I kicked my foot on the floor, stalking back to my storage truck/bedroom, at the storage warehouse I now had to call home. It had been a long day of picking, planting, and tending to the vegetable garden that we had at the bottom of the field. The field at the bottom of the warehouse, which Namjoon had led us to after the outbreak of a human-ending virus, had become a place for all our much-needed vegetable and fruit plants. 

After we were forced out of our dorm, we had to find somewhere safe from the madness-driven world. Namjoon had guided the way to the semi-local industrial estate. It held a lot of supplies, such as food and water, plus there was a small pharmacy not too far away which was definitely a Godsend. 

I trekked up to my unit, slid the heavy, metal, door open and snuck inside. It was pretty dark inside since there were no windows, so I left the door open. Kicking off my boots, muddy from working on the field, I sat down on an old pillow, just so I didn't have to sit on the ice-cold metal. I looked over my shoulder only to find Jimin sleeping, curled up with both mine and his blankets, mumbling as he got comfortable. I smiled softly at him, feeling the love in my heart. It was a strange feeling, my heart grew warm and my cheeks felt like they were glowing. 

"It's cold, baby," Jimin muttered, pulling the blankets closer to him. I noticed the cold breeze blowing through the door and couldn't help but agree.

"I'm sorry, babe," I quickly said, leaning over to pull the door shut as quick as I could, hoping he wasn't too cold. I left the door slightly cracked, just an inch, so I could see what I was doing. 

I shrugged my winter bomber jacket off my shoulders and crawled over to my boyfriend. A slight cough escaped my throat as I laid my head on my dusty, old, pillow. 

Jimin rolled over and nestled into my side, almost falling back to sleep as if he hadn't even woken up. I gently wrapped my arms around him, amused at how much he could sleep, though I completely understood why. He needed more sleep since his epilepsy took a massive toll on his energy. He was napping seventy-five percent of the time, but I didn't mind. At least he was peaceful, safe and healthy.

Jimin being safe was all I needed, now that the world had gone to shit. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to him and I vowed to protect him with my life, as soon as we left the dorm.

"Busy day?" He asked, his voice husky and sleep-lined. I smiled, moving his slightly grown-out hair away from his eyes. I couldn't stop the tingling in my heart as his eyes creased up and his lips pulled up into a small smile. 

"Yeah, it was," I shrugged, still playing with his soft hair mindlessly. "But we have a lot of fresh vegetables, now." 

"Yay..." He mumbled, still half asleep yet sounding rather enthusiastic. I just chuckled, lightly kissing his forehead. "That's good..."

"Did you remember to take your medicine today?" I asked, referring to his epilepsy medication. I reminded him every day, I always had done, even when we were trainees. It had always been my job to make sure he and Taehyung had the right medications at the right time, whether that be his tablets or Tae's inhalers. With the world how it is, Jimin just could not afford to miss his doses, so I always made a point of asking - much to his annoyance, sometimes. 

"Yeah, I did," Jimin replied, nodding his head tiredly. I nodded as well, biting my tongue so I didn't press the matter. He wasn't really a fan of talking about it, seeing his illness as a weakness, but sometimes it was important.

"Good," I said simply. Ever since we got together, which was only a month ago, I had to change the way I spoke to Jimin. 

Before any mention of a relationship was made, I always had a soft spot for him; his childlike charms and innocence, it was hard not to baby him. But now, I tried hard not to since I knew it upset him when we treated him younger than he is. However, his childlike personality had come out more and more, the worse the world got. I sometimes questioned if it was more mental age regression due to how scary the world was, but never said anything since I might have been wrong. He had always struggled with anxiety, as had most of us, so maybe it was just his way of coping. 

He shuffled closer to me, burying his head into my neck. I just smiled, holding him tight. I was about to change the subject but a loud banging from outside the unit made me jump.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon's voice travelled around the truck as he popped his head around the door. I groaned, knowing he was gonna ask me to go back outside.

"Right here," I said, sitting up slightly, much to Jimin's disappointment. He just rolled back over and buried his head into his pillow, sheltering his face from the cold coming from the, now, fully open door. 

 "Can I speak with you for a minute?" He asked, nodding outside the door. I sighed, just wanting to stay and cuddle Jimin since he was warm. I looked over at him, noticing he had fallen asleep again. With a small smile, I kissed his head one more time, before getting up and following Namjoon outside.

"What is it?" I asked, walking with him as we seemed to be heading over to Seokjin hyung. 

"The dead are pushing up against the fence again," He said, shortly. I nodded to Seokjin, greeting him silently as he returned the gesture. I could feel the nice warm feeling I had slowly disappear. Whether it was the worry Namjoon's comment had stirred in me, or if it was the fact I had forgotten my coat, I don't know. All I know was I now felt shaky and nervous. 

"And if we don't do something about it, they're going to push it down." Seokjin hyung added to Namjoon's bleak reply, referring to the dead threatening to push down the wire fence that was keeping the warehouse safe. I nodded, actively listening, though the mid-winter breeze was starting to get to me a bit. "We need to try and thin them out, somehow. Get them to break up and spread the weight so it doesn't get too much to hold up." 

"How do you suggest we do that?" I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets before my fingers froze off. Small shivers hit my bare arms and were going down my spine, causing me to wince every so often. 

"We wait for Jungkook and Taehyung to get back from their run," Namjoon shrugged, sounding unsure. I frowned at him slightly, hoping he had some sort of idea on how to solve this situation. "Maybe get Hoseok to go on watch as we group up and take them out, through the fence."

"Where is Hoseok, anyway?" Seokjin hyung asked, looking around.

"I believe he's sorting out the food rations for next week," I said, a shiver causing my voice to sound unstable. "I took him the fresh veg from the garden, a little while ago. This reminds me, that we need to find a way to protect the crops from the wind. It's too cold and the strong winds are just ruining all of them."

"We'll ask Taehyung," Seokjin hyung shrugged. "He knows more about gardening and farming than we do."

"Kook and Tae should be back soon," Namjoon said, trying to bring the conversation back on topic. I just stood, shivering like mad, waiting for the talk to draw to a close. "They promised to be back before it got dark."

"They have a little while yet." Seokjin hyung shrugged again, looking upwards at the sky. 

"Well, if you don't mind," I spoke up, deciding to end the conversation myself when my teeth started to chatter. "I'm going to go back to my room. Let me know when you need me." 

Hyung and Namjoon nodded at me and I turned on my heel, going back to my room. As I walked up to the door, I felt like kicking myself as I noticed the door was still wide open.

"Fuck," I muttered as I hurried inside and pulled the door shut, tight. It was dark, I couldn't see a thing, but that wasn't important. 

