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Couldn’t have said it any better. We NEED to think about the boys firstly beforehand, they deserve the time they need to come back and be a greater version of themselves, they shouldn’t be forced.

All in all we should support them no matter what. 💜🫶🏻

Please don’t feel guilty for feeling a strong emotion from the news and to take your time processing what is currently happening. Everyone deserves to feel whatever they feel about it. 

But please don’t go around invalidating other people about what they should feel or how they should perceive this break that is happening. People are allowed to be sad, but there is nobody here that has ever said that the boys can’t have a break or that they don’t deserve to have this time for themselves. They do deserve this more than anyone else, and just like I said before, this is the perfect time for them to take things easy and find themselves when they have been running the fast they could for years and that they have been doing it for us. 

You may have a different take about this news or about other people’s opinion, but don’t go around invalidating people for what they are feeling and how they are reacting to the news. Nobody here is completely, one hundred percent, right about how they are interpreting this news or what they think is about to happen, but it’s not right to go around and spread negative things or to force your opinion to others when people are trying to push each other’s spirits up and to stay positive. No, Bangtan is not like others, and that is exactly why we’re all here to support them the best we possibly can, whatever the future might bring to us. 

Stay strong, and don’t listen to any negative voices that are taking you down.  

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Love Lockdown | 06

𝐯𝐢. 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; your lonely journey continues in a pair of twos

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You've barely slept. Both of you have. 

Just the needed amount your bodies were asking for, so you could function the next day.

Backpack tucked under your head, it could be easily taken as the most uncomfortable pillow there is to exist. If it was possible, the can of something in your pink backpack gifted from Taehyung would be imprinted in the side of your head. You can feel the object as if it was still pressed against your head even hours of being awake, sitting up.

You miss him. Taehyung. And Zoya. They brought you hope and didn't make you feel unwanted which can't be said about someone else.

There's a low chance Yoongi would sneak out in the middle of the night, leaving you in this abandoned patisserie – still your fears let the best of you and you'd wake up from your slumber every few minutes to check if he's still there. The faint shadow of his figure, similarly sleeping in the same position as you, was just enough to calm down your nerves a little. 

The sounds of undeads have reduced, giving you the faintest hope of the possibility to actually make it out of here alive.

Yoongi is the first one to move though, disappearing at the back and if it weren't for his abandoned backpack on the floor, you would have thought he ran for the hills. Though, he hasn't spoken to you, not even when your eyes met the first thing in the morning, a little bit of sunshine peeking through the dusty windows.

“Stand up.” he mutters, not even glancing at you as he picks up his backpack. You're quick to scutter to your feet, your head still pounding and spinning at the quick motion. You balance yourself though, catching Yoongi's furrow brows before he starts walking away. 

You follow him, staying close once you catch up to him.

He pulls out the knife, leaning his ear closer to the metal back door with a prominent frown adoring his face. There's not much to hear, it's a risk opening that door because this could either run smoothly or end up with one of you bitten. Which reminds him that your inability to protect yourself makes things ten times worse. He wants to groan from frustration at that thought, having to take a deep breath not to come at you once again. 

“Listen,” he says, turning around to find you standing right behind him obediently with big eyes once you realize he's not only talking to you but looking at you as well. “If I open the door, there's possibility there are bunch of undeads and we stand no chance against them,”

You automatically gulp at that thought, not going unnoticed by Yoongi as he fights back the typical roll of his eyes. 

“Maybe the door will make a big enough sound for them to notice us,” he tells you, staring back into your eyes as he makes sure you're listening to every single word he has to say. 

“I need you to at least try and fight if it comes down to it.” he sighs, your bottom lip tucked between your lips while you stare at him with big and understandably fearful eyes. 

“Okay.” you whisper, pulling out your own knife from the pocket of your jacket that feels heavy on the side, surely has poked a tiny hole from its sharp tip. 

“Look at me dove,” he ushers with a firm tone as your head snaps up at him at the pet name again. “Just one stab to the brain.” he reminds you, a penetrating gaze prowled over his face while you bite your lips to keep them from shivering.

It sounds so easy coming from his mouth.

Though, Yoongi doesn't wait for anything and unlocks the metal door, opening it with no hesitation whatsoever while you're trying to catch a glimpse across his shoulder. The door makes a creaking sound, not a big one to be extremely loud, yet you cringe at it. He's focused on checking the outside, not bothering to look back to see whether you're following him or not, but then – what else would you do? 

The sun shines brightly, causing your eyes to scrunch at the brightness while it warms your dirty face. It's too hot to be wearing your thin jacket, but that's the least of your worries. There's not a body part that isn't sweating on your body and you blame the fear and adrenaline kicking in. 

