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"Is there a washroom in here?" I asked the archer.
"Yea. Its over there." The archer tilted his head towards the corner of the gymnasium, where we located the entrance of a washroom. After that he looked down and continued packing some arrows.
"Okay." I pulled Jungkook with me.
"Huh, you want me to watch you pee?" Jungkook chuckled as we arrived at the washroom, I shot him a glare, and sighed.
I went to the sink and wash my face. Though I had not been to washroom for days, I did not feel the need at all. Probably because my body had been dehydrated for so long.
Jungkook also started to wash his hand and face, which were covered with blood and dirt. After washing off the stains, the scratches on his skin were more than visible.
I scanned through his arm, they were there because of me. If I did not turn around or pull him back, he would not have so many tough fights with zombies.
I bit my lips and turned to look at my reflection in the mirror. Those dull eyes with dark circles, bruised cheek, scratch marks on the neck...Was I too tired to make a right decision? I was making another person suffer with me.
"I'm sorry." I gulped. "You are right, I am not invincible and I should have listened to you and just—"
"Hey, hey, Minji." Jungkook turned me to face him and cupped my face.
"I was just kidding, you did nothing wrong, you are so kind and you want to save everyone. And look, I am fine as hell!" He spun himself in a circle and smiled at me.
He brushed away the few strands of hair on my face and caressed my face again.
"Don't blame yourself for that. We will surely survive."
I held onto his hand and pulled him into a hug. The familiar scent calmed me down and made me feel safe, comfortable and less guilty.
"You are so nice to me." I mumbled and put my hands in my pockets after breaking the hug.
"Why do you sound like you cannot be treated nicely??! Plus, you are my girlfriend, my fucking girlfriend?!" He frowned and said.
I chuckled and looked down. A certain long thin thing in my pocket got in touch with my hand, I eventually took it out. It was the cutter which I gave Namra to give me back.
I put it on my eye level, covering its sharp blade, black coat in one glance. I slid the blade out and then back in, flipped it around and sighed as memories flooded in my mind.
"Tell you something, Kook."
Jungkook did not speak, but used silence to ask me continue.
"This cutter was given by my mum."
"Your mum...?"
"Yeah, when I was like five or something, I guess."
Jungkook's eyes filled with worry as he looked at me. He took the cutter from me and examined it.
"Why did she give you this...?"
"I remembered so well the words she said. She told me that, use this when you have no way to escape, this will be your final hope. No one will blame you for using it, I love you my baby girl."
I chuckled bitterly and shrugged, nostalgia hit me but only with the pictures, not the feelings. Again, the past would never be something I cried about anymore.
Jungkook held my hand and caressed it gently with his fingers.
"I thought she said I could attack someone and protect myself using this, so I keep it with me all the time. But I only realised what she really meant, after she committed suicide when I was eight, by...cutting her wrist... with a cutter."
"Oh gosh, it must have been so hard for you." Jungkook hugged me and patted my back.
"I just could not get over the fact that, she had been suffering—my dad had been abusing her for so many years and she stayed silent, to give me a complete family. And I didn't even notice it." I gritted my teeth.
"If I had known about it, I would have killed him and cut him into mother fucking pieces."
"Oh come on, you were not even ten!!!" Jungkook rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Dang that. Well, seemed like this thing is no longer meaningful to me now, plus it holds memories I want to forget, I will just throw—"
As I was about to throw it to the bin, Jungkook stopped me.
"No, it will be very useful in this situation, for cutting all sorts of stuff." He winked and helped me put it inside my pocket.
"Well, you're right, I am being sentimental all of a sudden." I shrugged.
"It's alright to be emotional sometimes." He said.
"Well, I am always emotional, I am angry, disgusted, frustrated, awkward all the time. I am just a bad-tempered hot-headed cruel bitch." I rolled my eyes ironically.
Jungkook gasped with widened eyes, feeling kind of familiar with the description but did not recall exactly, shook his head instantly and vigorously.
"No you are not!! You are kind, considerate and caring just you did not show it. You have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. That's what I see." He grinned and pinched my cheek.
"I don't see myself being kind??" I questioned.
"You are so kind to everyone...even those you don't know. Oh girl, you sacrificed yourself to help that fat guy!"
"I didn't, it's just that I don't think I will get killed..." I said with my voice getting softer and softer, but raised my brows when I thought of something.
"I am not kind to everyone, I want to kill some of them desperately. I am a cruel murder."
I crossed my arms, since when did this become a battle between me and Jungkook, discussing on my personalities??
"That's because they aren't humans." Jungkook shrugged.
"Well, my father—"
"He isn't, too." He cut me off and rolled his eyes. "Come on girl, you even called an ambulance for him because YOU ARE AFRAID THAT HE WAS REALLY DEAD." He stressed the last part, leaving me speechless.
I pressed my lips together and surrendered. He messed my hair and held my hand, planning to walk out of the washroom when we heard a loud scream, following a hard thud.
"OWWWWW!!!!"
"Wait, what is the smell?! Why do I smell Lee Cheongsan and Park Minji on you?!!"
Jungkook immediately held me behind him as he peeked through the washroom entrance.
"Huh?! Who are Lee Cheongsan and Park Minji?? I don't know?!! I already told you!!!" The archer crawled on the floor, twitching. One of his arm held onto a certain spot on his neck, where blood was flooding out. He was bitten already, unusual veins started to be visible on his face.
Yoon Gwinam stared at the archer blankly as he focused on the scents in him.
"They all got into the auditorium!!! We went there with some juniors...Only I'm left out! Oh wait...TWO OF THEM ARE OVER THERE!! In the washroom!!!!" The archer pointed towards our direction. Gwinam immediately turned and locked his eyes on us. His lips slowly curved into a smirk.
"Oh fuck. That fucking archer already turned and he is still an asshole." Minji cursed. "What do we do now?!"
Jungkook squeezed my hand as he glanced around. There was no where to escape. We could have opened the window but zombies were everywhere outside. Fighting thousands of zombies or one hambie... We had made our decision in synchronisation. We could not hide from Yoon Gwinam forever, anyway. Plus, it would be better to fight in an empty gymnasium than a football court crowded with zombies, apparently.
"You have to stay in here." He whispered to me.
"No I don't have to and I am not gonna." I looked at him determinedly. "I won't leave you alone fighting with him."
"It's dangerous. And he really intends to kill you. I cannot let you die."
"I know. He will kill you if you stop him. So it's the same. I cannot let you die too." I held his arm tightly. "If we are going to die, we die together."
I made myself clear and Jungkook knew he could not change my mind. He hugged me one more time, embraced every part of me into his arm, owning it's warmth and aliveness. The hug empowered both of us, giving us unlimited courage and strength.
We broke the hug, but never break our bonds. We were dauntless and powerful as long as we had each other.
"I love you." The words slid out so easily, genuine and direct.
"I love you too." I responded with a smile.
We walked out of the washroom, staring at our one and only enemy.
"Took you guys long enough, are you ready to die?" Gwinam laughed while cracking his neck.
"Oh come on, I am awesome as fuck, definitely worthier than you to stay alive, ugly pussy."