need cleaning, and he'll need painkillers for it. But that's the least of his concerns right now.

He peeks up, his body freezing when he sees the eyes of his best friend staring back. The friend who's been by his side for the entire time he was in this group. But now the walls are falling, flames filling the air, blood covering the ground. His entire body is soaked in the substance, him blending in. The flames are so heavy that the sky seems to be red, smoke cloaking the parts that aren't the familiar dark color.

The Howler drags its body along, Jimin's best friend laying on the ground next to it, unmoving. He's alive, but he's desperate. He's hyperventilating and keeping himself as still as he can as to avoid detection. The zombie saunters by, hesitating near the exit. His best friend keeps his eyes on Jimin, his hands splattered in blood. And that's when the blow comes. The blow that ends his life.

Jimin has to bite back his scream, his body going numb to it all. His best friend lets out his last breath, reaching out as if trying to save Jimin. It won't work. He won't survive. The Howler does its signature move, roaring so loudly the ground shakes, Jimin shaking with it. His tears fall off his face, the feeling of the moisture rolling down his cheeks scorching his skin. Jimin's crusty eyes stare at the body of his best friend, his life crumbling in front of him.

Much to his surprise, the Howler storms away, Jimin taking the new solitude to his advantage. He sobs, the pain in his arms and legs making him unable to move. His weeps won't stop, the bodies of all his closest friends around him. One of the bodies is on top of him, the person who saved his life by taking the hit for him. That didn't stop Jimin from feeling the burn of the Howler's claws ripping through his skin.

His body quivers from the unease swirling inside him, his mouth opening only to let out blood and screams. The Howler must be too preoccupied with the other survivors seeing as it never comes back. He doesn't even care right now. Live or die, it doesn't seem to matter.

Jimin ends up tasting blood, his face covered with it. But he can't let that stop him. He reaches out, his fingers begging him to close the distance, to hold his best friend in his arms. "Y/n," he says, going still after it. Y/n...? Is this a dream? He's reliving the worst moment of his life, and she triggered that memory by being just out of reach? Jimin sniffles as he sobs, keeping his arm out. Now he sees it. He sees Y/n a few feet away, seconds before he passed out. Seconds before they were taken. But dream world or not, one thing stayed the same.

He can't do a damn thing.