In the Dead of Winter || •PJM• ✔️

The Funeral

"Every second it gets worse, to be honest," Jimin replies, shrugging. "I can barely walk, and when I do, it feels like my entire body is ripping itself apart. Jungkook is on my ass about me walking at all."

"To be fair, he is a doctor. You shouldn't be putting this kind of pressure on yourself. Jimin, the more you do to open that wound, the longer your recovery is. And it's already a long recovery. Come on Min, I need rough sex as fast as possible, you need to recover fast."

"Just like that, I feel better," Jimin says, you nudging his shoulder when he licks his lips.

"So funny. Come on, I'll help you back to your room."

"Woah woah, I don't want to go back yet." He holds your arm to stop you from moving, and you stare at him with furrowed brows. "It's gonna be harder to come outside when I can't even walk. I wanna enjoy it for a few minutes, I don't need to go anywhere yet."

Well, you can't really disagree with that. So you sit with your boyfriend. Neither of you speak for the longest time. Not because you don't want to speak or anything, but because you're doing what Jimin wants to do. Sit and enjoy the fresh breeze brushing by your faces. It takes a solid five minutes until either of you utter a word.

"I want to sit here and live in peace," Jimin says, holding your hand. "I want to be your lover for as long as you'll let me, and I want to be the father of Ves, and maybe even another kid one day. That's all I want in life."

You come a bit closer, sighing. "What's the but?"

He returns the expression, kissing the back of your hand before rubbing it with his fingers. "But I don't think we're safe yet. I didn't want to, but now I feel I have to." At your questioning glance, he presses his shoulder up against yours, his smile hiding the ache in his eyes fairly well. "I'm gonna ask Namjoon if he wants me to lead still."

"You? Leading us?" Although you want to make a joke about that, his posture is slumped, the bags under his eyes larger than you've ever seen them before. So, you shut your mouth. "What would you do?"

"Protect us as best as I can. I can't protect our future kids until I protect us as a whole. As much as I want to worry about settling down and starting a life with you..."

"You need to help Namjoon first."

"Exactly. I'm not convinced we're safe and that the Ranglers aren't coming back. I don't believe that for a second. Last time it was a disaster, and if they come back, it'll be even worse. For now, we can dream. I can dream one day the apocalypse will be over, or at least less severe. That Yoongi will study Ves and find a vaccine for us. Then we don't have to worry nearly as much. Maybe it won't be considered dumb to have a kid in the apocalypse and-" Jimin breaks off, closing his eyes. "I'm being stupid and rambling. I'm sorry."

"What? No, I love every word you have to say, Min. What's wrong? Why do you think you're rambling?"

"Just because... I don't know, I feel like I'm pushing too much on you. Really, we've been together for not even three weeks, yet here I am telling you I want to start a family with you. That's insane, and I'm sorry for that."

"Jimin, this isn't the old days." He raises a brow, and you snuggle closer to him. "This isn't the old days where we have a lot of time and can take it slow. We're in the zombie apocalypse where we could die at any moment. I could die in ten minutes from anything at this point. The Ranglers can come back and separate us permanently. So you know what? Let's dream. Let's plot a future together. Shit Jimin, without you rambling about our future, I wouldn't have hope. A reason to be excited to wake up in the morning. Please keep rambling. You see it as stupid. The rest of us see it as our motivation to live."