"Why didn't you shut the door?" I asked, directing the words to Jimin as I stumbled around in the darkness. I got on all fours and crawled over to my boyfriend, laying down next to him. "You must be freezing!"

Jimin was still lying there, fast asleep, with the blankets wrapped around him. I stroked his cheek, gently, and noticed he was freezing. I just sighed and pulled him close to my chest to try and warm him up.

"You, my love, are sleeping through the end of the world..." I mumbled, snuggling up to him and breathing in his sweet scent. "I love you." 

My eyes felt heavy as I raked my fingers through Jimin's hair, softly. It really had been a long day and it was starting to show. I felt drained so, holding my boy close to me, I let myself drift off to sleep for a while.

When I say for a while, I really just mean a while. I shot up straight upon hearing the maknae screaming for help. His tone was sharp, terrified, and full of desperation.

"Jimin," I said quickly, shaking his shoulder to wake him. "Jimin, wake up!"

"Huh?" He stirred quickly, sounding rather pissed at me for shaking him so roughly, yet also a little panicked. "What's going on?"

"Come, on," I said grabbing his hand and pulling him into a sitting position, feeling bad for him as he visibly started to panic. "We're okay, but we gotta go!"

He pushed himself up and I practically dragged him out of the unit, grabbing my gun on the way, and running up to the others as they were rushing to the fence. I took one glance and saw the dead practically crawling over the wire, which was nearly falling down. My lungs clamped up as I dropped Jimin's hand and started to run towards the maknaes, who were already starting to fight the live corpses.

"Yoongi!" Namjoon shouted from behind me, throwing a crowbar my way. I managed to catch it in one hand and sprinted down to Jungkook and Taehyung. 

Namjoon and Seokjin followed me down, using their pistols to stop the dead from going over the top of the fence. I could hear extra gunfire from behind and, when I glanced back, Jimin and Hoseok were using rifles to keep the dead back, as well. I ran down and stood by Jungkook to help take down the creatures surrounding him, as Taehyung backed up and started using his gun like the others. He couldn't fight with a melee weapon for long, since he grew breathless quickly.

"Take out as many as possible!" Namjoon shouted at us. "Yoongi, Jungkook, don't get too close!"

"This isn't possible!" Jungkook shouted back, powerfully taking down the monsters in front of him. I was starting to agree, we couldn't do this. We would run out of ammo before we even made a dent on how many there were. "There's too many!" 

"Then fall back!" Namjoon orders, shooting the dead down so we could run back. Jungkook was too busy trying to kill as many as he could, so I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. We both grabbed our guns and started shooting. 

I looked around at everyone, taking in their panicked expressions. Looking back, I saw Jimin struggling. The gun Hoseok had given him was almost as big as him and he couldn't handle the kick. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to kill the dead, but every shot sent him stumbling backwards. I shook my head, deciding this was way too much.

"Fuck this!" I shouted, the danger of the situation truly sinking in. "Hoseok, take Jimin, go and collect as much as you can from the resource room and get it to the cars. Don't forget food, water and medications." 

I could feel Namjoon's glare stabbing into my back, but ignored it, deciding he wasn't acting quick enough as a leader. We weren't safe and we most definitely couldn't stay here, we had to leave. "Taehyung, Jungkook, go and get your cars ready to leave. We will hold them off for as long as possible, but make things quick!"

Hoseok was the first to respond, grabbing Jimin's hand and dragging him up the field.

"Yoongi!" Jimin cried out, trying to fight against Hoseok's hold on his wrist, though the older man was stronger. I could feel tears welling in my eyes, but he was safer if he went now. 

"Just go, Jagi," I called after him, trying to force a reassuring smile on my face so he stopped fighting back. Hoseok didn't even give him a choice, he just pushed him forwards and dragged him up to the resource room. "It's okay!" 

Jungkook and Taehyung jumped back into their car and drove up to the main room, following the other two. I snapped my gaze forward, returning my focus to killing the creatures in front of us. My mind shot back to Jimin, and how scared he was, but I forced myself to focus. If I got sidetracked, everything would go tits up - there was no time to worry.

I lost count of how many dead we had taken down, due to them still ganging upon us. My gun was running dangerously low on ammo and I couldn't concentrate anymore. My heart was assaulting my ribcage, causing pain in my side, and sweat was dripping down my neck. I could feel my mind working itself into an anxiety attack, but not even that stopping me from shooting - the thought of keeping my brothers and boyfriend safe was enough to force me to keep going.

"Hurry up!" Hoseok's voice echoed in my head as he pulled up behind us. Without thinking about how close the dead were, I turned on my heel, hoping to see Jimin in the car. But he wasn't there...

"Where's Jimin?" I asked Hoseok through the driver's window as Seokjin hyung and Namjoon jumped in.

"With Tae and Kook," Hoseok said in a sharp tone. "He's fine, safe. Jump in."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I'll go with the maknaes!" 

I took off, not giving them a chance to stop me, which I knew they would try. As I ran up to the second running car, I saw Jungkook in the driver's seat but no one else.

"Yoongi hyung, thank God you're here!" Jungkook sighed, leaning his head back against his seat.

"Where are the other two?" I asked, dread filling my stomach. 

"Go and find them!" Jungkook snapped at me, taking me aback slightly. "Jimin ran off, back to your unit, and Tae followed. I have no idea what they're doing!" 

"What?" I shouted, letting out a groan of vexation as I ran back to my room. As I got to the door, I saw Taehyung screaming at Jimin to move but Jimin was sobbing, throwing blankets and pillows all over the place.

"For fucks sake, Jimin!" Taehyung shouted, sounding angrier than I had ever heard him before. He was trying to pull Jimin back by his waist but Jimin just fought against him. "We need to leave! Fucking move!"

"Jimin, Tae, what's going on? We need to go!" I shouted at them, hearing Namjoon and Jungkook arguing outside.

"He won't leave!" Taehyung cried, turning to me, giving up on trying to pull Jimin out of the room. He was furious, but Jimin was sobbing uncontrollably. "We came in so he could grab his tablets but... He won't fucking leave!"

I shook my head, exasperated, and grabbed Taehyung's shoulders, practically throwing him out of the room. "Just go, I'll deal with this." 

I went to Jimin and shook his shoulder to get his attention, but he harshly shook me off, seeming to be searching for something. He was frantically throwing things everywhere but he was just making a mess and we were running out of time.

"I need to find it!" He screamed at me, still rummaging through all our belongings.  "I need to!"

"We need to leave!" I said, gripping his thin wrist in my hand, firmly but not so I was hurting him. I scanned the mess around the room, looking for his backpack. Once I saw it, I swung it over my shoulder and turned back to Jimin. I could hear Namjoon shouting again and knew this was getting ridiculous.  