There are a few undeads, yet unaware of your presence and Yoongi notices them for sure, calculating what's the safest way to get out of here. The back of the patisserie leads to an alley, connected with another street and road. They are everywhere, but the amount of them is important at the moment. It's hard to tell what's the right way, but you leave that to Yoongi as you stand right behind him while looking frantically around you, scared there will be undead or multiple of them attacking you from the back. 

“We need to check the street.” Yoongi mutters and you once again glance behind his figure, noticing there are two undeads lurking at the end of the alley. 

You can't walk past them without them noticing you (obviously) and you have to get to the corner, so you can plan your next move. But all of this can't be done without killing them and you know it. The knife is heavy in your hand, your knuckles turning white from how tightly you're squeezing it. Trying not to focus on the fear, you follow Yoongi like a lost puppy because ironically enough, you do feel safe with him.

Reaching the corner, Yoongi peeks from around it to check the situation while his narrowed eyes scan your surroundings and the undeads. He doesn't count them one by one in his mind, just deducing there are not that many of them which gives you a fair chance to get past them and leave this shitty town. But all of it is slightly difficult, considering he has no idea if you have the balls to kill one of the undeads if it comes down to it. If Yoongi was alone, this would be easy and he would be able to make it out alive without maybe having to kill. But with you behind his back, reminding what a burden you are, Yoongi can't risk being surrounded by undeads and his plan could go all wrong.

Argh, he really wants to groan out of frustration. You're like a little kid that needs to be taken care of.

It's still worth a try. You can't stay here any longer, you're outside in a bright daylight, stuck in the middle of this town with zombies growling around every corner. You have to take the chance now because everything can go wrong in seconds. And he knows it from experience. 

With a sigh, he turns around to inform you about the plan and maybe try to encourage you some more, much to his annoyance, but once he doesn't spot you right behind him where he swears you were just a minute ago, he looks around with narrowed eyes. 

“Dove.” he hisses at you when he sees you standing a few meters away from him, turned with your back as you grip the knife tightly and keep your eyes locked on the approaching undead. 

The truth is, when Yoongi was immersed in his thoughts, you heard a little shuffling at the end of the street just to see there's an undead sniffing the air before it decides to go in your direction. If it weren't for you not noticing it at the right time, you would have only a little time to stop it and considering your current position and situation, you would just attract more attention from the undeads. 

For the first time ever while being a part of this group, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It's your time to prove yourself to Yoongi and maybe he will think about not wanting to kill you after you prove to him that you can be a help. 

Gulping down the nerves, Yoongi's hiss behind you is fully recognized but you keep your eyes on the rotten creature making its way to you. With each slow and broken step it takes, it growls louder and you hope the adrenaline in your blood won't disappear. You already think about backing off which is not bad. So you shake those thoughts off, pushing them somewhere at the back of your mind.

Yoongi curses under his breath, looking around the corner to make sure there is not any undead coming from this direction. He's not sure what you're trying to do, well, he gets the idea but what if you fuck up? He can't deal with you getting bitten, possibly attracting their attention.

You move closer to it, your steps brave but still unsure as you let out a shaky breath. The undead looks like a woman, its height isn't that much taller than you and there's a chance for you to take it down. 

“Just one stab to the brain.”

You remind yourself of Yoongi's words, muttering them under your breath before you point the knife at the undead. It's getting close, too close that if you would take three more steps, you would be standing right in front of it. So you move quickly, angling the tip of the sharp knife at its head while you're trying not to stare at its devastated face. The sight of them is one of the things that scare you the most. You can't bear to look at them. They scare you. 

They're fucking disgusting. 

You get a spurge of bravery and confidence, knowing deep down that there's no backing away because the undead is within the reach. So instead of waiting, you plunge the knife, aiming at its head. But the creature moves somehow and your knife ends up sticking into its cheek rather than where you were aiming. Its brain.

You're fucked.

You realize as soon as your knife ends up stuck in its cheek, the undead toppling over you which makes your legs unstable as you drop on the ground. You yelp, forgetting about being quiet and as inconspicuous as you can be when you start fighting for your own life.

You block everything out, even the set of rushed footsteps and the gravel crushed under heavy boots, until the sound of piercing flesh reaches your ears and the undead stops moving. Its growling dies down and it's kicked off your body as you meet Yoongi's not so pleased gaze.

“What were you thinking?” he asks simply, hoisting you up as he offers you his hand. You barely touch him before he quickly gets you on your feet, making you stumble a little.

You grow ashamed and embarrassed. What were you thinking indeed? That you could save you and him? That you could kill the undead? All of your confidence and bravery dies down just like the undead that's lying not far away from you.

