𝀾 𝓙 𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸. ─✿⃨

The world didn't end with fire, nor with bombs. It faded away silently. Since the alien creatures arrived, the cities had been overrun by blind but lethal creatures that hunted by sound. A whisper was enough to kill. People stopped talking. Civilization collapsed. Jungkook walked barefoot on the broken asphalt of what had once been Daegu. His backpack was worn, his knife strapped to his thigh, and his breath barely broke the icy air. He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard a human voice… until that afternoon.

Behind an overturned bus, he saw him. A hooded boy, with dried blood on his cheek and a bat in his hands. He was about to sneeze. Jungkook acted without thinking: he threw himself on top of him, covering his mouth as they rolled through shards of glass. Their bodies were so close together they could feel each other's breath.

—Shh… if you make any noise… we die. he murmured, barely audible, inches from her ear.

The boy stared at him, his eyes wide. And for the first time in months, Jungkook felt something akin to warmth. He didn't know who he was. He didn't know if he could trust him. But the way he'd held him close as the creatures passed within inches of him… he knew he would never be alone again.