"Come on!" I begged my boyfriend but he kept fighting against me. I had no idea what was going on or what he was looking for, I just knew I needed to get him to the car. "Please, baby, we need to leave!" 

 "No!" Jimin screamed, trying to yank his wrist away from me, causing me to tighten my grip. I was scared I was hurting him by squeezing his delicate wrist so tight, but I was more scared of what would happen if I let go. "We can't, I need to find it!" 

I took in a shaky breath, hearing the group grow tenser. It was clear Jimin was scared, his fragile state of mind was shattered by the stress of the situation. Whatever he was looking for was important to him, and in his terrified state, he must have felt he need whatever it was to be safe.

I knew he was most likely going to hate me for it but I gripped his wrist even tighter and stood up.

"I'm sorry," I said, sincerely, as I wrapped my other arm around his waist and practically picked him up, carrying him out of the room. "I'm sorry, baby!"

"No!" He screamed, hitting against my hand to get me to let him go, but I didn't. He kicked, hit and fought against me, but I still didn't. I couldn't! "I need it! Let me go!" 

I saw the dead coming up the field, destroying our crops, as I dragged Jimin to the car. I pulled the door open and pushed him in, holding him back with Seokjin's help as I got I, myself. Once I had the door shut, I let go of him, letting him fall into my lap. I held him tight as he sobbed intensely. I looked up at Hoseok, seeing he was waiting for some kind of permission to leave. "Drive!" 

-

My arm sat firmly around Jimin's small shoulders as we sat in the back of Hoseok's car. We hadn't moved since the last night, though Jimin had fully calmed down now. That didn't mean he was back to his usual happy self.

I had to practically force my boyfriend's medication down his throat since he was pretty much refusing to do anything. In the end, he gave in and took his tablets, but he still hadn't said a word to me. He just sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, his head down. I was glad he didn't push me away when I held him close, though, since all I wanted to do was comfort him.

Taehyung was sitting in the driver's seat, replacing Hobi, and I could tell he was sitting there so he could try and talk to Jimin, and find out what had happened. Unfortunately, he was getting just about the same amount of attention I was, if not less.

I smiled softly as Jimin kept his head down, cuddling himself. Only he is dainty enough to sit like this in the backseat of a car, I thought, watching him closely.

I had absolutely no idea what he was looking for last night, but I did know that he was not in a stable frame of mind. Something had happened, something bad, I could tell from how long it took him to calm down. I was practically cradling him all night, like a baby, since he couldn't stop sobbing. I just wish I knew what had happened, I wish I knew something, but I had no clue about anything.

He just looked so tired, so sad, so... Not him. All of this was completely out of character for him. I had never seen my happy, carefree, childlike Jiminie look so broken.

When he let out a little, trembling shiver, I took it as an opportunity to try and comfort him more. I leaned closer and held him tight, pressing a light kiss to the side of his head.

"You okay, baby?" I asked, keeping my voice soft as I pressed my forehead against his temple. He nodded, slightly, so I tried pushing my luck a bit further. "Are you warm enough?"

He moved his gaze from the back of Taehyung's seat and looked at me. My heart sank as I saw just how dim his eyes looked, they usually shined like stars but now they looked distinguished.

"Yeah," He replied in a voice no louder than a whisper. He cleared his throat a little before continuing. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, love," I said, leaning my forehead against his again. I caught his hand carefully cradling his wrist and was reminded of how tight I held him last night. I sighed and placed my hand over his, moving out of the way so I could gently stroke his wrist over his long sleeves."I'm sorry."

"I just didn't want to leave without it." He sniffled, shaking his head as if his words didn't even make sense to him. I frowned softly at him, still not understanding what was going on.

"What was it, baby?" I asked, tilting my head, hoping he'd answer me. Even though I was desperate to know what he had lost, which was so important to him, I couldn't help but feel there was something more to it.

"It was a locket," He said, looking at me with glossy eyes, his voice small and sheepish. "For you."

"For me?" I asked with a small, confused, smile, silently urging him to keep talking. It was good to finally hear my baby talk, I missed his voice. He just gave a small nod. "How come?"

"It was a necklace for you," He shrugged, looking back down. "It had a piano locket on it. I found it a week ago when we searched that house, remember?"

I nodded, softly smiling at the memories of playing the piano. It used to be my favourite pastime, no matter what mood I was in. I truly missed music, with all my heart.

"I was hiding it," Jimin continued as I watched him, lovingly. His voice was a little bit brighter now, but I could still hear the shake behind it. "And was going to save it for your birthday, in a few months."

"A few months?" I asked, surprised by this last comment. After the outbreak, the date was the last thing I was keeping track of. And, yet, here Jimin was, knowing when people's birthdays were. I had completely forgotten birthdays were even a thing, at one point.

"I've been counting the days," He said, sounding slightly embarrassed now. I felt my heart warm, my smile stretching.

"That is so sweet," I whispered to him, noticing his cheeks glowing red. He leaned into me, laying his head on my chest for a moment. "You are so sweet."

"But now it's gone," He whimpered, sitting back up and locking his eyes with mine. He was starting to tear up again and it made my heart shatter. "It was the perfect gift and now it's gone."

"Baby, it's okay," I told him, smiling warmly. "And if I may correct you, the only thing I need for my birthday is you - safe, happy and healthy - by my side. That is the perfect gift."

Jimin looked up at me, his eyes still glossy and wide. I just sighed and leaned in, pressing my lips to his. He leaned into the kiss, making it deeper and more passionate. I never wanted this moment to end.

"Should I leave?" Taehyung's voice came from the front seat, sounding rather awkward. "Give you some space or...?"

"Piss of, Tae," I said, refusing to move away from my boyfriend as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

Taehyung chuckled and slammed the door after exiting the car. I turned my full attention back to Jimin, only then noticing the movement of his lips had slowed down. I stopped the kiss but kept my face close to his, rubbing my nose against his to make him smile. It didn't work.

"Jagiya?" I mumbled, moving away slightly to see his cheeks wet. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know..." He whispered, closing his eyes tight. He was exhausted, I could tell, so I just pulled him close to me, hugging him tightly.

"It's okay, babe," I smiled at him as he held his arms around my waist. "It'll be okay."

He didn't say anything, he just pulled back and reconnected our lips. I smiled back into the kiss, silently making sure he knew how much I loved him. Without breaking away, I held his face in my hands, wiping his tears away with my thumbs.

My Jiminie was so precious. Whenever I looked at him, whenever I was near him, I felt such a deep admiration for him. I really couldn't put into words how much I loved him, therefore I always let my actions speak for me. I would protect him with my life and he knew that.

