#btsapocalypse

Jeongukk thinks he’s dreaming, this can’t be real right? He must’ve hit his head too hard, this indeed doesn’t feel like reality. This type of information hit him strongly and he didn’t like it. Did Jinyoung jinx it? Probably since now this whole apocalypse shit hit the fan unexpectedly.

It’s a good thing he had a weapon now. Can a ruler even be called a weapon? Yes, to Jeongukk it is! He has to get his ass out quickly before he gets eaten alive by those dead people.

Jeongukk goes over the list of items he has in his head, messenger bag, check! Ruler, check! Letter, check! Phone? Definite no. He totally forgot about the darn thing. He fidgets when he can’t find the phone. Panic mode activated! He starts breathing unevenly and tears start to well up. If he can’t find the cell phone, then how can he save Yugyeom?

Instead of looking for It, his mind chose him to pace in worry while scratching his arms lightly. In mid pace, the foot of his timberlands hits something hard until he looks down. Aha! Its his phone! But its slightly cracked which makes a little frown appear on his delicate face.

Now that he has the phone, he can save Yugyeom. Well, if he can even try to get a hold on him. The thought of his friend leaving him on read and acting weirdly still made him uncomfortable. As the negative thoughts grow within his own head, he erases them quickly and gathers up the courage to move his ass.

“You can do this Jeongukk,” he nodded, breathing in and out, his hands clutching the strap of the brown bag across his shoulder, and closing his eyes. “You can do anything. Just run and fight that’s it.”

After the little pep talk he gave to himself, ruler in hand, he opens the creaky old art door cautiously. He stuck his head out and looked left and right to see if any of those ‘dead people’ were out there roaming around the hallway.

He prays he’ll make it out alive. He’ll fight for Yugyeom, even if it means it’ll cost his own life.

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Place: outside of Seoul University

Time: 10:34 A.M.

The streets of Seoul are a complete wreck. Like how Jeongukk witnessed back at the art room, limbs of body parts and the people who were once alive were half eaten on the streets left to rot.

The putrid smell of decaying bodies heavily hits his nose, making it scrunch up and covering it.

“Fuck, I didn’t know it’d be this bad.” His sense of smell was very sensitive. Strong smells could make him feel dizzy and nauseous so that’s the only reason why he stuck to delicate scents, like women’s perfume or baby lotion.

As he looks around the bloody streets, he finds some people running away until they get cornered. He particularly got disturbed when he found a child crying in a fetal position, calling out for their mother when he knows the mother didn’t make it out alive.

Jeongukk can hardly believe this was real, he still thinks it’s just a dream he made up within his mind and making it seem real. He looks away and shakes his head, he wishes to save the poor child, but he’s determined to find Yugyeom.

Yes, this was for Yugyeom only. He was only outside for him. Only fighting for his friend. Walking away from the scene, he winces silently as he hears the child’s screams become gurgled and hears the splattering of his blood on the floor. This was one of the mistakes he truly wished he didn’t make.

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Place: nearing the gates of the Seoul Museum of History

Time: 11:07 A.M.

“Yugyeom!” Jeongukk hollers. He still can’t find Yugyeom and dread running upon him as he roams the streets. So far, he hadn’t fought with any ‘dead people’ which he thanks the almighty lord for being on his side so far.

Just as he rounds a corner to a street, he was met with two ‘dead people.’ With fear in his eyes, his body froze. Shit, Jeongukk! Why do you freeze now? He tried moving his own feet, but they wouldn’t budge at all, making him even more scared. Fiercely moving his eyes from them to his frozen feet, he had to make up a plan quick.

‘Gotta think, gotta think!’ His eyes moved quickly to see if anything can block the monsters from getting to him. Finally, his eyes land on a loose pipe almost detached from a building, and a good sized rock to throw at.

Struggling to reach the rock, the ‘dead people’ come closer, making him hurry in terror. His damn feet still won’t budge and now he’s getting pissed off.

As they move closer, Jeongukk takes a good look at them. The first one had its left arm off, with its skin rotting and the jaw sliced open, letting him see the bone. He winces as it doesn’t have any eyes. Yup, he’s now even more scared.

As he looks at the second one, its bottom half was hacked off, making it drag itself with its arms and its intestines dragging behind. What makes him want to puke is the left eyeball hanging out flimsily like a loose threat.

As Jeongukk reaches, he groans in pain from his stiff legs, but manages to grab the rock quickly and throw it hard at the loose pipe. Luckily the pipe came down and knocked the first ‘person’ down, that doesn’t mean they’re gone though.

Finally being able to move and have more confidence on getting his way out, he clutched onto the ruler and bolted towards the knocked down ‘dead person’. He raised the end of the ruler high and impaled the skull. It was still moving and fling its arm to claw at the boy’s leg. But Jeongukk was quicker than it and took the ruler out of the skull and slicing the wrist hard enough for it to not move.

