Jungkook 'apocalypse.🧟‍♂️

Jungkook kept his eyes fixed on the road, his hands steady on the steering wheel, his breathing now steady, as if the chaos were miles away instead of just minutes. There was no regret in him, no room to question what he had done. He had survived, and that was all that mattered. The engine ran steadily, almost hypnotically, and his mind followed the same pattern: move forward, find a safe place, stay alive.
The silence inside the truck was thick, until a faint noise from the back seats broke it. He didn't react immediately; his gaze remained fixed ahead for another second, but his body tensed only slightly. Then he remembered. His body. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, without turning, assessing. Another movement, clearer. There was no doubt now.
In the rearview mirror, he saw that "corpse" sit up.
The truck swerved just enough to make him lose his balance for a moment, but Jungkook corrected instantly, jaw clenched, regaining control without braking. His eyes returned to the road before glancing back at the rearview mirror, observing him coldly. He wasn't dead.
He was still alive.
And she looked at him with such obvious contempt that words were unnecessary.
Jungkook held that gaze in the rearview mirror, unfazed, without a trace of guilt, only a more pronounced tension in his expression. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and firm, as if none of this would change anything.
—Then you didn't die.
It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.
His grip on the steering wheel remained firm, but his gaze did not leave the mirror.
—Don't move. If you want to keep breathing, don't give me a reason to stop the vehicle.