He pulled away and laid his head on my chest. I just sighed and held him close, running my fingers through his soft mop of hair.

"I love you, Jagi," He whispered, not lifting his head, just holding on to me.

"I love you too, Aein," I chuckled, kissing the top of his head.

We sat like that for a few more moments, until a loud bang came from the window behind me, causing us to jump.

"Fucking hell!" I exclaimed as Namjoon yelled at the closed window. "The hell is his problem?"

"Come on," Jimin sighed, calming down from the jumpscare our brother created. "Let's go see what's going on."

"We're gonna have to spend the night in the cars." Jungkook was saying as we jumped out of the car and joined the rest of the group.

Jungkook, Namjoon and Hobi had returned from trying to find somewhere we could stay but, from Namjoon's frustrated stance as he paced up and down the road, I don't think they found anything.

I did not like the sound of what Jungkook had said, about spending the night in the cars.

"We're going to freeze to death," I said, shaking my head as I glared at Namjoon, hoping for an explanation for why he was so angry.

"It wasn't his choice to stop looking before you start blame-placing," Hobi said, glaring slightly at me. "We decided to call it a day. The sun's setting and it's only getting colder. We'll be safer in the cars than if we were still out looking."

I scoffed, shaking my head. I was about to argue, and remind them how dangerous it was to be outside at night, but I felt Jimin's small hand rubbing my back, stopping me from getting too angry.

"It's okay, baby," He said, flashing me a small smile that creased his eyes. I just shook my head again, not liking the idea of how dangerous and cold it would be in the cars. "We'll be fine. We'll get the blankets, huddle together, and take turns keeping watch like usual."

"There's one tiny fault with that plan, Jiminie," Hobi said, dropping his gaze to the ground. I tensed, already knowing what he was about to say. He was going to tell us he had forgotten to grab anything to keep us warm.

"What would that be, Hoseok?" I asked sharply, not able to hide my frustration with this whole idea. Hoseok kept looking down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

"I didn't have time to grab any blankets before we left... After grabbing food, water and medications - clothes, blankets and pillows just didn't seem that important." He mumbled, looking up at me for half a second.

I was so angry, and I knew he could see it in my glare. Was he stupid? Of course, we needed blankets and shit! Jimin was epileptic for Christ's sake, he couldn't get too cold! Hoseok had now, due to being some sort of idiot, put him in massive danger.

"I'm sorry!" Hoseok cried, bowing his head to me, but it just wasn't going to work. "I just didn't have time and I didn't think. It was too chaotic!"

"It's okay, hyung," Jungkook piped up, comforting Hoseok and glared at me, harshly. "We'll be okay.

"We're always okay," Jimin said, suddenly side hugging me, causing me to stumble a little. I looked up at him, not able to remove the frown bending my brows but I gave him a fraction of a smile. "As long as we have each other, we'll be fine."

-

It was getting pretty late now and I had just finished my watch, swapping seats with Jin hyung and snuggling up with Jimin in the back seat of Hobi's car. Namjoon had given the idea to push one of the cars around so it was facing the opposite side of the road. That way, we had eyes in both directions at all times.

Joon, Tae and Kook were in the other car, watching the north end of the road. We were facing south. Jin hyung was sat in the driver's seat, next to a sleeping Hobi, while Jimin got comfy and fell asleep on my lap. This would have been my chance to fall asleep, myself, but I just couldn't get myself to relax.

It was bitterly cold, now, and the roads were pitch black - the icy wind was frosting up the windows. My bomber jacket was warm around me, but I still felt harsh shivers running through me. It made me worry about Jimin since he only had a small winter coat, it certainly wasn't enough to keep him warm.

It was silent outside, completely still and silent. Usually the dead were more active after dark, especially when it was cold, but there was not one creature in sight. It was making me paranoid, sending a nauseous feeling to my stomach. My heart was assaulting my ribcage and my thoughts pounded in my mind. I couldn't budge from the feeling that everything was about to go wrong. Images of losing my whole family plagued my mind's eye, causing me to shiver in fear and anxiety, beads of sweat forming in my palms despite my hands feeling like ice.

I ran my fingers through Jimin's soft hair, letting the action ground me. I listened to his gentle breaths, letting them soothe me, stopping the panic attack that was building up. I swallowed hard, feeling my throat drying up, as I kept my gaze out of the window.

"You should sleep," Jin hyung's quiet voice came from the front of the car, abruptly yanking me from my train of thought.

"I'm fine," I replied, shortly, not taking my eyes off the window. I couldn't go to sleep, even if I wanted to. Not while everyone I loved was in such a risky situation. If I fell asleep and something were to happen to them... I couldn't let that happen. Their lives were so much more important than my rest.

"You need to sleep. You're not going to be any good tomorrow, if you're exhausted, Yoongs. We'll probably have a long walk ahead of us in the morning." Jin hyung said, softly. I could feel his gaze burning into me from the rearview mirror. I just shook my head. He should have been focused on the road, not me.

"I know for a fact you won't show it but you can't hide how tired you are, Yoongi." He continued, causing me to sigh in exasperation. I had heard this so many times before and I didn't need to hear this lecture again, it was starting to wear a bit thin now. "Not from me, us, especially not from Jimin. He knows, Yoongi. He knows you're struggling. I know it too, we all do. And you're hiding behind the act of looking after us, but you're not looking after yourself. It's no good taking care of everyone else if you don't take care of yourself as well."

"You guys come first," I said, sharply. "You guys will always come first."

I could still feel him staring at me but, after a moment, he just looked away and sighed. I was about to tell him that he was wasting his time, worrying about me, but a knock on the passenger window made me jump. I lost my train of thought as Namjoon pulled the door open. Hobi woke up, startled but was quick to calm down when the door opened.

"It's your watch, Hobi," He said, sounding like he was about to fall asleep where he stood. The icy wind flew through the car, from the open door, and it sent another shiver through me.

"Okay," Hobi nodded, waking up a bit more now. He just shuffled out of his seat, Namjoon quick to replace him as he went to the other car.

I stroked my fingers over Jimin's cheekbone, making sure the low temperatures weren't getting to him too much. His skin was cold to the touch and a pang of worry shot through my heart. I started to feel more anxious but took a deep breath. Jimin was sleeping, comfortably - at that moment, he was safe - so I could relax.

"You alright, Joon?" I asked, using my concern for my brother distract me from my concern for Jimin.

"I'm fine, hyung," He mumbled as he got comfy in his seat, pulling the door shut and putting his feet on the dashboard.

"Get some rest," Jin hyung sighed, patting Joon's shoulder comfortingly. "You can relax now."

