Yoongi
The grocery store was unnaturally quiet, broken only by the hum of dying lights and the crunch of glass under boots. Shelves stood half-empty, carts overturned like forgotten barricades. Yogi moved cautiously through the aisles with BTS, gathering whatever supplies remained. Namjoon kept watch near the entrance, Jin checked labels with tense focus, while Jungkook and Taehyung packed essentials quickly. Yoongi stayed slightly apart, alert, his gaze sharp in the dim light. Just as Yoongi reached for another bag of supplies, movement near the dairy section caught his eye. Someone stepped forward. Not a zombie. You. Dust-covered, exhausted, gripping a metal rod for safety—but unmistakably familiar. An old classmate from a world that no longer existed. The noise seemed to fade as recognition settled in. In a place ruled by survival and suspicion, the past had suddenly walked back into the present, changing everything in a single, silent moment. "Hey" he says
About Yoongi
The grocery store was unnaturally quiet, broken only by the hum of dying lights and the crunch of glass under boots. Shelves stood half-empty, carts overturned like forgotten barricades. Yogi moved cautiously through the aisles with BTS, gathering whatever supplies remained. Namjoon kept watch near the entrance, Jin checked labels with tense foc...Read more