The soft pinks and yellows, from the sunset, shone on Jungkook's face, illuminating his soft features. While the chilly evening breeze drifted into his nostrils as he inhaled.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" He gritted, hand tightening around the metal fence in front of him. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, allowing his head to fall forward at the silence he received before his eyes snapped open and his head swung around, "I told you I was sorry!" He spat at the smaller girl standing behind him.

Marley's grey eyes were wide and empty as she stared up at him- twirling a piece of her white dress around her small finger. She blinked and tilted her head to the side, not saying anything or looking away from him. Marley's skin seemed to almost glow and the white dress stood out among all the greys of the prison.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, "What do you want from me? You died...you died in my arms. Stop making me hope that you're alive." He released a broken whisper, lower lip wobbling and hands trembling against his face, "Just go away!" Jungkook shouted, ripping his hands away from him face, only to freeze when he saw Hershel staring back at him. The older man was lingering in the doorway, that led to the archway- one hand still resting on the door.

"I...it's not how it looks like." Jungkook muttered softly, quickly blinking away the tears in his eyes and placing his trembling hands on his hips.

"Hmm." Hershel hummed, stepping further onto the archway and limping over to Jungkook. Kook's eyes followed him before he allowed himself to look around, trying to search for Marley. He sighed in relief when he didn't see the small girl anywhere, "Rick said you saw someone too. Did you...now?" The older man asked softly, eyes calm and gentle as they connected with Jungkook's.

"I don't...know." Jungkook trailed off, pressing his back against the fence and running a hand over his sweaty face, "I don't know what I'm seeing. It's all so real....so real." He trailed off, eyes becoming dazed and voice breathy.

Hershel nodded, despite Jungkook not noticing, before releasing a sigh, "You should go say goodbye to Andrea, she'll be leaving in a few minutes."

"We're letting her go?" Jungkook gasped, eyes growing wide as he sprung up from his place against the face, "We...we can't let her go! Are y'all dumb or stupid!" He exclaimed in shock.

Hershel rose his brows, standing up straighter and looking at Jungkook in confusion, "What would you suggest we do, Jungkook? Keep her here against her will-"

"Yes!" Jungkook cried out, throwing his arms up in the air, "You can't let her go when she's seen the layout of the prison, when she's seen how many of us are there, when she knows  how much supplies and guns we have!" Jungkook huffed, running a hand through his hair as he paced around the archway, "We should lock her up in one of the cells, if the governor cares about her, maybe even use her as leverage. Threaten to kill her if he tries to attack us."

"You...want to keep her locked up? For how long?" Hershel asked softly, brows furrowing in distress as his eyes followed a pacing Jungkook.

"I don't care." He grumbled quickly, genuinely not caring if they had to keep her locked up forever, "Maybe kill her after a few months, I don't know." Jungkook shrugged carelessly, throwing his head back and releasing a groan of frustration, "It's like I'm the only smart one here!"

"Jungkook." Hershel spoke softly, stepping into Jungkook's way to stop him from pacing around. Jungkook's breathing was heavy and face was scrunched up into a look of annoyance as he stared back at Hershel, "You're forgetting that Andrea is one of us, she's a part of this group and we care about her."

"Well then you're idiots." Jungkook hissed, nostrils flaring and hands curling into loose fists. He stepped closer to Hershel and lowered his voice, glaring into his blue eyes, "Andrea was one of us, Andrea used to be a part of this group. Now....now she's a part of the governor's group, she's our enemy." Jungkook swiped his tongue across his lips before scoffing into Hershel's shocked face, "And we kill our enemies."

Jungkook brushed past Hershel, stomping down the archway and back to the prison. Before he left, Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at Hershel and hissed out, "Shane was right."

Hershel's eyes immediately left the place where Jungkook used to stand before he looked back at him- eyes wide and full of sadness. Jungkook's face remained cold and hard as he lowered his voice, "We should've killed Randall, and we should kill Andrea too. Just because you knew her, doesn't mean that you do now."

And with that, Jungkook turned around and entered the prison, slamming the door shut behind him to display the frustration he was feeling. Hershel was left standing in the middle of the archway, eyes sad and lips tugged down into a frown as he stared at the place Jungkook used to stand, thinking only one thing,

I used to know you too.

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A low rumble filled the silent car, mixing together with the sound of Taehyung's fingers drumming against the steering wheel. His hands glided across the wheel, gripping and turning it to the right. Taehyung drove through the gate in front of him, his foot lifting from the gas pedal and pressing down on the stop pedal as he stopped in front of the main gate. Taehyung's hand left the wheel to rest on the switch before he jerked it up, putting the car in the parking mode.

Taehyung grabbed the door handle and opened the door, slipping out of the car and brushing past Andrea, who was standing right next to the door. His gaze was sharp as he watched Andrea release a soft breath and eye the group as if it was the last time seeing them.

"Can you...can you spare it?" She asked Rick, who was standing next to her with his arms crossed over his chest, gesturing towards the vehicle.

"Yeah." Rick muttered, eyes running over the car until they ended up back on Andrea.

Andrea nodded hesitantly, eyes leaving Rick so that she could look at the group members for the last time. Her eyes lingered on Michonne and Taehyung, and she noticed Jungkook's lack of presence, but she didn't dare say anything.

The blonde girl placed her hand on the dusty car door and allowed her eyes to flicker up to Taehyung, "You..." she trailed off, biting her lip as her eyes dropped down to his empty chest, "The com-"

"It didn't belong to us." Taehyung was quick to cut her off, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest, making his muscles pop out, "It was his." He finished- tone softer and gaze not as cold.