Yoongi scoffs a little, walking toward it before he pulls out your knife.  

“I-I wanted to kill it.” you murmur, taking the knife from him once he flicks it in your direction. 

“I appreciate the bravery, but we're trying not to attract attention.” Yoongi remarks, though there's no hard tone hidden underneath it like you're used to.

He searches your face, noticing the embarrassment and frustration on your face. He steps closer to you, your eyes back on his figure as swipes his thumb over your cheekbone to wipe off the droplets of blood from there. 

“You did well, dove.” 

A rare chuckle makes it past his lips once he sees your shocked expression, dropping his hand.

Did he just compliment you? 

“You still suck but at least you tried.”

Surprisingly, you get what he means. He has finally seen the little glimpse of bravery in you and even though you failed, you tried and that's what's important. You don't see inside his head but at least you hope this is what he's thinking about at this particular moment.

You got a praise out of him, something that soothed down the embarrassment and frustration. And even if you hate to admit it, it feels nice and does magic on you. In the end, he still had a little remark after his compliment but none of it matters and you brush it off. 

“Now come on, let's get out of here.” He cocks his head to the corner where he was standing before, making his way there with no looking back. 

You follow him because there's nothing else for you to do, you still depend on Yoongi and you fully realize if he didn't save you again, you would be bitten which means you would be dying by now. 

You might've told him not to save you next time something like this happens, he still saved you. Knowing him, he is going to spit it in your face at the next opportunity he gets but you don't mind. You're all frustrated, blindly trying to ignore that the people of the group, Yoongi's friends, are missing and there's no telling if you'll ever see them again.

Yoongi is mysterious. You can't even pinpoint what he's thinking and he looks like the epitome of someone who hides his emotions and worries well. He looks strong this way. He doesn't look invulnerable. But is he really strong? Does he have his own demons?

You find yourself wondering about him, at least until you're forced to stop behind him all over again. Luckily this time, there's no undead approaching you as you get a perfect chance to sneak past them. You rush towards the next building, following Yoongi closely as he keeps checking they haven't noticed you yet. 

You hate the weird mixture of fear and adrenaline inside you, wondering if you'll ever make it out of this town alive. You have a long way to go.

Yoongi's goal is to disappear in the woods again, making it easier to escape between the trees if there are any undeads lurking there. 

You make it behind one of the buildings, your and Yoongi's back pressed against the brick wall. There are no words exchanged and you realize that at this point, you're just blindly following Yoongi and trusting him with your entire life. Your and his life are in his hands. 

The distant growling coming from the undeads makes you think they're in a safe distance. Though, Yoongi doesn't move and you try to peek behind his body that's closer to the corner. But he stops you immediately as his outstretched arm pushes you harshly back to the wall. You bite your lip back to prevent yourself from moaning from the painful impact. However you completely stop breathing when one of the undeads walks past the building where you're hiding.

Breath catching in your throat, you watch it stopping and sniffling a little while it seems to be closer to the building on the opposite side. You tense, waiting for the moment the undead notices you and starts walking in your direction. You've no idea what possesses you, but you grab Yoongi's wrist and clutch in your hand rather harshly as his eyes drop to your hands. His eyes narrow but he doesn't dare to move before the undead continues in its walk. You sigh in relief, slowly letting go of Yoongi's wrist as he gives you an annoyed look.

You go like this from building to building, trying not to get caught before you safely make it into the woods. You both run, hiding among the tall trees until you're completely surrounded by it. 

Yoongi barely stops, keeps walking right away as you're having a hard time keeping up. Though you stay silent and follow him like a lost puppy all over again. 

After half an hour of constant walking and the lack of rest, you grow frustrated but still find yourself to be calm once you call out Yoongi's name. But he ignores you, branch cracking under his black boots as he yet manages to push one of the bushes out of his way, not bothering to hold it from you once again as it almost slaps and scratches you in the face. You huff, forcing yourself to quicken your tempo as you keep up with him.

“Where are we going?” you ask but get no response in return.

He just keeps going and going until you call out his name harsher.

“Yoongi!”

You don't expect him to turn around abruptly, causing you to almost bump right into his chest. 

“What?!” he snaps, ignoring your taken aback stare as he narrows his sharp eyes at you. 

“Where are we going?” you ask softly, his jaw clenching as he scoffs and brushes his fingers through his black long hair. It's getting long. You only realize it now after properly looking at him. 

He looks away, still jaw tense and sharp as he leans against the tall tree. He takes off his backpack and pulls out a bottle of water. You watch him gulp it down in one go, his throat bopping before he tosses the empty bottle into nature. Who cares about marine pollution? The world is going into shits anyway, right?