Namjoon fell asleep, pretty much straight away, and Jin hyung and I turned our attention back to the windows. I was surprised to see it was even darker than before. I could hardly see the road anymore, it made my heart pick up on its race again.

My eyelids started to flutter, trying to get me to give in to the exhaustion nagging at the back of my mind, but my heart stopped me from falling asleep. I couldn't, especially now that I couldn't even see outside. How was I supposed to keep an eye out if I couldn't see if the dead were creeping upon us?

Just as my mind began to drift, I was pulled back into full consciousness by soft whimpers nearby. I looked down at my boyfriend, seeing him fidget slightly. His little hands were tugging at his sleeves, his brow was scrunched slightly as little shivers made his lips tremble.

Panic shot through me like a lightning bolt when I noticed Jimin's lips had lost their natural pink tone, I could tell even in the dark. I brushed his hair out of his face, feeling helpless when my fingers touched his skin. He was freezing.

"He okay?" Jin hyung asked, concern in his voice as he looked through the mirror again. I shook my head, frowning deeply.

"He's cold," I sighed, my voice shakey with worry. Without moving too much, trying not to wake Jiminie up, I shimmied my coat off my shoulders and laid it over him. I took his small hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles, to try and warm them up.

Harsh shivers started going down my spine, causing my whole body to shake, as the cold air hit my bare arms. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to mentally block out just how cold I was getting. Better me than him, I thought to myself.

"You're going to freeze, now." Jin hyung scolded, causing annoyance to build in me. My shoulders shook as my teeth started to chatter. Fuck the winter!

"He can't get too cold, you know that," I reminded him, kind of harshly, as I laid back into my seat, still holding onto Jimin's hands. "And I told you, you guys come first."

"You're a crazy man, Min Yoongi." Jin hyung scoffed, shaking his head at me. I didn't respond, I didn't have the energy to argue with him. The way my body temperature was dropping, I felt drained. My eyelids fluttered for a few moments before my mind just shut off and I fell asleep, finally.

"Hyung!" A small, shaky, voice came from outside my bedroom, causing me to groan in annoyance. "Hyung, are you up?"

As I buried myself under my duvet, trying to hide from the voice, I heard my door open. I internally sighed, knowing I'd have to acknowledge the presence of whichever dongsaeng was trying to get my attention.

"Hyung, you need to get up!" Jimin's rushed tone entered my ears. I just groaned, trying to hide in my pillow but his small hands stole it from me and threw it on the floor.

"What the hell is going on?" I almost shouted, annoyed at being woken so rudely. It was rare for us to have a break from our schedule so, when we did, I liked to have a lay-in. These guys knew to just leave me alone on our days off, they knew not to wake me up if they liked living.

"Hyung, something's happening!" Jimin cried, tugging on my hand to get me to sit up. I was not going to cooperate without more information though. If this was just Jungkook and Taehyung play fighting, I was going to be extremely pissed off. "Jin hyung told me to come to get you!"

I sighed deeply, the panicked tone of Jimin's voice setting in. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated with fear, his breathing slightly heavy. If Jin hyung sent him, it was probably important and I could tell it was something serious, from the terrified look on Jiminie's face. With a groan, I opened my eyes, finally letting the boy pull me up.

"What's going on?" I asked again in a softer voice, brushing my bed hair out of my face.

"I don't know!" Jimin said, his voice cracking a little. I frowned at him, noticing just how worried he looked. A bolt of concern shot through me as I saw he was close to tears. I held his hand, trying to calm him down, as I climbed out of my warm bed.

"Hey, now, come on. Just breathe," I said, calmly, rubbing my thumb over the back of his shaking hand. His breathing had picked up more, the way it always did when he was about to go into an anxiety attack. Jimin had always had bad anxiety and he always came to me to help calm him down, since I had my own negative experience with panic attacks. "Deep breaths. Tell me what's going on. Is anyone hurt? Is it Tae?"

He just shook his head and scrunched his eyes shut, holding his hand on his chest, clearly trying to focus on breathing slowly. I grabbed my hoodie off of my desk chair, threw it on, and grabbed his hand again, guiding him out of my bedroom.

We walked into the living room of our dorm and I was immediately met with five sets of panicked eyes. The TV was on, the volume high, as the news blared through the room.

Emergency broadcasts were being cast all over the world, warning everyone of some sort of virus, in every language on Earth. Voices were clashing, making it hard for me to concentrate on what was going on, but I managed to make out what they were saying. A virus, which was causing people to lose their minds, was spreading. The broadcaster was in the process of telling everyone there was no point in evacuating - there was nowhere to go, it was already everywhere.

"That's it," Jungkook scoffed as Jimin clutched my hand to a breaking point. "We're fucked!"

"Guys, wake up!" Jin hyung's voice filled my mind as he shook me awake. My eyes shot wide open, and my brain scrambled to work out what was going on. My arms felt numb, as did my cheeks, from the cold. I looked around, slightly, before hearing why Jin hyung was sounding so panicked.

The dead, hundreds or more, were pushing past the car causing it to rock, growling loudly. Jimin groaned and nestled his head in my lap but, once he heard the danger outside, he shot up with wide eyes. I quickly placed my hand on his back and pushed him back down, just so he couldn't be seen through the windows.

Little whimpers left his lips as he ducked his head back down. I rubbed my hand across his back to try and comfort him, as he trembled in my embrace, hiding his face in his hands.

The creatures terrified Jimin, to a point of having panic attacks if there were too many. After last night, he was still pretty worked up over it, so I knew he was going to panic now.

"Stay low," Jin hyung whispered to all of us as I pulled Jimin to my chest. Namjoon sunk into his seat, moving as far away from the window as he possibly could. "Don't move, don't make a sound."

I kept my eyes on the window, seeing the monstrous creatures bump into the car. The vehicle was literally swaying side to side, with dark shadows as tall as trees making the windows flicker, blocking the dim moonlight. At first, I thought I was shaking, feeling movement in my arms, but as I heard soft cries, I realised it was Jimin.

"What about the others?" He asked in a shaky voice, burying his head into my shoulder and tightly wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Be quiet!" Namjoon hissed, harshly, causing Jimin to flinch with guilt. I shot Namjoon a cold glare and held my boyfriend close, still rubbing his back, completely ignoring the leader. If Jimin really started to panic, it would be a lot harder to keep him quiet. It was best to comfort him now and keep him calm.

"They'll be fine," I whispered in Jimin's ear, softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as he held me like a scared child holding their teddy. "They'll be fine, I promise."

I kept my gaze on the window, carefully, but fell back into my seat with such a force when one of the dead smacked their hands on it. Jimin screamed an ear-piercing scream that made my ears ring. I clamped my arms around him, trying to calm my heart down so I could be strong for him.

