#coming out of the woodworks with this absolute mess of a post like i’m sorry this is all i have

[delta-piscium]

the real reason Steve brings a date to a high school basketball game for a high school he doesn’t even go to anymore is because the one time Nancy went with him the team won and his sports superstitions kicked in and he can’t just risk Lucas losing because of him not having a date, so he will take on the burden and ridicule of being the guy who graduated and drags new dates to games all in the name of not upsetting the delicate intricacies of rituals in sports

[writersrealmbts]

Lean On Me - Taehyung

Description: Taehyung x reader x ?? Taehyung x reader. Zombie apocalypse au. Feat. Seokjin

What about you?

Warnings: Various?

Posted: 04/18/2020

Tags: Taehyung, Zombie AU, Zombie Apocalypse

Angst and fluff:  3,203 words

A/N: Ooh, look what I pulled out of the woodwork. Happy Day 2 of fic dump. Even though it looks like only twelve people read what I posted yesterday. Yay.

You shrieked and swung at the zombie, who stepped back—backing all the way to wall, head tilting and watching you with dead eyes.

You stared back, breath heaving after having run and fought for the past …who knows how long. What was wrong with this one?

Bad memories of that Will Smith movie started playing in your head of the intelligent zombie things and you started back away from the zombie, who just watched you blankly.

Then another person came in, almost running into you, yelling and quickly falling to the floor to avoid you in case you were a zombie as you screamed back.

You were both lucky that Zombies weren’t attracted to sounds as much as they were movement.

Which reminded you—

You hurriedly pointed your sword at the zombie again.

“Oh!” The man said something in another language, his voice full of relief…as he addressed the zombie.

The zombie smiled a bit, swaying from side to side.

The man checked the zombie over, rambling on and on while the zombie held still with a pouty look.

You backed up to the wall, absolutely petrified. What kind of person could that be, to befriend a zombie? Was he a zombie? Were you about to die a horrible death after surviving this long?

The man patted the zombie on the head and then carefully placed a cute hat on the zombie’s head.

“Cutie,” He said, then turned to you and grinned. “Hello!”

Your gaze flicked between the two, still ready to swing at whoever came toward you first—obviously more concerned by the zombie than the man—but still.

“Oh, uh, this…is my friend,” He said carefully, his accent thick. “You want to be friend?”

Oh great, so now you had to figure out what answer wouldn’t get you killed.

“What?” You said, mostly to buy yourself some time.

“You want be our friend?” He asked again, patiently, smiling a little at you. “We go to safe place.”

Safe place…he must have been referring to the base. They were taking people in who were clear of the virus. You’d been working your way there as well, running only at night to avoid being detected by the zombies.

“You…come with us? Work together?” His voice pitched slightly higher, but still somewhat deep. He glanced back at the Zombie, who was still swaying back and forth with something similar to a smile.

The man had big, innocent eyes, and that older-sister part of you wanted to just tuck him into bed or feed him, while the not-sister part of you took in how…attractive he was. It reminded you how long it had been since you had seen another person. Been with another person.

“He…won’t hurt you, he’s my friend.” He continued after a moment.

You shifted, swallowing as you tried to think about it all logically. “How do you know he won’t hurt you?”

He blinked, looking a little surprised, then looked back at the zombie and shrugged. He hemmed and hawed as he tried to come up with the words. Finally he just shrugged and repeated, “My friend.”

And for some insane reason, or perhaps because of exhaustion…you believed him.

You dropped to the floor, too tired to stand anymore as the last of the adrenaline left your system and let your head drop into your hands.

He made a surprised sound and there was a grunt from the zombie, but then he was patting your head. “You okay?”

You nodded, choking up because you were exhausted. And an exhausted you was an emotional you and next thing you knew you were sobbing into his shoulder as he held you tightly.

Then you were waking up somewhere else. A house, that was carefully barricaded. Light was peeking through, either dawn or dusk, you weren’t certain. You were lying on a bed that was surprisingly clean, and the blankets covering you were exceptionally clean as well.

Your sword and backpack were sitting in the chair beside you, with some folded fabric and a note.