“You wanna know where we're going?” he asks, scoffing as he straightens himself. “We're going to the fucking center.” 

“What about the others?” you ask confusingly.

You swear he just cracked his jaw at your question as he glares in your direction. 

You don't understand. You thought as soon as you would get out of the building and move to a safer zone, you would try to look for the others. They can't be far away and surely, it won't be easy to find them but you didn't peg Yoongi as the type to leave his people behind. So in this way, none of it makes sense. 

“What about them, Y/N?” he asks harshly, your breath hitching as he uses your name with so much anger.

You find yourself gulping, still finding your voice as you ask; “Are we not going to try and look for them?”

He scoffs, “No.”

“Why?”

Yoongi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he tosses the backpack over his shoulder and starts walking away. You scoff in disbelief, rushing to get to him as you mindlessly reach for him and tug his backpack. Harshly. 

You're met with another deadly glare as you see so much frustration and anger in his face. It should scare you off, and in a way it does, but you stay your ground as you look him in the eyes bravely. 

“Why are we not looking for them, Yoongi?” you ask sternly, “They must be close. We could try, what if they're–”

“You wanna know why? You wanna know why we're not fucking looking for them?” he spits and you shut your mouth, completely bewilderment at his outburst.

What's his problem?

“Because we made a promise. That's why we're not fucking looking for them.” he spits, and you think his anger is aimed at no else than you. 

“A promise?” you ask confusingly. 

“Yes, a fucking promise.” He rolls his eyes.

He's ready to let go of this topic, you see it on his face and that's why you cock your brow at him and shake your head slowly. He scoffs, mumbling something under his nose but you swear you hear a curse word. 

“When we get into a situation like this, where we get separated and have no idea where the others are, we continue our way to the center. No matter what.” he explains harshly as you search his face for a few seconds. 

“But what if–”

“This is the only way, don't fucking fight me on this. We know what we're doing. The goal is to get there and that's the highest chance we get to see each other again. We don't know what fucking happened with them, don't you get it? We don't know where they are. They could be on their way there as we are already speaking. They could be anywhere and we wouldn't know,” he presses, each word harsher and harsher as he makes his way closer to you. 

He hovers over you like a dark cloud, forcing your body to be stopped by a tree as you press your back harshly into the tree truck.

“We have nothing. And the only fucking thing we can do, is to get to that fucking center and better hope they will be there.”

You stare into his dark eyes, having a trouble to recognize the emotion behind them but you know it has nothing to do with warmth and positivity. God, he makes you so frustrated. You swear you hate his guts. The way he treats you is not right.

“Why are you so mad about it?” you ask quietly while he's looking as if he's seconds from either punching you or the tree beside your head. 

“Because I don't leave my people behind. They're out there, fighting for their lives while I'm stuck here with you.” he hisses and your body quivers.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

“It's not my fault.” you whisper and he finds your eyes again. He simply just stares and presses his lips tightly. 

In a way, their decision to go to the center makes sense. Just like Yoongi pointed out, you don't know where they are. You don't know if they're even alive and even though Yoongi hasn't said those words out loud, you know the chance of that is possible. And he's very much aware of it. You don't know anything. Things can go south in a matter of seconds. Plus, there are undeads everywhere which complicates the entire thing. Whenever those creatures are involved, it only complicates everything and that everything becomes a ball of uncertainty because none of you can possibly know what's happening with the others after you got separated. 

So yes. You do understand their decision.

Doesn't mean it's easy for Yoongi too. Though, you don't understand his anger aimed toward you. You're like his punching bag and you hate it. But you know he's your only chance to get there safely.

“You wanna know why I'm so mad?” he asks coldly, tilting his head at you and you wonder if you really want to know since he looks so angry. “Because I'm the one who came up with the fucking plan.”

Mouth agape, you stare at Yoongi as pulls away from you before he frustratedly rubs his face.

As a leader, you know he must be facing a lot of struggles. It's not easy to come up with plans while trying to keep everyone safe. Things get fucked up every minute and as much as Yoongi is skillful and smart, he's not a God. He faces all of those struggles alone, it's ruining him and if something happens to anyone, he's going to blame himself for it. Of course, all of this is just your assumptions. Yoongi is unpredictable, so it's harder with him.

But you can surely say that he is facing many struggles – ones that you're not even aware of. 

It makes you emphasize with him, even though he could clearly care less about your empathy. 

“And it's a good plan.” you speak up, softly and carefully as he scoffs, still turned with his back to you. “No, it is.”

“Shut up, please.”

