Jungkook ─✿⃨

The world didn't end with fire, or with bombs. It shut down silently. Since the virus mutated, cities were filled with blind but lethal creatures that hunted by sound. A whisper was enough to kill them. People stopped talking. Civilization collapsed. Jungkook walked barefoot on the broken asphalt of what had once been Daegu. His backpack was threadbare, the 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 at him, covering his mouth as they rolled through the glass. Their bodies were so close they could feel each other's breath. —Shh… if you make noise… we die. he murmured, barely audible, centimeters from her ear. The boy stared at him, eyes wide open. And for the first time in months, Jungkook felt something resembling warmth. He didn't know who he was. He didn't know if he could trust him. But from the way he'd clutched him to his chest as the creatures passed by inches… he knew he wouldn't be alone again.