Seungcheol x Reader (Apocalypse AU)
That’s how long you had been trapped, according to your pocket watch. A simple scavenger trip gone wrong, leaving you hiding in an abandoned RV. The steady groans of the undead sang around you, pressing in against the metal exterior walls of the motorhome. They hadn’t managed to break in: yet.
There had to be at least 20 of them out there; far more than you could hope to take on alone. The boys wouldn’t have had any idea where you are, either. You rushed out that morning in a huff— angry at your partner, Seungcheol. He had been overly protective of you, not letting you go out and scavenge as you loved to.
It’s not safe to go alone, he had said, to be met with your scalding glare. Perhaps he had been right all along.
You hung your head in shame, staring down at your dirty, rough palms. Months upon months of this apocalypse had ruined your once soft skin, hardened your once gentle soul into someone you struggled to recognise. You began to sob silently as the undead scratched longingly against the exterior of the vehicle, all too aware of your presence inside.
Then, out of nowhere, a masculine roar of defiance. The sound of flesh succumbing to fierce combat. You struggled to your feet, peering out of the dirtied window to see the person you wanted most in the world: Seungcheol. His cheeks were flushed with the effort, a drop of blood streaking down his forehead. Without wasting another second you made towards the door, flinging it open and taking advantage of the surprise to cave in the heads of the zombies closest to the RV.
Seungcheol looked up only briefly to see you, relief flooding his features. He then returned to slashing down his foes, a machete in each hand. After what seemed like an age, in reality only seconds, he was by your side. You pressed towards him, leaning up breathlessly to kiss him, only to be met by his large palms pinning you up against the wall of the motorhome.
“Don’t move. Don’t even breathe.” Seungcheol’s breath warmed your ear as his body pressed up against yours, and you could feel as he drew his knife downwards towards your feet in one swift motion.
the sound of the undead’s skull collapsing inwards below you. One had crawled underneath the vehicle to catch you unawares. You grasped onto his shirt, burying your head in his chest, cursing yourself for letting him be the saviour yet again. The musk of his sweat smelled sweet against your nose, after this terrible day drenched in death and rot.
“Inside.” The word came out as a command, no more than a growl. Your feet carried you back into the RV, stumbling forwards onto the sofa. The interior was surprisingly intact, and could once have been considered luxurious. Now it was stained with dust and age.
Seungcheol closed the door behind him and locked it, walking forwards to tower over you with an intent stare. Your heart began to pound as you looked up at him, wondering what he might have to say.
“Running away with a thought, and nearly killing yourself… ah, damn it.” He ran his hand through his hair, fixing you with a glare. “You’re really driving me crazy, you know that?”
Despite yourself, you sank down into your seat, wishing you could disappear.
“I’m sorry.” You replied, voice as small as you felt in that moment.
He sighed deeply, casting a glance out of the window to where yet another crowd of undead was beginning to form in the dusk, attracted by the sound of the ruckus to the two of you had just created.
“We’ll have to stay here until the dawn now, you know. It’s nightfall.” He glanced down towards the bedroom area, and motioned with his head for you to follow him as he walked towards it.
Slowly, you obeyed, walking towards the double bed nestled in the back. It was still crisply made up for a night’s sleep, with the previous owners never having been able to spend a night there. You looked at it sadly for a second, before sitting down beside Seungcheol, not daring to touch him. You twiddled your thumbs nervously, refusing to look him in the eyes.
Seungcheol seemed less worried, kicking off his shoes and settling back on the bed, over the sheets. He stared up at the featureless ceiling, humming a low tune to himself. After a minute he stopped.
“I was so terrified… so terrified of what might have happened.” He said, in a small voice.
Your heart leapt at the admittance, turning to face him. Instinctively you crawled towards him, nestled into his side and felt his arm wrap around your shoulder, drawing small circles on the exposed skin of your arm.
“I only wanted to show you that I’m not defenceless.” You paused, swallowing down the emotion that welled in your chest. “That you don’t always have to save me.” A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you realised the irony of your own situation.
Seungcheol’s hands squeezed you, and his lips found gentle retreat on the top of your head.
“I don’t think you’re defenceless. But I will never stop wanting to save you.” Seungcheol’s fingers found your cheek, tilting your head to look up at him. “If you’ll let me.”
Your lips trembled, your heart feeling at once that you had been foolish to ever doubt the man before you. You leaned up and into him, kissing him deeply with all the fear and desire you had experienced over the past few hours. He returned in full, bringing you fully into his arms and gripping your waist as if you might fall away from him and turn to dust.
“Okay.” Your voice barely peaked over a whisper. “You can save me. So long as I can save you, too.”
Seuncheol broke out into a smile, chuckling deeply and shaking his head. At that moment a howl of wind whipped around the outside of the RV, and you found yourself pulling him even closer. He shook his head and kissed you again, before parting his lips from yours and whispering,
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