You scoff. “You did what you had to do. You took a big responsibility on you and I know the others know it. Your decision makes sense.”

“Why did you look at me as if I was okay with leaving them behind?” he snaps and you close your mouth. 

You looked at him like that? No. No, you're sure that's not it. You might've questioned his motives but now that he explained their plan, it makes perfect sense. He's sensitive at the moment, you realize.

He doesn't wear his heart on a sleeve, but it doesn't take rocket science to figure out that he truly cares for his people.

“You think all of this is easy? You can't even properly pick up a fucking knife–”

“Stop,” you snap, “Don't get mad at me for no reason. You keep venting your anger on me, but that's not fair.” 

He stares, clenching his jaw as he shakes his head after a moment. He retrieves, clearing his throat. “Let's go.”

He turns around and starts walking away. With a sigh, you force your legs to move as you're facing his back all over again. He puts a safe distance between you, not even turning around to make sure you're still behind him. 

Your conversation keeps replaying in your head. You're angry at him for treating you like garbage but that anger makes you want to cry. You're desperate, scared for your life in a middle of apocalypse, you're tired as fuck. You've been holding your emotions for quite some time again, but you force yourself not to care. Even if it's from anger. 

He's like a ticking bomb. Whatever “relationship” you two have is one fucking ticking bomb and you know this is not the last of it. You're stuck with Yoongi.

And as you keep watching his back and figure, his steps harsh and fast, you realize you were wrong. His anger isn't aimed at you at all. It's aimed at himself for coming up with the plan of having to leave his people behind – even though he's not sure if they're still there. 

But there's a possibility for anything and he's currently walking away.

He's walking away with the person he seems to despise and is no actual use to him. 

You.

Legs aching and mouth dry, it seems like all you've been doing for god knows how long is walking. Maybe that's because it really is what you've been doing this whole time. After your last conversation, Yoongi hasn't spoken since then and to be honest, you haven't been in the mood to spark conversation either. What would you two talk about? How much do you hate each other?

You've been constantly on the move which doesn't make things unnecessarily awkward. The silence would be, but thanks to the never ending branches that keep cracking under your and Yoongi's weight, you're not completely swallowed in one. 

Whatever Yoongi is thinking and planning, you're most likely not the person he wants to share that with. He seems to be focused on getting you to the center, hoping to see his friends safe and sound. But both of you know the only thing you've got is hope. And then there's reality too. You can't get wrapped in a nice illusion that everyone is safe and not dying. It's dangerous.

Because in the end you will always end up disappointed. 

Today's world is raw and real. There is no place for delusional scenarios. 

But it feels nice to dream.

If you closed your eyes, you would see yourself happy and surrounded by your family and friends. You would deal with adult shit that would make you want to pop open a bottle of wine and it would seem like the biggest worry in your life. Ever since this apocalypse happened and the world has turned into a dark shadow, you often find yourself thinking about what your life would look like. 

“There's a lake. We can wash ourselves there.” Yoongi suddenly informs you, stepping on a big rock with his foot while you follow his gaze.

You find a big lake there, its color not looking that pleasant at all but you will take anything at the moment. The sweat has made your clothes cling to your skin and the urge to wash yourself is not bigger than ever. You can't even look at your hands, knowing there's somehow dirt behind your fingernails. 

So you gladly accept Yoongi's plan, finally placing your backpack down on the ground. Finally. The water has never tasted better as it fills up your dry mouth and just like Yoongi before, you empty it all. From the corner of your eyes, you notice him placing his own stuff on the ground before he glances at you.

“You can go first.” he offers and for a split second, you're surprised by the thoughtfulness. 

Though, you have to decline him because you're not sure if the water is safe too. You send a glance to the lake, knowing very well you will miss an opportunity to wash yourself if you don't get there, but you nibble on your lip in a silent doubt.

“Is it safe?” you ask Yoongi and he shrugs.

“Only one way to find out.”

“Oh, so you want me to go first when there's a big chance it's not safe to get there.” you accuse him, his eyes narrowing at you. 

“Nothing is currently safe in this world, dove.” he points out and he has the audacity to smirk your way in amusement when he sees your frustrated expression. 

So that's why he asked you to go first. To what – test if it's safe? 

He must've noticed your suspicion and doubt because he snorts and shakes his head at you, already tossing his shirt over his head. You gulp at his bare upper body, forcing yourself to look away as you give him his privacy. 

“I thought you would want to go first but fine. I'm going in,” he says and you hear his belt unbuckling as you turn around properly, staring at the tree crowns and sun peeking through them. “Make sure to call me if there are any undeads. You're on guard now.”