"Shh, baby," I whispered as softly as I could, stroking my hand over his quaking shoulders. I shot my gaze up to Jin hyung and namjoon, seeing them looking just as scared as I felt.

The car was rocking so hard, that I was actually feeling motion sick.

"Jiminie, it's okay," I whispered, hearing his breathing get heavy and quick. "Deep breaths for me, baby. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, I promise. You are safe, you're with me. Just shush, Jagi, just breathe. Follow my breathing for me."

After that, I didn't say anything more. I just slowed my breathing, making sure each breath was deep and audible for the boy to hear, as I raked my fingers through his hair gently. He slowly began to focus on the movement of my chest, following my breathing pattern.

Having to stay calm for Jimin actually forced me to calm my own panic. That was until a loud gunshot rang out from the other car. That's when my lungs stopped working, entirely, and Jimin froze in my arms, completely.

What the hell happened?

Were my brothers okay?

Was this my worst fear coming true?

Dear God, let them be okay.

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Jimin held me so tight it would have choked me, had I not already been holding my breath. I was shaking like a rocket about to take off, seeing the dead outside the car. Dark shadows that resembled boney hands were hitting the glass of the window and I swear I could hear it cracking.

Inside the car, all I could hear was heavy, panicked, breathing along with my boyfriend's cries of fear - but it was all barely audible over the roaring growls of the dead. I had never felt my heart beat so fast against my ribcage! A sharp pain was shooting through my chest as my lungs burned, I thought I was having a heart attack as I struggled to breathe.

"Jagiya!" Jimin sobbed, crushing my ribs as he held onto me for dear life. My mouth opened to comfort him but my voice never came out. I couldn't find the words so I just held him, as close as I could, feeling tears drip down my cheeks.

"Guys, the windows are gonna break!" Namjoon hissed from the front seat, his voice shakey yet harsh. "We need to get out of here!"

"How the hell do you suggest we do that?" Jin hyung snapped at him, his fear being masked by some sort of anger, which was extremely out of character for him. It made me worry even more.

"I don't know!" Namjoon shook his head, gripping his gun tight in his hands, sitting incredibly rigid in his seat.

I wanted to clench my eyes closed, hoping that this would all be a dream if I prayed hard enough. However, I couldn't tear my gaze away from the windows that had visible cracks in them now.

At least one hundred of those vile creatures had the car surrounded. There was even more gathering around the other car! There was no sign of the other three. I just wished they were in a better position than we were.

"We need to do something," Namjoon said. "The others could be in trouble. We need to get to..."

His words were cut off by a loud cracking sound, from the back window, right beside me and Jimin. I had a matter of seconds to act as quickly as I could, the glass smashing with the dead threatening to reach inside.

Hearing the shatter, I quickly pulled Jimin back, pushing him to the other side of the car, my back to the window, sheltering him with my whole body. He screamed out as the glass gave way, though only I was showered in the sharp shards. They coated my back, tore through the thin material of my shirt, and dusted my hair.

The air, now flowing through the car, felt like ice against my skin. I didn't have time to think about that, though, as several hands started pulling at my shirt, yanking me back.

"Yoongi!" All three in the car screamed as I was pulled back. My eyes finally clenched shut, my head hit the frame of the door and I would have been dead, if not for the gunfire that came next.

The pull on my shirt gave way and I fell forwards. I fluttered my eyes open, trying to work out what had just happened, and saw Jimin sitting up against the other window. He had my pistol held up in his shaky hands, the muzzle smoking.

His eyes were wide, filled with tears, and, after a couple of seconds, I realised he had just saved my life. He had just shot the dead down through the broken window. There was no time to thank him, though, no time to hug him and tell him we'd be okay.

"Get out!" Namjoon shouted, the front windows now shattering as well. He and Jin hyung were covering their heads from the glass. "Now! Go!"

The four of us were quick to move after that. Jimin handed me my gun and pulled his own out of his backpack. Using the door to force the dead away, we all hopped out of the vehicle and started shooting straight away.

Fear and confusion dizzied me, once again, when I heard gunfire coming from more than four guns. I turned quickly, seeing my other three brothers fighting, before being surrounded by the dead.

No, no, no! The dead came at me from all directions, blocking me into a circle of death. I had lost sight of Jimin, I had lost sight of everyone! All I could see were monsters, in every direction. I kept shooting, my mind now on autopilot, survival instinct kicking in.

"Jimin, get back, be careful!" Namjoon's loud, authoritative, voice rose above the chaos. "Yoongi, stay with him! Do not leave each other's side!"

I mentally cursed him. Could he not see that I had no way of getting to Jimin? No matter how hard I was trying, the dead just kept coming.

The sound of guns was dying down and, as I went to shoot a creature in front of me, my gun fell silent as well. I screamed out in vexation, fumbling to grab my knife from my belt. As soon as my fingers clasped around the cold handle, I was pushed forward and almost fell into the creature. I raised my knife, stumbling to stay on my feet, only just managing to stab it into the creature's head. It fell forward and I let it fall to the floor.

"Jungkook, fall back, it's no use!" Namjoon shouted, still giving orders out, though I wasn't really focusing on him. "Do not let them get too close!"

It was then I saw an opening, a clearing in the crowd of demons, revealing Jimin fighting desperately in a horde that was way too close to him.

"Yoongi!" He screamed out, his voice hoarse, as the dead pushed him around, only just managing to avoid their gaping jaws. "Where are you? I can't do this!"

"Jiminie!" I shouted back, running in his direction as fast as I could. I took the dead down, not letting them get to him. "I'm here! Hold on, baby!"

I got close enough to grab his hand and pull him away from the monsters ganging upon him. I could hear the others shouting back and forth, just barely, but my focus was on protecting my boyfriend. He was starting to look dazed, scared and confused, causing me to push every other priority aside. I wrapped my arm around his waist, pushing him forward. We could not afford for him to go into a seizure right now, no way! I dragged him into a more clear area, though the dead were quick to close in.

"Back to back, babe," I told him quickly, not letting go of his hand. He was pale - shaky - his eyes clouded, and was stumbling over his feet but, still, he nodded and cooperated. He turned, leaning his back against mine, somehow brushing the glass away from my shirt at the same time. "Just keep going, Jagi! Don't stop fighting. We can do this. Just don't stop, hold on as long as you can!"

Not letting go of my boyfriend, I used my other hand to keep stabbing my knife into the head of the dead. They were starting to build up around us. It wasn't long until I felt Jimin's grip on my hand become loose. I snapped my gaze to him, noticing he had stopped fighting back. He just stood motionless, staring ahead, as those savages grew near.

