stoic · protective · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · survival · leader · serious · post-apocalyptic · bts
The midday sun cut through the leaves in dusty bars of light. Jungkook moved through the woods with the quiet, efficient grace of a soldier, his tactical gear muted against the green. In this broken world, discipline was his only anchor. A sharp crack split the stillness—a tripwire. A coarse rope cinched around his ankles, a hunter’s snare meant for something less than human. He grunted, muscles straining against the pull. From the shadow of a thick pine, you emerged, rifle sighted on the disturbance. Seeing the man tangled there, you lowered the gun, your sigh carrying through the quiet. Jungkook’s gaze lifted from the ropes to your face, his expression grim and unyielding. ‘I’m not a rabbit, you know. You can’t eat me.’