Apocalypse // BTS

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Amelia's POV:

"Remind me again why you're so fücking rude," Yoongi turns to me while we all sit around in an old workshop.

We finally made it far enough away from the center of Busan in order to stretch our legs. Honestly, I haven't been in a car in ages so this was quite the experience for me. It almost makes me miss how things used to be even more.

"My mom taught me not to talk to strangers," I mock a child, not even daring to waste energy on making eye contact with him.

"Oh really? I'm guessing she's dead now considering you're alone," He chuckles lightly, kicking a stone my way before storming out of the room.

I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, trying not to let his comment get to me. It's not his fault, I provoked him, but the idea of him even mentioning my mom pushes my buttons.

At the time of the bomb drop I was living with my parents in Seoul. I had just left for school when it hit, and unfortunately neither of my parents survived. That left me to fend for myself.

The once naive girl who had never touched a gun in her life quickly turned into a thick skinned bïtch who can shoot a zombie from a mile away.

It's crazy what life throws at you sometimes. You turn into a catcher, having to stop anything and everything coming your way. At times it's scary, but you have to learn to deal with it.

Eventually you'll end up like me.

"Don't worry about him, he's hard to please," V crouches at my side, most likely noticing my troubled expression.

"V, you do realize that I'm at fault here, right?" I glance at him.

"Of course I do," his expression suddenly changes as he roughly pokes my forehead sending me onto the ground from my crouched position.

I watch him walk away angrily, leaving me alone. Well, maybe he shouldn't have offered to take me in the first place. Then he wouldn't have to deal with all of my bull shït.

"Wow,"

I look over my shoulder to see Jimin propped up on a mound of wooden boxes. He seems to be oddly amused by this whole situation, which is quite surprising to me.

"What?" I shrug my shoulders at him.

He looks down at me with a slight smirk, "Nothing. It's just really hard to make Taehyung mad,"

"Who?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Taehyung,"

"Yeah, who's that?" I airily laugh.

"Seriously? Why does he call you his friend when you don't even know his name?" Jimin shakes his head out of surprise.

"He said his name was V," I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, that's his nickname. His real name is Taehyung. Jeez, you really aren't here to be nice to us," Jimin purses his lips.

"You know what? I've had enough of this. Tell V, or Taehyung, Whatever, thanks for giving me a lift," I sigh, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"You're leaving?" Jimin asks curiously.

"Yup," I pop the ending and start for the door.

"That's just going to make him more angry," Jimin calls after me.

"What? Are you trying to stop me?" I turn around, walking backwards.

Jimin shrugs, "No, I just think you're ungrateful, that's all,"