BTS Smut; TT (Twisted Taste)

Never Again.

There he was, on top of me, as sexy as ever. I didn't quite understand how things could happen this fast, but it didn't matter. He slowly leaned down getting closer and closer to me every second, I felt his cock brush up against my body. Our faces we're about 3 cm away from collapsing together, he started to whisper something, but I couldn't quite make out what he was saying.
It sounded like muffled moans more than anything, but it didn't make sense, he was so close yet the sound emitting from his lips were so distant.

It all started to blur, and it was like this new reality was starting to fade away.
Or.. Nope, fuck. This was the real reality that was coming back.

It was all a dream, a fucking dream.
Come to think about it, this is a reoccurring one, I've had the same dream many times before, and it always ended the same way.
But, it was better than reality at least.

The image of Hoseok on top of me was now completely gone, no more sign of him.
If I would've been smart and tactical about things, then I probably would've checked out the source of the sounds, because they most likely weren't only part of the dream.

But you know, I just kept on doing my thing, dicking around in my newly found settlement (which was an old general store in the outskirts of a small town)
There wasn't really a lot to do these days, and I was starting to get a slight bit lonely, more like very lonely.

I walked out into the main "hall" of the store, looked around, and gave out a big sigh.
I walked up to the misplaced mannequins, I chuckled at the sight of the rather muscular bald male mannequin dressed in lingerie.
And yes it may or may not have been me who placed the clothes there but that's not important.
I looked over to the rest of the mannequins, the headless, armless Sage, Walter and Jerry.
Of course I named them, they're like real people right, no? Well, it was my only source of amusement in this crappy place.

I snook back into my room, which was a small pillow fort like tent thing which I had built up using the space behind the counter.
I lied down on the shitty little mattress I called my bed, and just closed my eyes, wishing that Hoseok would come back to me. Or maybe someone else.
I mean, I honestly would mind at all if anyone else showed up either, I really really wouldn't mind.
I slowly drifted back and forth through sleep, and I just couldn't get the image of Hoseok back.

I heard a noise, or, a whisper? No, moan? It was the same sound that I heard in my dream, but, it was quite a bit closer this time. Almost too close.
I quickly sat up, wishing for the best, but I had to proceed with caution.
So I grabbed my pocket blade, and I held it in my right hand, I squeezed it tightly.
I didn't know if I was afraid or excited, lack of action had made me restless.

The noices became more frequent, and they seemed to be getting closer.
When they were close enough, almost to the point that I could feel the closure of whatever it was, I ran out of my shelter, with the knife readied.
I felt the dissapointment rush through my whole body when I saw what was in front of me, a godamn walking dead. The same thing as always, they weren't scary anymore, just a pain in the ass.
My blade quickly went through the walkers head, and the body went limp as it fell to the ground.

I understood that I couldn't stay here anymore, it wasn't safe.
Always being on the run was quite the tiring project, but I had no choice, this was for sheer survival.

I packed all of my belongings, or at least the small amount that I could bring with me in my backpack.
Some cans of well preserved food, mostly fruit cocktails which I had found while scavenging the store.
Apparently they weren't popular at all because there was a full rack of them just waiting for me as I searched bed store for the first time.
As I turned around to say goodbye to my shelter, I saw a small picture sticking out from under my pillow.
With rather shaky hands I grabbed it, flickered it around and saw
Hoseok smiling at me.

I started to tear up, I just couldn't..
The picture fell out of my hand, and I just sat there on my knees, staring.
The thought of him and the others, dead. I had lost all hope of finding them alive.
The last time I saw them, was exactly 89 days ago.
About a week after the outbreak, we had bunkered up in an old house down by a river.
The only thing I remember is the door getting smashed down, the look of terror in their faces and Namjoon grabbing me and telling me that it's all going to be alright, and then he pushes me out the window and onto the roof. I looked back trying to help him out as well, but he was already gone, vanished. As well as the others.
Ever since I've been hoping that they made it out alive.
But, that's all gone now.
I never got so say goodbye.

And I will never see them again.