“Just die already!” He grunted, digging the ruler even farther into the skull before he heard a crack from it. After it stopped responding, he took the ruler out roughly and stomped on the skull until it was a mess with scattered brain and bones from the casualty.

He huffed and made a face as he inspected his hands with blood. He causally wiped it off his canary blue button down shirt and walked over to the second one. Without hesitation he pierced the skull of the second ‘dead person’ on top of its head and brought the heel of his timberland onto the skull.

Again, more blood occurred and the smell made him sick to his stomach.

“This shit is disgusting, but I gotta keep moving further without distractions.”

Jeongukk moves forward towards the alleyway until a museum came into view. The words “Seoul Museum of History” in dark bolded bronze in the archway of the big building.

“Maybe Yugyeom hid in here since it looks vacant...” he muttered to himself. He still had high hopes that his best friend was alive and well from all the events that’ve been going on today. Making his way down the rocky path and towards the chestnut colored door, he opened it and stepped inside.

“Maybe it’s better to play safe by resting here for now. But I still have to find him,” he turned on his phone that read 12:23 A.M. and no answers from Yugyeom. ‘Maybe he truly is gone’ he thought. “I’ll stay here, maybe look around and find a better weapon than this floppy stick.”

Jeongukk began walking towards a room that held all different kinds of ancient artifacts. He wished he came by here sooner before the whole mess came, but sadly the once cheery Museum was wrecked with broken glass thrown everywhere, papers dispersed, and even some sculptures broken into pieces.

Jeongukk came into a halt and puffed out his cheeks with hands on his hips. His feet hurt from walking so much and he’s so exhausted.

“That’s it I’m calling quits for today.” Throwing the ruler on the marble ground and sitting on a piece of broken marble, he was about to close his eyes for a moment until a sudden fatigue overcame him.

Jeongukk’s world was spinning even more than the last time. The only thing he saw before he blacked out was his head connecting to the grey marble ground and two figures in the distance. He definitely hoped that God really was on his side.

Sam walked up to him and grabbed his shoulders and shook him rapidly, barking out, “Why do you let him do this to you? It’s like you’re a slave to his own damn words! Jeongukk, you’re too forgiving and nice.”

Dead silence filled the room, now heavy with tension with both of the boys looking at each other. Before Sam could speak once again, Mrs.Ryu finally came in with a pale brown cardboard box which most definitely looks very worn out and beaten up several times. She had the small box within her dainty hands with an uptight grin on her face. Jeongukk wonders if she can feel the tense atmosphere surrounding the room heavily.

“Sorry if it took a little while, I had a problem finding it.” She sheepishly said, putting a half grin on her face and cringed back a bit. Jeongukk only nodded and took the package from her hands and looked back at Sam.

Sam’s eyes were now a light pink from the once bloodshot tears from the sudden quarrel moments ago. Jeongukk backed a few steps, murmuring out, “I’m sorry...” he nodded, still looking into Sam’s russet brown eyes while the click clacking of Mrs.Ryu’s shoes died down in the background.

Parting ways, Jeongukk hopes the Devil got nothing on him, like how he had claimed the tragically broken Jinyoung. Let’s just say he truly prays for Sam’s sanity.

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The old art room

9:41 A.M

Jeongguk’s day is finally back to normal. After the whole fighting debacle with a red angry Jinyoung and a crying Sam, he seems drained from the sudden event. The worn torn cardboard box from his family is still in his hands. He runs the palm of his right hand on top of the box to feel the texture of it. It’s hard, but some what flimsy with the texture of feeling of rough sand. Sand. Yes, sand reminds him of home. Back in Busan where he and his family would take day trips to the beach and enjoy themselves. It gives Jeongguk a nostalgic feeling to remember the memory. He wonders if they’re doing okay.

Ever since he left to go to University in Seoul, his anxiety had risen up a little bit because he can’t help but worry about his precious family.

He sighed, thinking about Busan made him homesick. Heck, even having the thought of his family members made him feel homesick.

He looked out of the old tall window, viewing the landscape of city buildings with people busying themselves on the sidewalks, some rushing while others aimlessly talking. He turned around while still inspecting the box in his hands. He wants to open it, but at the same time he thinks it’s not important as it seems to be. Placing the box and his phone on the table, he went back the awfully red with splattered painted stool where he once sat before he had to go to the attendance desk. Jeongguk gazed at the painting, a small pout forming on his face. He didn’t like the fact he was interrupted from his painting.

Jeongguk was about to paint until his phone buzzed on the wooden table. Picking up his phone, he got a text message from his childhood friend Yugyeom.

He looked at the message, feeling extremely confused with his friends behavior. Yugyeom did tend to get into some brawls with guys who weren’t on good terms with him, but usually he’d act calm and say something on the lines of, ‘Hey Kook, uhh so today I got into another fight and I think I might’ve broken my arm..’

