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30 MINUTES

💕Pairing: Seokjin x Reader 

📝Summary: 

Two prodigies come across street drugs and create a butterfly effect that endangers the existence of humanity. 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Sci-fi with hints of reality, Angst, Eternal love, Dark fic

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4785

⚠️chapter warnings: drugs, drug consumption, illegal acts, explicit smut, slight bondage, major character death

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Song lyrics mentioned: 

t.A.T.u- /30 minutes/ and /You and I/

BTS- Spring day

They were never going to go back home, to walk the concrete paths that led to their doorsteps, as they used to do almost synchronised. Their smiles would not bring the light that day. 

The time stopped with the sun shining bright over the pure blue sky and brought the scent of the autumn rain and the dry leaves getting soaked.  

‘I miss you honestly, but I’ll erase you 

‘Cause it hurts less than to blame you.’

Your eyes were heavy as they woke that afternoon motivated by the sun lowering from the sky and sending its rays through the open curtains. His eyes followed the wave the curtains made with the wind sneaking through the cracked open window. His skin raised in goosebumps as the huff reached it. 

That Friday night of the second week of spring break had brought with it the craziest party you had ever been into. 

Your years at university were promising until that very moment. Proofs of your crime were still dusting up the crystal coffee table next to the sofa where you had finally fallen asleep with the sunrise. Or did you pass out at the same time after choking each other during sex? It was difficult to tell. If you could only remember everything… 

Seeing it, thinking about who could still enter and see the deplorable image you had made of yourselves, he stood up from the stickiness in between your bodies and, pulling up his trousers after covering your displayed bottom, he went to the kitchen for some spray and a cloth to clean it up. 

As he walked with his naked feet over the reddish carpet of the main area, his head banged in a way it never had before. He almost stumbled on his steps squishing his lids together so he could sort the way his eyes wouldn't focus properly but still made it through the brown wood frame that led to the kitchen and opened the white enamelled cabinet under the sink. 

You kept on fluttering yours still lying over the ugly and old red sofa, trying to ease the blurry vision provoked by your volcanic brain about to explode. However, you found yourself trying to stand with sticky things and the memory of his weight engraved on your flesh and bones, with the intention to lend a hand on whatever task your partner had put his head into. 

Out of sight, out of mind

The last seven days of your break were exorbitantly stressful when all you were expected to do was enjoy your time giving free will to your hobbies or do nothing at all. 

That first night of mistakes was forgotten, or so you thought, yet at the back of your minds you wondered where all that shit came from. How one simple night, not even that, a simple lapse of thirty minutes gave one strike after another, making you doubt your own sanity or who you were as human beings. 

It couldn't be only the drugs and the alcohol, not when that shadow kept on creeping over every time a new memory of that night fell into place. 

Neither of you spoke about it, although you could see it in the other’s eyes, both afraid of losing what you had, both too scared of the truth. 

Then the last week of spring break ended and you were back to the frenzy of university life, pouring your hearts and souls into that bright future that seemed to be threatened by something silent that wasn’t related to the drugs you swore to never take again. 

Out of time to decide

The moment it hit the news nobody paid real attention to it. It looked just like rabies or an alteration of it. Something the CDC could have under control, just like any other disease. But when they finally found the courage and a strategy to go back your steps from that Friday night, when you saw the images of the CCTV at the lab from that spring day after hearing the radio on your way there; you knew it was over. 

You didn’t voice out that feeling but it was like the world had stopped spinning and suddenly everything made sense. The guilt, the fear, the pain went back to you in a single strike. The strange unsettling feeling finally taking form into something you could never escape from.  

Do we run? 

Should we hide? 

For the rest of our lives… 

You deleted all the footage you could find of that day, not before taking notes of every action you had followed before the body of your lab partner had stood and tried to attack you. Before you ran. Before you forgot something went utterly wrong.

What had fallen from the lab table? Where was the cut that infected him when he slid over the samples and broke his neck against the edge of the table? What did he try to do before you ran, still high, thinking you were hallucinating? 

You wondered how, when the effects of the drugs had fully kicked in, you had forgotten about the traumatic event and had a session of absurdly, mental sex while your lab partner finally broke out from the basement lab and roamed freely through the campus in the darkness of the night. 