You got up, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before looking around again, noticing a bottle of water which you gratefully took and drank—surprised at how cold it was—then picked up the note.

“Be back, here are clean clothes—Tae”

You changed after using some of the water to clean up a little bit, then made the bed and checked your bag to ensure that he didn’t take any of your things.

Then you ventured out of the room, carefully peering into the next room and listening for any sort of problems.

The door to the house flung open and he came in with an armful of supplies, humming happily.

The zombie following him dragging something as well with a grumpy look.

“Oh! Hello!” He said as he saw you, grinning brightly. “Brought food.”

You edged out, still watching the zombie, realizing it was pulling a wagon that had some crates on it.

He was also dressed like a gardener today, a big hat and gloves on, as well as a pair of overalls.

You glanced at the man, then at the zombie again. “Do you dress him or does he do it on his own?”

Tae looked at you with big eyes, looking lost. “Uh, my…English…not very good.”

You winced. “Sorry.”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry,” He said carefully. “Should have learned. Didn’t. Speak slow.”

You nodded, then gestured to the zombie, hand flicking up and down. “Do you dress him?” You asked more slowly.

The zombie’s head tilted, watching both of you.

Tae processed what you said, sorting the supplies he had carried in, but it didn’t seem to be sinking in.

“His fashion,” You said, hoping that would help.

His eyes lit up. “Ah! Fashion! Yes, me. I…fashion him.” He went over and messed with the brim of the hat, looking so softly at the zombie.

“Did you…know him? Before?” You asked, edging over to the counter to look over the supplies.

Tae picked up the crate from the wagon and nodded. “Seokjinnie-hyung.” His eyes were sadder now, his smile gone. “Brother.”

“I’m sorry.” You didn’t really see any sort of resemblance, but if he said it was his brother, then who were you to argue?

“Well, not brother, but brother,” He frowned. “Friend-brother.”

You nodded slowly. “Friend that’s like a brother.”

He nodded, pouting a little. “But…he…different.”

“No kidding,” you muttered, studying him. It wasn’t normal for zombies to be so complacent. Helpful.

Emotional.

The zombie’s eyes were shifted down, and it looked like he was teary-eyed. Scared.

Tae followed your gaze, then hurried over, taking a cloth and carefully wiping the tears. He started talking in a soothing tone in Korean, caressing the zombie’s face with the cloth. “He…remember.”

You blinked, trying to piece together what he meant from those words. “He remembers…getting turned? Or life before?”

Tae nodded. “Yes.”

You pitied the zombie man. It was obvious he hadn’t fully been turned into a zombie, but last you’d heard there was no cure.

You also pitied the man, who still looked so lovingly at the zombie-man, because if they did reach the safe place, his friend would not be allowed in.

“Our friends and family…waiting.” Taehyung took the hat off of the slightly taller zombie-man, fixing an indentation before putting it carefully back on. “We carefully go.”

You nodded, then helped him sort through the supplies and make a meal—which he seemed most excited about.

The zombie-man smelled it and Taehyung had him taste some of the food, but ultimately left the food to the two of you.

And maybe you were crazy, but you trusted this strange man and his zombie-man friend.

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“We’re dead,” You hissed, swinging at the nearest zombie.

Taehyung groaned, trying to get up, but his wound looked bad. The only comfort was that he wouldn’t turn into a zombie on you.

You swung again at one that tried to move forward. “You need to get up.”

Taehyung grabbed onto your belt, using it to pull himself up to his knees at least. “Sorry.”

“Apologize once we’re safe,” You countered, laughing humorlessly and shoving another zombie away. “Get your arms around my shoulders.”

“Heavy.”

“You’re not too heavy, dammit,” You snapped. “And you’ll be helping me move you. Arm. Shoulders. Hurry.”

He gave a pained groan and heaved himself so he was leaning on your shoulders. “Seokjinnie-hyung?”

“I don’t know,” You grunted, “I don’t know where he is.”

Seokjin had wandered off a while ago—a tendency of his—but hadn’t shown up with his usual bounty. He had a knack for finding food and luxury items, and you guys had loaded the wagon with supplies that you and Taehyung had agreed would be welcomed in the safe-zone.