You send him a thumbs up over your shoulder, hearing a low chuckle in response before the water splashes. Shifting on your spot, you start looking around in case there is any presence with you. But there isn't. Everything around you is peaceful and the sound of water splashing here and there makes you relax. 

From your peripheral vision, you see a pile of Yoongi's clothes tossed on the ground. Is he naked? Duh. Who would go into a lake with an intention to wash there with some clothes on?

You walk over there, finding his clothes slightly dirty which can be expected. After everything you've been through, there's no way any of your clothes would be clean. You grab them and start dusting them off one by one, placing them over a stone where Yoongi had his foot before.

You don't want to look. And you've no fucking idea what posses you when you steal a glance in his direction.

Just like Zoya told you before, nights get lonely and you're suddenly reminded of whatever relationship Yoongi has with Cherry. The indication says they were hooking up and you're not stupid. You wonder if Yoongi misses sex right now.

You know you do. 

It's been a while since you had it. Even before the apocalypse and with people around you, the thought of masturbation never crosses your mind. It's not that easy for you to reach an orgasm while using your hands only.

You're also a human, a woman with hormones and it's not like you've thought about sex before. You were too busy trying to keep yourself alive, so the thought of it never came up.

And you hate yourself how a single sight of Yoongi's broad back and shoulders makes a weird twirl within your lower stomach. His skin is clean and pale, the sun shining on it as if it's asking for any attention. He's washing his face, his biceps bulging out as he keeps rubbing it. And fuck, his hair is all wet, seeming to be ever darker than it is in its natural dry state. You watch as he runs his fingers over his hair and then leans his head back while he slightly shakes it. The tiniest droplets fall down in several directions and you swear, it feels like a scene from a movie.

Feeling the lump in your throat, you quickly turn around with hot cheeks. Crossing your arms over your chest, you close your eyes and mentally scold yourself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

You can't believe you've been checking him out while he's washing himself. Did you just invade his privacy? Oh god, you're so fucking embarassed. What the hell were you thinking? 

For the rest of the time, you don't dare to turn an inch, not even when you hear him getting out of the lake because why would you? He is naked, Y/N! And then you start thinking about what he looks like from the front and you swear you want to slap yourself badly. Why have your hormones started acting up now? This is such an inappropriate moment. 

“See? It's safe, you can go in there.” Yoongi says from behind you, in a good distance since his voice isn't as close. 

You slowly turn around, wanting to scold him when he's not wearing any shirt as he buckles his belt into its place instead. 

Giving him a stiff nod, you brush past him as you make it closer to the shore. There's no time to waste any more time than it's necessary, so you glance across your shoulder to check on Yoongi who's putting his shirt on. He has turned his back to you and you take that opportunity to shed all your clothes off. 

As soon as you dip your toes in, the water is not as warm as you hoped for it to be and you bite back a whimper. Completely naked, your body shudders and goosebumps appear all over it. Nipples completely perked up, you decide to just go in there all at once. You toss your hair tie to the pile of your clothes before you get into the lake. Your teeth clatter at the temperature but soon enough, your body accommodates to it and you start washing yourself as soon as possible.

Curious, you glance back at the land where you find Yoongi turned with his back facing you, being on guard as he glances around. You sigh in relief, not even sure why. Does it matter if he sees you naked? The thought of it makes you embarrassed since your body is nowhere in its cleanest and neatest shape. The extra hair in your armpits itches from time to time and you would kill for a single razor. 

Oh fuck. You miss your bathtub and all the products you had there. You miss living a normal life. 

These thoughts occur in your mind a lot and it could be around the simplest things. It makes you realize how life used to be easy and free. Now it's anything but this. 

You decide to wash your hair too, well, if dipping them into the water can be considered as washing. God knows how long it's going to be until you can wash yourselves again.

The water feels nice. Your muscles aching and warm bath would sound definitely better, but even the not-so-warm lake makes your body relax. You allow yourself that much until you hear a faint growling in the distance. But the problem is it's not going from Yoongi's direction but from the lake where you're currently in. 

You freeze for a moment, waiting for another sound before you see tiny waves getting in your direction and that's when you spot it. The sun makes it harder but once you squint your eyes and place a hand above your eyes, you see the faintest sight of undead trying to get to you.

It can't swim but the lake isn't that deep at all and you realize it's getting closer and closer. 

You move quickly, the splash of water resounding as the undead growls louder at the sound and your movement.

“Fuck.”

You start rushing to the shore but the slippery rocks under your feet makes it harder, causing you to slip as you dive under the water. You jump up, your feet barely reaching the bottom as the rocks are slippery and uncomfortable. As soon as your head is out of the water you gasp loudly and take a deep breath. You're sure you swallowed some of the water which would make you sick in other scenarios, considering there's an undead inside it, but making it to the shore and onto the land is not the main priority. 