As you walked out of the building with your things, having added another crime to your list and conscience you jumped in the car while tears edged at your waterlines, as your breaths failed, unable to process fully what you had done or its unimaginable consequences. 

'They have it under control.'

'There's nothing to worry about.' 

Your minds kept on repeating the mantra. But something in you knew the truth: dead people don’t stand and walk; dead people don’t try to attack you; dead are supposed to stay dead and do nothing.

Can we fly? Do we stay?

Sitting in your car in front of his apartment, you stayed in silence as your thoughts revolted. The road had cleared your minds but there was a doubt about whether the vision of a weirdly walking person in a parking lot had something to do with it. In a silent pact, with your eyes meeting as he drove, you both agreed it looked like what Edmund did in the recordings and just drove through leaving the walking dead in the rear mirror.  

"We should go see our parents," you both voiced out at the same time. Like you had done so many times before. "We can be a couple of days away," he added squinting his nose and flickering his lashes a few times. 

You didn't need to voice out what you really thought. The fear. Because admitting that you were scared made the possibility of things going wrong more real and the fragile mental state in which you were, made it unaffordable.

We could lose, we could fail

In the moment it takes

To make plans or mistakes

The party had started at the Maknae’s fraternity, a large two-floor building with a main entrance and two wings that withheld around twenty male students between which there were Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook. 

As you accessed the building walking up the raisers and entering the open door, you saw all the people scattered around the place. Conversations were held even at the steps of the stairs that led to the first floor because the place was a pact. Apparently, someone had been too public with the event and people you would have sworn you had never seen once on the campus had also come over for the free buzz and the fun. 

You took some time greeting people you did know while you tried to not lose visual contact with each other because with strangers in the place you didn’t feel as safe. As you spoke and messaged, the red cups started piling around so quickly you wouldn't have guessed how much time it had passed since you arrived. 

30 minutes, the blink of an eye

Neither of you expected to find your friends closed in the basement with a stash of drugs big enough to take you all to prison for some years, confiscated from the people coming into the party at the abide hands of Jimin and Taehyung who were able to retrieve things without being discovered. If both weren’t passionate law students you would have sworn they were practicing to become the next white hand thieves to pass through history as never caught.

The consumption of drugs was not only illegal but the host, Namjoon, had made it very clear in his invitations that those elements would be taken out of the equation one way or another. The magic number of minutes acted again as the group discussed whether to make the party be over or just call out for people’s attention. Then something broke upstairs and there was a cheering from the crowd, so they all ran up without too much thought. 

Apart from you, everyone left the basement. You stayed behind with Seokjin to take samples of the drugs after your lab partner, Edmund Jenner, had suggested seeing firsthand how those chemicals reacted with infected cells for your project. Which was the main reason you came to the party, knowing you could get your hands into something of use. You just didn’t expect the quantity that there was, becoming slightly anxious as to get caught near any of it or carrying it. 

“I’m taking some extras, just in case,” you whispered in your drunk voice, as you took more samples right before his eyes. The anxiety and the risk were the same, regardless of how much you took.

30 minutes to alter our lives

Seokjin suggested it was time to leave the party after he noticed your friends were kicking people out, giving the excuse of being too tired and a promise of helping next time, under Yoongi’s attentive stare. He seemed to disapprove of you until it was his turn to say goodbye.

"Don't do anything stupid," he whispered in your ear, patting the right pocket of your hoodie before passing to hug his brother. 

Thirty minutes was exactly the time you sat in your car with your pockets full of different kinds of drugs in front of the University Science building before deciding to call your partner.

Thirty more minutes to prepare the samples inside the lab with the feathered touch of an angel to avoid spilling diseases that could endanger the public health if they reproduced and transmitted. Then let your partner started the work as you went for coffee at the machine in the resting room.

Thirty last minutes, because before making that phone call you had decided to take one pill each of what your drunk selves thought it was the type of drug that would keep you up to speed with the work. 

When it finally kicked in, as you were taking a five-minute sit at the incredibly comfortable sofa next to the lunch table at the centre of the room, the mistake was soon obvious.

30 minutes to make up our minds

As you worked, reality started fading into something different: you were there but you weren’t and some things weren’tthere, that couldn’t be there. Shadows on the corners that took the form of monsters at the corner of the eye but that disappeared when you tried to look at them.

