#admin pastel

The door opened, and you expected the lady running the place to come in with glasses of cold water, as she always did, but she came in hysterics.

“Get out of here!” she screamed, graying curls of hair jerking around on her head. You could see the spit fly from her mouth onto the coffee table in front of you. “It’s the fucking apocalypse and I want to spend time with my children alone! This is my house, you know? Please, just-”

Now that the music was off, you could hear yelling and crashes through the thin walls of the place. What the hell is happening out there?

“It’s the what?” you asked dumbly.

It felt like you had oil in your eyes and you could barely hear as you grabbed your bag and coat and numbly left before your group of friends left.

There were explosions, warming up the bitter cold of winter with nuclear heat. The sky lit up as if there were fireworks being set off. As you admired it, you were brought back to Earth by being ran into.

“-Run!” you bleakly heard being hollered, “Run, and pray to God that you’re spared in the apocalypse!”

“Mom!” a little girl across the street cried, “Mommy, I’m scared!”

Her mother embraced her warmly. “It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s al-“

The sky turned a pastel blue, almost white and you stared as you were stampeded and shoved to the ground.

You couldn’t speak because you were too scared.

The sun reached your eyes and everything went white for a minute or two or even three.

You didn’t keep track of the time. You couldn’t because of the distracting sharp panging in the back of your head.

“Ow,” you wailed painfully, one hand rubbing at it’s adjacent temple and the other rubbing the rough road for comfort. Tears escaped from your eyes due to the white-hot pain and you let them fall onto the gravel.

You attempted to compose yourself and look back up at the sky, at the apocalypse.

“We’re all gonna die!” you almost laughed at the horror movie cliché that was yelled.

And then, it all went dark.

It was January 12th, 2015. The date was important because you just broke up with your cheating boyfriend. The prick.

But now, it’s important because Earth- and your body- would never be the same again.

a/n: okay so there’s gonna be a big ass pov switch from 3rd person to 1st. sorry, but I wrote the first chapter before the prologue! I hope you enjoyed and request or just talk to us!

It was Friday, and the chosen store was Target.

“A coffin!” he said, “we should look for a coffin!”

“I know for a fact Target won’t have it, Bam.”

“They will totally have it. Let’s bet on it.” He grinned cockily.

“Okay, but first of all, it’s not even Halloween season yet. It’s the middle of summer, and you expect them to have coffins and you want me to bet on it?” you scoffed and crossed your arms, “Isn’t winning every time enough?”

“No, it’s not.” Bambam stuck his tongue out and dabbed.

“Let’s go to Target already, Dabdab.”

“Punch buggy no punch back!” You screamed in the middle of the Target parking lot and punched your boyfriend’s thin arm.

“Y/N!” he wailed, “you could’ve punched me into a damn car!”

“Oh, you’re fine, you big baby. Just dab the pain away.” You snickered, grabbing a cart from the outside of the store.

The sliding doors open and there was a slight jolt in your cart as it passed through the cursed metal bar on the floor. The air conditioning hit you harder than EXO’s comeback did, and you felt blessed.

“Why did you grab a cart?” Bambam asked as you entered the second set of sliding doors- speaking of, why does Target have two sets of sliding doors in the first place?

One of the many mysteries of the world.

“I have a few things I want to get while we’re pointlessly hunting for a coffin,” Your breath hissed in between your teeth, as you let the sentence hang. “do you need anything?”

“I’m just gonna hang out with you anyway.” His arms wrapped around your waist and you attempted to walk on, dragging him along with you.

“You said hang out, not hang on, you asshole.”

And so, you walked on like that, gaining strange looks from other shoppers and giggles from little kids.

“Wait, Y/N!” Bambam released his grip and sped into one of the many freezer sections- which made you wonder what type of store needed like six small freezer sections?

Target really needed to pull a Walmart and just make two or three freezer sections. Make life easier.

“We have enough ice cream at home!” you shouted outside the section.

“We don’t have mango ice cream!” he called back. That boy was predictable as hell.

You tsked and looked around- wait, was that…

“I found a coffin!” You screamed victoriously. The shirt you now held on your hand was probably from the kids’ section as it had a black, sparkly coffin on it.

Why this was in the grocery section, you didn’t know. Some kid probably thought it was ugly after their parent put it in the basket and ditched it.

That’s dark.

The shirt was plucked out of your hand and Bambam cursed. “I do not accept defeat!”

“Oh, shut up. This is probably the last time I’ll ever win against you.”

He slid his arms around your shoulders and you walked forward, ditching the cart and now waddling like a penguin.

“You know, people are looking at us like we’re crazy.”

He hummed, snuggling into your neck as you turned into the dry snacks aisle. “Maybe we’re crazy after all.”

“Probably.”

a/n: y’all have no idea how much I hate pda, oh my god. I would’ve screeched at these two irl. like wow, don’t be goals right in front of me ): also it’s 8 am so 

anyway, I hope you all enjoyed, and thank you to the anon who requested this! 💙 💙 come forth and request! (or just talk to us)