A K-pop Idol's Guide to Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse

Jungkook, you have had more goes than Haechan and Sehun and everyone else. My turn. Haha.

Jung Hoseok here! Hello all! I also- erm let's carry on with the story.

So after Jungkook made the zombies stop with his undeniably high (and painful) scream (yes it was a scream Kookie, now be quiet!) he jumped forward and began mowing down the zombies, smashing their heads in with what seemed to be the hockey stick that was always in the living room. I don't even know who it belonged to, hehe...

Thankfully, the mob wad small and in a scuffle of about a minute, the seven of us stood aroubd a heap of dead bodies. Ew. Jin wrinkled his nose and hopped out of the alleyway, peering out from behind a wall out towards the main street. He blanched.

"Go. Go go go go go -" he pushed us all and began running back down the darkening alleyway as we heard more moans faintly carried by the wind. "There's loads of them, we need to get somewhere safe soon -"

"What is safe?" I panted, trying to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible. Jungkook snorted. "Nothing is. That's why we run."

"We can't run forever," pointed out Taehyung. "I'm getting tired already ..."

Giggling, I poked him in the ribs. "That's because you're just unfit." He pouted more, but a couple of hhundred metres behind us, a metal bin clattered over and we shut up, quickening our pace as we fled down the alleyway, not knowing where we were going.

Maybe half an hour later, Jin stumbled and almost fell over, at the same tome as Taehyung. "I don't think we can keep running," he panted, staring up at us worridly. "And it'll get dark soon and I doubt the streetlamps will work..." he trailed off, biting his lip. "What do we do?"

I turned in a circle, heart pounding, expecting to see a massive group of zombies tumble out of the bushes straight for us any second. "The park is too open. There are houses, a pub, hang on, what about that garage?" I pointed to an open garage door a few houses down, the lights flickering. After a quick look around, Namjoon nodded. "Ok. Yoongi, Hoseok, come woth me to check, the rest of you guys keep watch." I scrambled over, eeping my weapon held out in front of me warily as I crept into the garage. A small movement shifted in the corner, and I froze.

One second... Two seconds...

"Hyung?" I whispered, barely audible. Namjoon took a step forward.

"Stop!" a man jumped out, holding his hands above his head. "I'm ... I'm a survivor," he said awkwardly, and after one look at us, gestured for us to come in. "There's no zombies in here. None in the house the last time I checked. I think we'll be safe for the night." A few moments passed, before he gasped and said, "Oh, aren't you guys BTS? My daughter is a fsm. She's away in America though... Do you think it's spread there?" I shrugged, helping the rest in and pulling down the garage door, kicking a heavy-looking box over the rope to secure it just in case. The man watched us for a few seconds, before saying, "The name's Lee Kimwoo."

We just smiled in response. Normally, I would never go into some random dude's garage, but you know. When Korea is invaded by agressive zombies...

"Hyuung..."an hour later, after we were all more or less settled down, I saw Taehyung pouting up at me. "What?"

"Kookie and Jimin hyung won't play with me," he whined, and I grinned. "Play?"

He nodded innocently, and I chuckled. "Maybe aegyo would work," I teased him, and he grumbled, slapping away my hands. A while later, he started humming under his breath. A sudden grin sprang up on his face. "Hyung! I have a joke!"

"Okay," I said slowly. "Go on."

"What do BTS sing in a zombie apocalypse?"

Oh. "I don't know."

"Save me, I need your love before I get eaten!" Taehyung grinned up at me, like he was proud of thinking up of such a joke. I blinked. "Um ... that's nice, Tae. Why don't you go and tell that to Kookie?"

I watched him bound away. I think this zombie apocalypse it messing with our sanity, I thought, trying to ignore the faint moans I could hear from outside the metal door that suddenly seemed so frail.

Please god, I begged in my head. Let me survive the night so that the last words I hear isn't Taehyung's joke.

Then I rolled over on the floor on the roughly made blanket, and drifted off to sleep.

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