"No, Jiminie. Oh, come on!" I cried, whipping round to take down the creatures that were starting to close in on us from behind. I held my arm around his waist, once again, keeping him on his feet. He just stood, leaning limply against me. "For fuck's sake!"

"Hyung!" I heard Namjoon cry out, his voice no longer firm and demanding. This time he sounded horrified.

"Fuck this," I muttered to myself, holding Jimin tight in my arms as I pulled him back to Hoseok's car. It would be safer for him to just stay in the vehicle now, I could defend the windows from outside. "Come on baby, stay with me."

Jimin let out a tiny whimper, letting me carry him back. He was losing consciousness, quickly, causing my fast heart to go even faster. I managed to drag him to the car but was not ready for what was waiting there.

Just as I was about to pull the back door open, Namjoon dragged Jin hyung to the front door and sat him in the driver's seat.

"What the fuck happened?" I shouted at the leader in panic, seeing my only hyung unconscious in the car.

"He just..." Namjoon started but saw me with Jimin, who was suffering just as bad. "Fucking hell! That's three, let me help!"

He rushed to me and helped me lay Jimin in the back seat, slamming the door closed and defending the windows with me.

"What do you mean three?" I shouted, starting to fight back against the dead that was, once again, in front of us.

"Tae's down as well!" Joon replied, hurriedly. "Hoseok and Jungkook are by the car, with him."

"Goddamnit!" I cursed. The dead were thinning out, sure, but we still had a long way to go.

"Hyung, this is impossible!" Namjoon cried despite still fighting. He had tears streaming down his face, his eyes swimming in fear and adrenaline. I had never seen Namjoon cry before, never! He was not one to ever show his emotions, no matter how much distress he was in.

"We can do this, Joon!" I shook my head, refusing to let him give up. "Just don't. Stop. Fighting!" 

-

I sat in the back of the car, once again, but nothing was the same. Even with Jimin resting on my lap, snuggled up to me with his hand wrapped around my fingers, something still felt different.

I have no idea how I fell asleep after what happened, maybe I just passed out from exhaustion like the others... I don't know. All I knew was that sunlight was pouring through the shattered window, indicating it was morning, and the icy wind blew a putrid stench throughout the entire car. Even though I knew I had slept, my heart was still ravaging my ribcage.

Vivid images of last night flickered through my mind, reminding me of just how much danger we were in. How I had to fight hundreds of creatures, how they kept coming; I remembered how we had all run out of ammo, how Jin hyung and Tae went down... How I had to carry Jimin back to the car.

As my mind ran with all the memories, I didn't even realise that my hand had moved to Jimin's dainty wrist until I felt his strong pulse against my fingertips. It was almost like a punch in the face from reality. Even though last night was one of the most frightening nights of our lives, we all made it out alive, unharmed. We were all okay and safe, now, so I started to let myself relax a little.

Or so I thought, we were all okay. 

A knock on the door was about to make me change my mind.

"Hyung?" Hobi called, quietly, as he pulled the door open. I shivered but looked up at him, not blind to the concern in his eyes. "Is Jiminie okay to wake up?"

"Why?" I frowned, shifting my gaze to my boyfriend, still pressing my fingers to his wrist. I knew he was okay, just sleeping, but I just couldn't convince myself.

"Taehyung's in bad shape," Hobi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Really bad. I think Jimin needs to wake up, you know..."

"Can you not just let him sleep a little longer? He needs to rest." I asked, shocked at how selfish I sounded, even though I was truly worried about our little brother, so I clarified what I meant. I was worried and if Tae was ill, he could easily take a turn for the worse, but if Jimin panicked then he wouldn't be great himself. "I mean, is there anything he can do or will it just cause unnecessary panic?"

"When Tae wakes, he'll probably want his best mate by his side, don't cha think?" Hobi asked, causing me to let out a weary sigh.

I knew he was right but I didn't want to wake Jimin up just yet. The choice was taken out of my hands though since Jimin stirred. He pulled his hand up to rub his eyes, causing me to let go of him.

"Hey, Jagi," I cooed as he pushed himself up from my lap. "You okay?"

"What's going on?" He asked with a soft, sleepy, voice, running his hand through his hair.

"Hey, Jiminie. We need to..." Hoseok started but I sent him a look, telling him to leave it to me. He snapped his mouth shut, being quiet so I could take over.

"Are you okay, Jagi?" I asked again. I was not about to bombard him like Hoseok was about to.

Jimin just nodded, sleep still creasing his eyes as he sat up, only to nestle against my chest. I just smiled, softly, and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his hair.

"Good," I sighed, happily. My nerves were calming, amazingly, the longer he held onto me. I knew I had to ruin it though. "Jiminie, we need to talk, babe."

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking up at me with a small pout. His eyes shined as he gazed at me, narrowed with tiredness but still as bright as ever. I cupped his cheek, causing him to smile slightly.

"Babe, Tae's not well," I said, just wanting to say it quickly and not drag it out.

"W-what?" He said, his smile falling quickly. My heart sank and I pulled him close again. "What do you mean?"

"He's pretty ill, Jiminie," Hoseok sighed from the door, crouching so he could see him. "I think he really wore himself out, last night. It's really bad and he's not doing so hot. Jin hyung's with him now, but we're not sure what to do."

"Hobi..."I glared at the man slightly, not liking how blunt he was. We all knew that when faced with bad news, Jimin needed to be eased into it gently. If you throw it at him, all at once, he tended to freak out. And that is exactly what happened.

In a split second, I felt myself being pushed back in my seat as Jimin darted out of the car, almost knocking Hoseok over in the process.

"Jimin!" I called him but he was already by the second car. "For Christ's sake, Hoseok."

"I'm sorry," Hoseok said, turning to me, his eyes apologetic but I continued with my glare. "He needed to know..."

"Not like that," I shook my head, climbing out of the car. "You know he panics. You may have well just told him Tae was dying!"

"Hyung..." Hoseok started but trailed off, his gaze dropping to his feet. I just gritted my teeth and walked past him.

"You know what he's like," I said over my shoulder. "And yet you always do this."

I didn't wait for a response, I just walked away from the car, finding somewhere clean to sit where I could keep an eye on my boyfriend. There were lifeless corpses everywhere but I managed to find a tree a little bit further from Hoseok's car, clean, to rest against.

Jimin had taken a seat outside of the second car. Whether Jin hyung told him to wait or something, I don't know, but he just sat on the grass with his knees pulled up to his chest, waiting for someone to move from the backseat.