When you started panicking in a corner of the lab, hearing sirens that Edmund and Seokjin didn’t, he started walking systematically in three different directions while murmuring things to himself; it was obvious to Edmund that you had taken a serious dosage of acid and you were not in the shape to be there with him. 

When he suggested to call an ambulance you panicked even more and asked him, begged him, not to ruin your lives. But it was while trying to stop you from taking a dusty unidentified unit of drug that you tried to run with it and he tripped over a set of samples that had been worked on that afternoon. The samples were experimental types: weaponised diseases designed to fight weaponised diseases on the test. 

The glasses broke and you stopped abruptly with wide eyes to try and help him pick up the mess, only for him to try to move you away as you weren’t wearing the right protection to manage them. In the confusion he tripped over, breaking his neck against the table behind him. 

You didn’t understand what was going on at first, you tried to shake him, do CPR but nothing worked. Then, when you finally understood a little bit that your friend was dead, you panicked, unable to make a proper decision or stay focused. 

As you spoke nonsense from the exact same spot where you had tried to help Edmund, you felt movement underneath you but didn’t pay attention, thinking it was the hallucination. The sound of standing gave Edmund up more than it did the little growls he had made before moving and the only reason you turned around was Seokjin’s sudden silence as the colour drained from colour. Being your first reaction; to try to interact with him, you didn’t move away and as soon as you tried to speak he was over you with his hands and his jaws closing near your face as you held him there.  Pushing him, making him fall, only to find out that he would stand again and try to attack without chance to argue him into stopping.  

Made the both of you, although the irrationality of the drugs, run out of there. You ran and ran until your lungs couldn’t take it anymore and had to stop, lying down in the middle of an empty road. Only a few minutes later, as you watched the stars and got mesmerised by how they moved and how the end of the sky was so far, all of what happened moments ago now seemed just to be part of the drugs. 

“We’ve never called him, right?” he wondered, and your minds seemed to synchronise on that thought because you thought the same, so it had to be true. Both laughed at all the stupid things you had seen: nothing made sense. It was then that you found the little bag in your pocket.

“Probably not…” you giggled again. “Do we try this one too? Up to die?” 

“We won’t… Just a university experience… We… We are not even alive, are we?” he suggested before giggling his lungs out and standing, pulling you with him. “I have to show you my new apartment…”

“I think I’ve been there…” you said but doubted herself.

“Are you sure?” he wondered, hugging you.

“No…” you whispered before laughing, “Let’s go…”

30 minutes to finally decide

His nose was painful and he sneezed on top of the dust over the coffee table, which he soon forgot about when he heard the struggling moans behind him. 

You were on your belly over the sofa and had your arms paired up with the respective leg, restrained with your belts. Your panties were in your mouth and you were really having a hard time with the whole thing. Your legs and your bare ass were red. The mix of drugs had completely inhibited you, opening the door to do things you normally wouldn’t even think of trying. 

“Even like this you look beautiful,” he said as he moved, standing on his knees over the carpet to release you. 

“Please, daddy… Please…” you begged when he took off the piece of underwear from your mouth. The wetness dripping from your core to the outside, refreshing with the air of the room was the obvious signal that you wanted him inside of you but he only rubbed the hard-on over his pants.

“Please what, Mommy?” he wondered with a smirk before pressing his lips together in a thin suppressing line. His features are quite innocent as he spoke with messy hair and your favourite lipstick smeared over his full lips. 

“Ew-” you said before cracking a laugh and making him release his contained one too. His eyes squinting with the laughter, showing his mostly modest smile widely. 

“-Oh, c’mon,” he said in between hints of air going back to his lungs. 

“You were supposed to say baby or baby girl. Ew.” you laughed again and he cracked up at how convinced you said those words but stopped suddenly with a sudden smack in your buttock and a smile drop.

“And you were supposed to stay quiet…” he said lowering an octave before throwing himself over you and positioning himself in between your legs as you were still on your belly, unable to switch. Then he pushed his lower body against your core with a growl.

“Hm-” a low and strangled moan escaped your throat as you pressed your face against one of the cushions. He then bit over your throat full-mouthed without applying force, for your to feel his perfect white teeth over your delicate skin, eliciting another moan. 

He then slid his left hand in between your bodies and aimed to take off his trousers, only to the end of his buttocks, before penetrating you in one go, making you whine.