Normally, he would also warn you two about other zombies and lead you away.

You started slashing your way through the zombies, trying to move toward that safe-haven. It was so close that you could see the lights, and make out people moving—watching the situation and waiting to see what it actually was, and whether they would need to intervene. They probably couldn’t tell that there were humans out there. That the zombies were probably attacking an animal.

Tae let out an pained cry as he accidentally aggravated his wound.

They surged forward, but froze just inches away at a different sound.

Seokjin shoved them aside, clearing the way and growling something that made them start meandering away. He watched until they were all gone, then ambled over to the two of you. He was wearing his gloves, and the scarf, and he carefully picked Taehyung up, grunting.

You sighed, relief flooding your limbs. “Seokjin.”

He looked at you and just nodded.

You nodded in return and started leading the way. “It’s going to be a tough sell. You might end up as an experiment.”

He grunted.

“I’ll go ahead, tell them about both of you.”

“Not safe,” Tae whimpered.

“I’ll take the risk if it saves you two,” You said, starting to run toward the place.

Guards met you a few feet away.

“Please, he was hurt but he’s not infected. Our friend is bringing him now, but you need to understand that this one isn’t like the others and he might help us figure out how to cure this!” You rambled, gripping two of their arms.

“What do you mean?”

“He got turned but he’s been protecting us this whole time, he chases zombies away, he cries and he smiles and he listens. He’s not a normal zombie! Every human we’ve come across he’s been kind too, so please, please don’t destroy him,” You begged, worrying you might never see Taehyung’s boxy smile again. You loved that smile. It was on your list of favorite things. “He still has his mind.”

“We…can’t risk infecting the populous that found refuge here.”

“Then don’t, but there has to be a space where he could go where he wouldn’t risk anyone. I can lead him there without him ever touching any of them. He’s got his skin completely covered, he does it all the time so that he won’t risk infecting us.” You looked between all of them. “Tell me you think I’m lying.”

“All three have to go into quarantine until we’re certian they don’t have it, anyway,” One of them said, intonation suggesting that he was inclined to agree with you.

The one that was in charge slowly nodded. “You’ll vouch for him.”

“I swear on my life,” You said resolutely. “I’m alive because of him, so I will repay that with my life. Please.”

“You have to lead him through to his quarantine chamber,” In-Charge said, tone firm. “Which one is it?”

“He’s carrying my friend, who isn’t infected. The shelter we were in collapsed and hurt his left side.”

Seokjin kept his head down, but carried Taehyung up to the men and stood there silently.

“Damn, he’ll have to carry the injured one through. We can’t risk the infection.”

You nodded. “Just show us where to go. Seokjin, you have to follow me exactly, okay?”

He nodded.

One of the guards swore under his breath, but led the way into the safety of the shelter.

You directed Seokjin, through laying Taehyung on his own bed in an isolation chamber, to stepping into his own isolation chamber.

He looked up at you after going in.

“We’ll talk as soon as my isolation period is up, okay?” You told him softly. “I’ll tell you how Taehyung is, and maybe I’ll find out about your family and friends.”

He nodded and took the book you offered from your bag. Sitting down and carefully opening the book to where he left off.

You smiled and set the reading glasses down for when he realized he needed them in a minute or two, then backed away, led to your own chamber.

Protocol called for a week of isolation with blood tests, but after four days they were mostly just making sure you were completely healthy before rejoining the population. They let you check the database of who was here, and given the information Taehyung had given you, you managed to send a notification to the network of people who were waiting for Taehyung, but held off on Seokjin since there were far to many that were looking for “a Kim Seokjin” and without more information. You’d find them once you could talk with Taehyung and help him find everyone.

As it was, your isolation finished relatively quickly with your distractions—trying to find any of your own family and friends as well as theirs.

But you hurried to check on Taehyung all the same.

He grinned. “Hello! I missed you!”

You smiled back and sat on the edge of his bed. “Heard you’re stuck here.”

He nodded, pointing to his side with an exaggerated pout. “Seokjinnie-hyung?”

“I’m going there next. I managed to contact your family and some of the friends that were looking for you. Do you understand?”