This time, the message gave him an uneasy feeling.

[From Gyeomie 12:21 am]

Dude I’m fucking scared

[From Jeonggukie 12:21 am]

What?? Gyeomie are you okay??

[From Jeonggukie 12:22 am]

Lol you don’t naturally act this way 😂

[From Gyeomie 12:22 am]

Fucckkkajks dcuommmm@4

[From Jeonggukie 12:22 am]

??? Is something going on??

[From Gyeomie 12:23 am]

Asksna. Sngneikf nak md 18i in1,’

[From Jeonggukie 12:23 am]

Are you fighting again?? Do I need to come get you?

[From Gyeomie 12:23 am]

Get out Jeongguk! Just get ouabakan a

[From Jeonggukie 12:23 am]

Get out? Wtf do you mean get out? I’m at the art wing in room 120 if you’re so worried 😧

[From Gyeomie 12:24 am]

NO! I mean get out of the building AND FinD SAFETY! NOW KOOAna. Zxyiwb3 x 9/&

[From Gyeomie 12:24 am]

THE EPIDEMIC anb1!2 ITs HErE12!mewoqq

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder to see if anything was out of place. The only thing off was there wasn’t much people, plus some were running until he found a man limping towards a woman.

He shook his head, eyes closing and breathed through his nose. His patience was wearing thin since Yugyeom won’t answer his questions fully. He began typing to him while leaning against the dusty windowsill.

[From Jeonggukie 12:25 am]

I just looked out the window... and so far everything looks fine to me 🤷🏻‍♂️

[From Jeonggukie 12:25 am]

Are you sure it’s just a gang coming at you??

Read 12:25 A.M.

Shit, he left him on read. He stood up and walked back from windowsill, just as he was about to look back at the view down below he was flown back against the wall from a sudden burst. As he crashed against the wall, he fell and his temple collided with the corner of the wooden table, making him wince in pain and have blood drip down the side of his face. His eyes felt heavy, his breathing became shallow, and he felt like his head was rammed into the ground at least several times.

Jeongukk hears crashes and high pitched screeches as he groans from the ache. Fatigue is now taking over his body as his vision blurs. The objects around him multiply into two and his world gets dizzy. He feels sick, oh so sick to point where he can heave up anything.

Shaking, he tries getting up by gripping onto the table and whimpering lowly. He clutches onto the edge and touches the wound on his head. The tips of his fingers are covered in blood, tears well up in his eyes and he wipes them away as soon as they appeared.

Still feeling dazed, he tries to take his wobbly legs over to the broken window. The glass of the window is now shattered, but surprisingly some parts are still in tact. Jeongukk grasped onto the sill and peered down, all over the streets were screams of terror. Blood, severed limbs and bodies lifeless on the ground. Gawking, his eyes grew wide with horror as he saw the disaster before him.

There were masses of bloody bodies either without limbs or torn through the skin, showing their muscles and intestines. Jeongukk wanted to throw up, he was appalled by the position that these people and himself were put into. Still studying the calamity, he sees men with BB’s and shot guns shooting at what looks like to be a crowd of different people limping and making strange noises. The aberrant noise sounds like a mixed gurgle with groaning and hissing.

Some buildings were already demolished by what it looks like to be a military tank. The tank was blasting off bombs to slaughter the mass of ‘people’ coming into the once busy, but yet peaceful city.

Jeongukk trembled as he held temple with his right hand. He was even more worried for Yugyeom now. What if he was hurt? What if he got trapped in one of the buildings and can’t get out? Even worse, what if he’s dead? Jeongukk dreaded to go outside, he felt his breath become erratic while clawing at his forearms. Dear lord, he was going to have an anxiety attack, why now jeongukk? Of all times, he scolded himself for being so weak and vulnerable in such a state.

He doesn’t even have a weapon to defend himself. Feeling distressed, he glanced over at the damn wooden table, the package wasn’t on it, but instead on the floor joined with the glass shards. The package is slightly ripped now, having left over splattered paint on it with a dusty look adding to it.

Hurriedly, he grabs the box and places it on top of the table. He flashes his eyes left and right around the art room to see if there’s anything sharp to open it up. There, on a little side corner table next to his knocked over paint set, was a long metal ruler. Speed walking across the room and grabbing it quickly, Jeongukk notices how the metal ruler is sharp. Too sharp to be exact.

Gripping the metal, wincing at the sharpness, on his right hand was a red indent. Shaking his hand from the pain, he takes the end of the ruler and slices the box open.

After he opens the box he throws the ruler aside, the pain on his throbbing hand still remaining, “Damn thing hurts...yikes.”

He tries his best not to pay attention to the pulsing pain and focuses on the object within in the package. A brown messenger bag was placed with the package with a note. Without hesitation jeongukk grasped the messenger bag and took the letter with him.