30 minutes to whisper your name

Having to stop the car in the big jam on the principal road, you were able to see the fires starting inside the city. Clouds of smoke rise to the sky, turning the day darker and making you panic. 

“This is all our fault…” you whispered, putting your hands over your face the pained feeling of guilt stirring up your gut and making you want to vomit.

“C’mon we have to go-” he said, pulling you up on your feet and guiding you out of the vehicle, entwining his fingers with yours.

30 minutes to shoulder the blame

“It couldn’t be us.”

A drag in of the intoxicating smoke filled his lungs.

“This wasn’t us.”

A second second one did yours.

“That wasn’t in the lab.”

“This is going to be contained.” 

“This is going to be sorted.”

The lines kept going with the relaxing essence of the burning drug.

“Everything is going to be okay…”

30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies

“The trains are still working, then?” you wondered on the phone.

“Yes, they are taking people out of the city since there’s this rowdiness,” Hobi replied on the other side of the line. “Do you want me to wait for you?” he wondered. 

“No, don’t wait for us. Just take all of them with you, please. Make sure no one makes the stupid decision to stay in the city.” replied your partner alarmed, through the speaker.

“But-”

“Please. I’m begging you to do all you can to take them out of here.” he continued. You had seen it, you knew now how bad the city was getting and how bad it would get. Crowds formed in the main streets and when police tried to dissipate them, as the crowd moved you could see bodies lying on the floor. Soon after, there would be shots at a weirdly behaving person who would stand soon followed by those other bodies, diverting their attention to the agents. Whose bullets didn’t seem to be successful in stopping them as they kept on advancing before a headshot would finally make them unable to carry on with that obsession to bite? 

As Seokjin kept guiding your way, you saw this one girl fall from a set of stairs as she ran up her building. She seemed okay as she did but then slipped and her nose hit upwards against one of the steps, reminding you of Edmund and as you kept walking unable to strip your eyes out of the awful scene. In a matter of two minutes, as you kept advancing through the long street, she suddenly moved from her inert position and stood slowly to walk towards the moving crowd, attracted by the noise.  

“Ok but if I have to take you with me, you have to come too… You sound-” 

“There’s no time for us to get to the train station right now, we’ll take the next one. Please, just go.” Seokjin was near to tears and his brother knew it. This time Hobi didn’t object and once he hanged he rushed to get all of them on the train. Making it just before the doors closed.

‘Like the tiny dust, tiny dust floating in the

air

I could have reached you faster.’

You just kept on running through streets and moving crowds, until you found yourselves face to face with the dead. Their pale faces turned your way once your strong steps and your agitated breaths gave you away. They were hoarding, taking new hostages on their hunt for fresh meat. 

Stunned, you turned around quickly and ran until your lungs said enough. With your fingers still entwined nothing could tear you apart, not even the dead. If you were to go, you would do it together.

30 minutes to finally decide

You breathed fear, and you sweated it too, making it through every corner and every hallway to your destiny. You could only do your best to avoid the walking dead, carefully looking for any signs of those things but the feeling was there, pumped in the adrenaline running through your veins. 

You and I Hold me tight

You and I Gotta fight

You and I Side by side

You and I Say good-bye

It all felt similar to when you used to meet. How once you fled a couple of elders who were cursing you after they had caught you sneaking into their backyard. You laughed as you tried to catch up with the required oxygen for your brains to work properly. 

Partners in crime, your initials carved with a knife in the old oak tree, as a timeless reminder of your love. But those were easy times.

You and I Feels so right

You and I Holding tight

You and I Side by side

You and I For the rest of our lives.

Too young to care, you would lie on a rooftop at night and watch the eternal beauty of the stars shining in the sky. But compared to the ones shining in your eyes, they weren’t so beautiful nor so impressive. 

Neighbours since you were babies. Then best friends. Now lovers.

Every night. We're all alone. Every night.

My only hope Is the light That's shining

from inside you.

Back in school days, when one or the other’s grades weren’t hitting the scores you had set for yourselves, tears were cried in the other’s arms. You wanted to go to the same high school, to the same university. Always, always together. And you are.

