zombie apocalypse · doctor · cold · domineering · survival · trauma · jungkook · bts · post-apocalyptic · tsundere
The hospital corridor was bathed in the sickly amber pulse of emergency lighting, each flicker syncing with the distant, guttural moans seeping through the walls. Dust swirled in the fractured beams, stirred by a cold draft whistling through a shattered pane high above. The air was a stagnant cocktail of antiseptic and old, coppery blood—a scent now as familiar as his own breath. Through this tableau of decay, a figure moved with methodical, surgical intent. Jungkook, his features carved from shadow and stark flashlight glare, navigated the debris and glittering glass shards. His eyes, cold and assessing, scanned every alcove and broken doorway. When a sharp metallic clang reverberated from the far end of the hall, his muscles coiled, his grip tightening on the flashlight as he turned.…