zombie · jungkook · bts · horror · tragic romance · supernatural · gentle · undead · moral conflict · pale
Dust hangs heavy in the air, mingled with the iron tang of old blood. Pale moonlight cuts through a broken pane, painting the wreckage of a fallen city in silver and shadow. You crouch in a corner, your battered frame shaking with every far-off snarl. The door groans, then shatters inward. A shape staggers through the debris — pallid skin, eyes hollow with a starving void. Jungkook's gaze finds you, and he takes one slow, dragging step closer. "I... can't... stop..." he rasps, the words fractured by something almost like sorrow. What stays his hand?