He didn't have to wait too long as Seokjin climbed out of the backseat. I watched as hyung crouched to his level and they spoke for a moment. Jin hyung glanced over at me before patting Jimin's shoulder and nodded. Jimin hopped to his feet and sat in the car as Jin hyung made his way over to the rest of us.

"He's okay, Yoongs," He said as he walked past me to sit next to the other three, who were sitting closer to Hoseok's car.

"I know," I shrugged, not taking my eyes off Kook's car.

Hoseok, Namjoon, Jungkook and he were all chatting. I wasn't too sure on the subject of the conversation but could safely assume it was Tae. I just zoned out a little, waiting for Jimin to come back.

I hadn't got to talk to him, all I got was a half-hearted nod. That was not enough to convince me that my boyfriend was okay. People could say that I was the most selfish person on the planet but I couldn't help but feel lonely. I had always had Jimin attached to my hip, for a whole month, and without him, I just felt empty.

I understood that he needed to be with Taehyung, though, especially after Hoseok scared the crap out of him. I just had to wait.

"Well, either way, he needs medicine," I caught Namjoon's voice from behind me. "In any normal circumstances, that fever would have him in a hospital."

"Then we find him some medicine," I said, turning to see the three over my shoulder. We needed to find Taehyung whatever meds he needed, there was no doubt about that. The quicker the better because he was suffering. "We need to move away from here anyway. It's not safe."

"We can't move him, hyung. He's not well enough." Jungkook said, causing me to lay against the tree and sigh in exasperation.

"Well, we cannot have a repeat of last night," I said, regretting saying anything since we were already heading in circles. "We need to move one way or another."

"We do, you're right," Namjoon spoke up, using his leader voice, the tone that never failed to always piss me off. "And Jungkook's right. We can't stay here, we need to move. However, Tae is in no fit state to move and we can't split up the group. Unless one of us stayed with him..."

I thought about this option, trying to get my head around Namjoon's rambling. I was okay with staying, honestly. I didn't really have the energy to go walking for miles and I was more than happy to take care of Tae, making sure he was okay.

"But where would we go?" Namjoon continued with his verbal train of thought. He had a good point. "Even if we headed back to where the base was, we've already cleared all the pharmacies around. We need to work this out, though. We may have a whole day but we said that last time and still ended up in the cars."

I just laid my head back against the hard bark, turning back to the car, only to see Jimin standing there.

"I'll stay here with him," He said in a soft voice, causing me to frown. How long had he been standing there?

"By yourself?" Jungkook asked, curiously, only for Jimin to shrug his answer.

"Not happening," I shook my head, ignoring Jimin's sharp glare. This was one plan I was not happy with. "It's way too dangerous."

"We need to find somewhere to stay right? At least find somewhere that has supplies. We're running low on pretty much everything now," Jimin said, I just kept shaking my head. I noticed that his gaze was firmly locked on Hoseok and it annoyed me. I knew the man would take his side, even though it was a ridiculous idea. "There is no point in all of us sitting around wasting time. The sun won't be up much longer and it certainly won't wait for us to get our shit together."

I just scoffed and Jin hyung scolded him for swearing.

"You guys go, find somewhere we can stay," Jimin continued, much to my annoyance.

I didn't miss the begging tone lining his voice but I didn't understand what his angle here was. Why did he want to put Tae and himself in danger? Surely even he was bright enough to know that it was too risky.

"Hyungs, Jungkook," He said, looking at the three with pleading eyes. "You three already know which way led to nothing. You're going to need more people with you. You said it yourselves that it wasn't really safe, just the three of you."

"Jimin, you're not staying here by yourself," I cut him off, not going to allow the others to be manipulated into letting him continue with this suicide mission.

"I can do this!" He squeaked back, walking over and crouching beside me. I saw how his eyes were still shining, now with tears rather than general happiness. "One person stays here with Tae, the rest look for somewhere safe to stay. I am willingly volunteering to stay."

I shook my head again, looking at the ground. If I made eye contact with him, I know he'd eventually get me to give in so I refused to look up. The idea of one person staying was all well and good, Jimin staying was not okay, and I wouldn't let him.

"Jiminie, are you sure you'd be okay?" Hoseok asked, causing me to send a glare over at him. I knew he'd be the one to endorse this stupidity.

"Surely you're not actually okay with this idea?" I snapped at him, not giving Jimin a chance to answer. Hoseok scoffed at me, making me shake with annoyance.

"I think it would be okay," He said with a casual shrug. "If we make sure we head back to collect them before it gets dark and..."

"Don't be ridiculous!" I shouted, interrupting him. I got up, feeling the anger running through my veins, the urge to punch something getting so strong that I just had to move away from the boy next to me before I scared him.

"He's not," Namjoon interjected just before I could fully shout my thoughts. "If Jimin says he can do this by himself, I trust him enough to believe him. Surely you do too."

I sucked in a shaky breath through gritted teeth, using all my strength not to go and knock our leader out.

"Seokjin!" I called, turning to the eldest. "Surely you're against this."

Jin hyung looked up at me, flicking his gaze to Jimin and back to me, before just looking at his feet again and shaking his head.

"Unbelievable!" I scoffed, willing myself not to storm off. Why were they all okay with this?

"Don't you think I'm capable, Yoongi?" Jimin asked me, looking up with teary eyes and a pout that almost broke me. He was irresistible and he knew it, using it to his advantage, but I couldn't give in. If anything, last night just proved that he wasn't capable, not if the dead attacked.

"I think you're being stupid, Jimin," I snapped, letting the words leave my lips before my heart gave in and I changed my mind.

"Min Yoongi!" Namjoon shouted at me as Jimin's expression fell. No pout anymore, he just let a lonely tear roll down his cheek. "That's enough!"

As much as I needed to say something harsh to convince him, I knew I had taken it too far. I instantly regretted my choice of words, knowing just how insecure my boyfriend could be, but I couldn't give in. I just couldn't.

"We do not have time for this, you are coming with us," Namjoon said, his voice firm as he glared at me. I could feel his eyes burning into me and I just wanted to scream. "Jimin is staying here with Taehyung. End of story. Grab the supplies. We need to go."

"Fuck all of you," I muttered under my breath as I turned on my heel and headed to the car.

My whole body was shaking, my palms were sweaty, and it felt like someone had tied a band around my brain and was snapping it over and over and over again. I didn't know if I wanted to curl up into a ball and scream or smash the remaining glass in the car windows.

I just grabbed my backpack from the car and started to throw around everything in the boot, searching for something useful even though I didn't have a clue what I was looking for.

Despite all of them rushing to make the decision, they definitely took their sweet time getting ready. When they had finally collected whatever they needed, they headed in my direction. I just decided to walk on, taking lead in a random direction, refusing to look back at anyone. 

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