Yoongi notices the additional noise coming from the lake and he slowly turns around. What the hell are you doing there? 

With a frown, he steps closer to get a better look as he sees you being extra active. In a second, he notices the undead behind you and the way you struggle. Your eyes meet and you scream at him, asking for help. 

“Y/N, swim!” he yells at you, rushing to the shore as he already prepares his knife.

You do, getting onto your feet as soon as the water is too shallow. Yoongi keeps screaming at you, eyes locked on the creature as he offers you his hand. You quickly reach for it, your hand completely slippery but Yoongi has a great grip on you because he pulls you out with a strong tug. You stumble over the edge, falling down and taking him with you. 

He takes the blow though, his back hitting the ground as he tries to save his head from the impact. You clutch to him, lying on top of him, both of you staring at the lake to check the undead. But it keeps growling and not moving. It seems like it got stuck, therefore it's not coming at you. Both of you sigh in relief, Yoongi's head hitting the ground as his hands leave your naked waist.

That's when you realize you're completely naked, lying on top of Yoongi who's fully clothed. His clothes are slightly dampened since when he got out of the lake, there were obviously no towels here, so he had to put clothes on top of his wet body. But now, you made him completely wet but no apology leaves your mouth as you quickly scurry to your feet. 

Yoongi opens his eyes and lifts his head, finding you clutching your chest as you quickly turn around, completely embarrassed. Fuck!

“Nice ass.” he comments from behind you, your stomach tensing as your cheeks grow even hotter.

Closing your eyes in embarrassment, you hear shuffling behind you before he approaches you. He's standing right behind you, moving to the side a little so you notice him as he hands you your clothes. You take it rapidly, clutching your clothes to your front body but Yoongi remains unbothered. 

“Get dressed, we need to keep moving.” he orders as if any of this didn't happen and as you mutter a silent “okay” you realize you're okay with that. 

You're not sure if he's doing this to not make you uncomfortable or it's his usual uncaring self. But this time you don't care at all.

You get dressed up in silence while Yoongi scans your surroundings. Once you're done, he starts moving and once again, you follow him. But this time you're not tracing behind him but you walk beside him as the sun starts setting down.

Nighttime comes too soon. 

These woods seem to be non-ending and eventually, you're forced to rest and settle with the fact that you're about to spend the night in open sky and dark woods. You can't even see the stars once you sit down next to Yoongi, too scared to get away in this darkness, as the tall trees cover the summer night sky. 

He doesn't comment on your closeness, keeping his mouth shut as you both stay leaned against the tree trunk with your backs. Despite the discomfort under your ass and the harshness of the tree trunk on your back, you start dozing off as silence surrounds you. This is not a proper place to sleep at, but you don't have any choice and you're exhausted. Your legs throb and you wonder if Yoongi feels the same way.

He looks like the type that nothing bothers him. Surely, he must be exhausted too. 

You pry your eyes open each time your head is about to fall back, cuddling more to your thin jacket. You both had to wear another layer since the night isn't too nice to you.

“You can sleep, you know.” Yoongi mumbles when you jerk yourself when sleep is about to overpower you. 

“What about you?” you ask softly.

“I can be on the watch, I will wake you up after a few hours so we can switch.” he explains with a monotone tone as you hum in return.

No need to tell you that twice, you slowly drift off to sleep though your dreams are interrupted and so is your sleep. You keep drifting in and out, not even sure how long you've been like this. In the midst of it all, somehow your head falls onto Yoongi's closer and you naturally cuddle up to his warm and soft body. 

Yoongi presses his lips into a tight line, glaring down at you in the darkness before he lets out a sigh. After an hour, at least he thinks an hour has already passed, he really wants to wake you up and tell you to move your big head off his shoulder because he's starting to stop feeling it. He might be an asshole but he feels bad to do that to a sleeping person, especially when you let out a soft and long sigh.

You smack your lips together, a single sound so annoying to Yoongi that he can't help but scrunch his nose at it. In the end, he snorts amusingly mostly at himself for being so annoyed by you. It seems like he's not getting sleep anytime soon. Does he trust you that you will be able to be on the watch? It's not that hard. You could easily wake him up if there is any danger lurking. But seeing you completely exhausted, he's not sure if you wouldn't accidentally fall asleep. That can easily happen and you wouldn't be able to control it. Exhaustion is a bitch.

He can't risk it though. What if you really fall asleep and then the next he knows one of you is being bitten?

Sighing at his thoughts, it seems like he can't rest even when he's physically doing nothing.