He nodded slowly, smile softer now. Gentler. “My family.”

“I heard that some of your friends were coming today,” You whispered softly, glancing over at the nurses. “Maybe with their help we can wheel you over to Seokjin for a visit.”

He grinned and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You smirked, using your other hand to smooth his hair from his forehead. “Silly.”

“Pretty,” He replied, his normal response.

The tension melted from your shoulders as you sat with him, all of the fear from before finally leaving you.

“You stay as my family?”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose, earning another grin. “Try to stop me.”

Then his gaze slid past you and the smile faded to a look of awestruck happiness. “Jiminie.”

“TaeTae!” The man ran in, just barely stopping himself from throwing himself onto the bed, instead carefully crawling on to hug Taehyung.

You had moved out of the way, watching as the other four men hurried into the room to surround their friend.

Taehyung was talking so happily, crying into the shoulder of whichever man was closest.

You left him to it, going to check on Seokjin.

There was a researcher there, observing him as you came over.

She glanced at you and smiled. “He’s incredible. He reads, if we offer him food, he eats. He’s hardly like the zombies at all.”

“Except for the pallor, I would agree,” You replied, tapping on the glass.

He looked over with a bored expression, but it quickly blossomed into a smile.

You were fairly certain he looked more human than he had before. “Hi. Told you I’d be back.”

He nodded, sort of scooting closer, but still staying away from the glass.

“Are they treating you well?” You asked, looking over the door mechanism, then glancing at the workers. The researcher was quickly taking note of his behaviors around you while looking excited and astonished.

He grunted happily.

You smiled and then opened the door, causing panic, but you ignored them and went into the cell, sitting on the floor in front of him. “Taehyung is doing well. He’s healing well.” You told him, as if they weren’t still panicking.

He was shaking like he was laughing, eyes flicking between you and the people.

So much more human than before, but still somewhat zombie-like.

“His friends are here, I had trouble finding your friends and family though. I didn’t have enough details about you. Sorry.” You sighed and looked at your hands, playing with the sleeve of the shirt they had given you.

You could see him lean forward, and you closed your eyes as he carefully pet your hair with a comforting hum. Then an inquisitive one.

You kept your eyes closed for a moment. “I didn’t think…I wasn’t expecting to find my family here. But maybe some friends. I mean, Possibly some cousins. But….none so far. I’ll keep looking, they might not have arrived yet and then I’ll be here for them.”

He kept petting your hair. “P’ity,” He managed.

You froze for a moment. It was the closest thing to a word he’d ever uttered.

He kept petting you. “P’ity.”

“I’m pretty?” You asked for clarification, finally opening your eyes and meeting his gaze. “Nah, Seokjin is pretty.”

He laughed again, a slight squeak as his chest and shoulders bounced.

“It is hyung,” someone said from behind the glass. “Seokjin-hyung!”

Seokjin looked beyond you, hand still resting on your hair, and his smile got even softer. He kept petting your hair after a moment, still smiling and looking over at the boys that had brought Taehyung over.

Everyone was watching you, looking like they were holding their breath.

Taehyung knocked. “Hey, hyung, I told you that she’s mine!”

You sputtered.

Seokjin squeaked again.

“Don’t laugh! I’m serious!” Taehyung protested, sulky and insistent.

“He’s cute when he’s dramatic in English,” You whispered to Seokjin.

He laughed more.

“Wha! What’d you say?” Taehyung asked.

You just laughed, and leaned your elbow on your knee, watching the boys try to keep Taehyung in the wheelchair. “Tae!”

He fell still, looking over at you.

“I said that I was glad that the two of you found me. Also, I think Seokjin’s building an immunity to the virus.” You turned back to Seokjin, looking over his face. “Look at him.”

That sparked a frenzy from the researchers while Taehyung looked over Seokjin with a huge, boxy grin. “Cuties.”

The eyes that didn’t seem nearly as dead as when you first saw them just gazed affectionately at the boys in the window, while the hand steadily pet your hair. “P’ity.”

You met the gaze of the researchers and the guard from before. “Like I said. I’d bet my life.”

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