'Cause you believe, in what we are

You believe, in what we'll be

Give me strength 

So I can stand beside you

As you kept on running through the crowds and past them, someone suddenly looked at you and raised his eyebrows with recognition, although you would have sworn you didn’t know that person who shouted your names with anger, alerting the people close to him to turn around. You paralysed for a second before you noticed the sharp objects in their hands and then pulled Seokjin with you as you finally understood you were going to be mobbed and most likely murdered for a reason you failed to comprehend.

You were fast again through the bodies in the crowd until you managed to out-manoeuvre your persecutors and hide behind a container in an alleyway. When it was finally safe to return to the main streets you saw it, displayed for all to see on the big screens of the buildings: the lab video, your faces with your names underneath portrayed right next to it. your steps went backwards stumbling with people but carefully making sure to cover your faces. Thankfully, they were too busy listening to the words thrown over your stories. Turning and twisting through the city, you kept running with the fear drowning the tears your eyes couldn’t drop. 

You didn’t know there had been an ongoing investigation when Edmund Jenner’s body was found; the police department had managed to figure out by the time of death that he was probably one of the first infected. 

You didn’t know that just an hour prior the police had finally obtained enough information to lead them straight to the laboratory, acknowledging the biological accident. Of which the investigating department of the university, had to take measures but hide instead. Yet the authorities had recovered the obvious missing day from the tapes with the help of a technician and you were outed by your own lack of knowledge on that department. 

The university knew all the time there had been an accident but since Edmund had walked out alone, they simply brushed it off and let you go on with your day as if no one knew what had happened between those four walls. Your excellent careers had saved your asses but were about to become the hurricane at the wings of the butterfly. 

No truths to confirm

No lies to deny

Too hopeless to care

We're to scared to cry

He stopped first, not too far away from the train station, right next to an empty soccer field, and you walked to get next to him. He motioned for you to lie in the grass and looked at the sky, which turned blue and grey with the smoke. 

How you wished for the rain that day. Something to clean the streets, clear out the smell of the dead under the heat of that starting summer. Something to wash out the guilt from your consciences and the effects on your bodies, since you felt like you had been beaten up both ways.

Carousels in the sky

That we shape with our ways

“If there could have been worse consequences to us taking drugs…” you whispered, eyes dry but the knot of the contained sobs making you feel like you were being choked.

“We had to pay the worse price to pay for a major crime… What we were dealing with, was a human project. Something we should have taken more seriously…” he murmured, the guilt in his voice sending a needle straight from your brain to your heart.

“I’m so sorry…” you whispered with a strangled voice. He shook his head before hugging you, a single tear escaping his left side. Probably the only thing he had ever hidden from you.

Under shade silhouettes 

Casting shame 

“We’ll die. Wherever we go.” you voiced with a low sob, your throat finally giving up despite the efforts you had been making, loosening the moment you realised that was the truth and reality.

“We will,” he confirmed, sobbing too and pressing you closer against his body. The only thing that scared him about it was that, him as a science person though there was nothing after death and that meant losing you.

Your phones buzzed at some point while you looked at the clouds, silently. The regret, covering your eyes in a blurry vision of the reality finally dripping down your dusty cheeks. 

Crying rain

Can we fly? Do I stay? 

“Yes…” he replied, trying to sound like he hadn’t been crying his heart out just a minute ago.

“Tell me what I saw in the news isn’t true,” begged Namjoon, pained. 

“We didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry…” Seokjin replied, breaking into sobs again.

“You have to get out of there right now!” Jimin shouted, alarmed.

“They are going to torture you if they find you!” added Taehyung with concern poured on every letter he pronounced.

“People are losing their minds! Get out of there immediately!” Namjoon insisted.

“Ok. We’ll go to the train station now,” you replied, pulling Seokjin up, drying your tears in order to see what was in front of you.

“Good luck. See you soon.” Yoongi added before hanging.

You took one last speedy advance until you found the empty station. Right after entering the empty train, it blocked its doors as if the travel had finished. But when you tried to knock on the cabin, you saw the driver walk out of it and take the stairs, without looking back.

Then, unexpectedly, the train started its path out and an unsettling sensation covered you whilst you sat down in the nearer seat and hugged each other.

We could lose, we could fail

Either way, options change

chances fade, 

Trains derail.

They were never going to go back home. 

I want to thank @ffion451 for helping with this and not let me delete it 💜😘

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