You lift your head up after a while, the uncomfortable position not allowing you to get the needed and good sleep as you look around. It's still dark, it looks like you didn't even sleep. 

Stretching your arms and scooting a little away from Yoongi, purposely ignoring the fact you used his shoulder as a pillow, you let out a soft yawn. “I'm awake. I can be on the watch.” you inform him, voice tired and raspy from the little sleep you've managed to get. 

“Go back to sleep. I got it.” Yoongi mutters, outstretching his legs in front of him as a small breeze starts to rustle the trees.

Frowning, you clear your throat. “You need to sleep too. You don't trust me?” 

It feels like you know the answer to that. 

His silence proves your assumption to be right and you scoff slightly. “You think I'd kill you in your sleep?” 

Yoongi snorts, “Wouldn't put it past you.”

Now is your turn to snort, even though you feel slightly offended. “You think I'd be capable of killing a human when I can't kill any undead?” 

“Touché,” Yoongi mutters, “You're tired. Just go back to sleep. You're safe.”

As much as you are touched by his surprising kindness (even though he says it in his usual Yoongi style), you frown. “You are tired too. You need sleep.”

“Why do you always have to argue on everything, woman,” Yoongi grunts in annoyance, “I told you fucking go back to sleep. We're gonna be walking the whole day tomorrow, so you better prepare for it.”

Now it's your turn to groan in annoyance. “Why do you always have to be so difficult?” you question him back. 

“You know, you really get on my fucking nerves. If you're planning to stick around, at least listen to me and stop disobeying me like a brat.”

You gasp, “I'm trying to be nice!” you exclaim and Yoongi shushes you harshly. 

“You're stupid, not nice.”

“I guess that's two of us.”

Yoongi growls and you glare at him in the darkness, feeling his own glare aimed your way. He opens his mouth, you're guessing ready to tell you something you wouldn't like when there's a nearby rustle that interrupts your bickering. Is that what it's called?

You both shut your mouth and Yoongi brings his index finger to his mouth, motioning for you to keep quiet. Does he really think you would start making noise at this moment? You still nod, your breath hitched in your throat as you both slowly stand up.

There's another sound, not audible enough for you to recognize it until you both realize it's someone talking. And there's also a flashlight that lights in your direction, a few trees to the right which makes you both crouch abruptly. 

“Do you think they're dangerous?” you whisper, feeling yourself shiver at that thought. 

Woods are not safe at all. No place is. And the undeads aren't the only thing that's dangerous.

“I don't know, but I'm not planning to risk it.” Yoongi mutters back and ushers you to hide behind the tree.

Breath quickening, you look from the side just to slam your back against the tree trunk again. “What?”

You look at Yoongi, his whispered questioning causing you to shake your head because the voices are coming closer. Their figures weren't too visible and you can't tell how many of them there are. But from the sound of it, it doesn't look like a big group. But still. 

Trying to find the courage to fight – or to kill – undeads is one thing, but nobody said anything about humans. It doesn't matter if they're dangerous and would aim their knives or guns at you, you wouldn't be able to do anything and you both know it.

Clutching your backpack to your stomach, you stay glued to your spot while Yoongi checks the area from behind the tree, cursing under his breath. “Fuck, they're close.”

He barely finishes saying it before the footsteps and cracking resounds just a few meters away from you. You're screwed. You shut your eyes, praying to whoever is up there won't end your lives right now. Maybe you're dramatic and those people aren't dangerous, but you don't want to find out. You just wish they could pass by without noticing you.

“Get your knife.” Yoongi orders you through his clenched teeth, your stomach flipping in an uncomfortable way because this means one thing – he is prepared for everything and if you have to fight someone, you should be prepared for it. 

Only you're not.

As soon as you hold the knife, your hand starts shaking and gets sweaty. Even the weather decides to break the moment as tiny droplets of rain start to shower down the sky. It's like a perfect reflection of what your situation is about to be. Dark and gloomy.

Yoongi keeps his cool – as always – and that's the only thing that keeps you rooted in your spot, convincing yourself everything is going to be fine. But all of that disappears in a split second when the light from the flashlight is centimeters from your boots before it's on your face.

Eyes squinted, not being able to see anything, you try to cover your face with your hand while Yoongi gets into action and stands up with the knife in his hand. You stand up, fighting back the urge to hide behind him as the rain intensifies.

And maybe you got it all wrong.

Maybe it's the fine breeze and rain that waters the dried nature that is a sign of hope. Because you thought you would never hear someone say a single name that would bring a sign of knowing and familiarity.

You don't see anything but at the moment it doesn't matter. Because a single word resounds among the trees, on the opposite side of you.

“Yoongi?”