Andrea released another sigh, fingers tapping against the car's door before she nodded, "Well...take care." She uttered to both, Rick and Taehyung, before sliding into the car and shutting the door behind her.

"Andrea," Rick spoke you just as she turned the car back on and got ready to drive away. Her gaze flickered up to Rick and she hummed in a questioning manner, "Take this." Rick offered her a switchblade and a gun, which Andrea took with a grateful nod, "Take care." Rick whispered softly, giving her a nod before stepping away from the car.

"You too." Andrea's lips tugged up in the corners and her eyes momentarily jumped over to Taehyung, only to be met with his guarded eyes. The two stared at each other for a few more seconds before Andrea shook her head and looked away.

The group trailed after Andrea as the car rolled over to the gate, pausing as Merle ran over to unlock it, "Go, go!" Merle shouted once the gate was open, making Andrea press down on the gas pedal and drive through it.

The gate was shut behind her and the group was left watching as her car drove through the field and slowly disappeared behind the trees. Taehyung's eyes remained glued on the trees for a few more seconds before he tore his gaze away and went back to the prison.

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   The tip of the pencil gently tapped against the empty page, leaving behind a trail of black dots. Jungkook's fingers ran over the empty paper before he pressed the end of the pencil against it and created a thin line down the middle.

"They hung a sign up in our town
'If you live it up, you won't live it down'"

Jungkook's eyes left the paper as soon as the delicate voice drifted through the air, caressing his ears and placing a gentle kiss on his temples. He watched as Beth tapped her fingers against her thigh, her head bopping softly and face lighting up with a soft smile as she continued singing.

"So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun."

Jungkook swallowed down the lump in his throat- eyes falling back onto the paper, allowing his hair to fall into his face to shield him. Jungkook raised his hand and tucked a strand behind his ear, wanting to see the sketch book resting in his lap. He gripped the pencil tighter and allowed the tip of it to glide across the page, his mind going blank as he continued to listen to Beth's delicate voice.

"With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip."

Peace fell over the prison, the only sound hearable being Beth's soft singing and Judith's occasional blabbers. For the first time in a while, Jungkook's mind wasn't filled with something he wanted to forget and his emotions didn't consist of anger and resentment. Jungkook felt at peace as he allowed the tip of the pencil to effortlessly slide across the paper, allowing the lines to mingle together until they created a thorny rose.

"Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
Said, 'don't look back, just come on, Jim'"

Jungkook barely felt someone sit down next to him on the steps, too engrossed into drawing and listening to Beth singing. But when he did, his eyes lifted off of the paper and his head turned to his right, only for his lips to tug down into a small frown and a sigh of annoyance to leave his lips.

"Go away, you stalker." Jungkook whispered quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone. His eyes squinted at Taehyung as he watched him lean against the step behind him and spread his arms on top of it.

"You know." Taehyung muttered lowly, a smile tugging on his lips and his fingers drumming against his thigh as he watched Beth sing, "I can draw too." His eyes finally flickered away from Beth and his smile was directed to Jungkook.

Jungkook's glare faltered and his brows furrowed, he eyed Taehyung sceptically, gaze falling onto his long fingers before returning to his dark eyes, "You can?" He murmured with a scrunched up nose.

"Of course!" Taehyung beamed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sharp pencil, "I can show you..." he trailed off, gesturing towards the notebook on Jungkook's lap.

Kook pursued his lips, staring at the thorny rose for a few more seconds before rolling his eyes. He released an over exaggerated sigh and flipped onto an empty page, offering the notebook to Taehyung without looking looking at him.

Taehyung took the notebook from him with a soft 'thank you' and placed it on his own lap. His eyes flickered up to Jungkook, only to see him purposely slouch against the stairs and look away from him with a pout. Taehyung chuckled under his breath and shook his head as he placed the end of the pencil against the paper and quickly scribbled something on top of it.

"That looks like shit."

The corner of Tae's lips twitched up into a smirk before he looked up at Jungkook, seeing the male peer down at the drawing. His face was scrunched up into a look of disgust and his eyes shimmered with disbelief.

"oh?" Taehyung breathed out, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. He lifted his hand off of the paper and looked down at the drawing he had created, "I think it looks...good." Tae exhaled sharply, trying not to laugh as his eyes danced across the page.

A wide head, that resembled more of a pear, was drawn on the paper. The person's portrait consisted of a sharp, pointy nose, that looked like a crows beak, a thin line for lips, and two dots for eyes. The dots were a bit far away from each other, giving the person a shark like appearance.

"It doesn't even look like a person." Jungkook winced, tilting his head to the side and leaning his back against the stairs behind him. He leaned closer to the drawing, not noticing that their shoulders were brushing as he observed the drawing, "I thought you said you were good." Jungkook rose a brow, leaning away from a smirking Taehyung.

"Art isn't meant to be good, it's meant to be enjoyed. And I enjoyed drawing this portrait." Taehyung grinned, tapping the end of the pencil against Jungkook's scrunched up nose, making him slap the pencil away. The pencil fell out of Taehyung's hand and rattled to the ground before rolling away. Both boys went wide eyed, looking around in the fear of destroying the peaceful atmosphere, only to sigh in relief when no one was looking at them.

"You should be forbidden to ever pick up another pencil." Jungkook breathed out, eyeing the group that was lounging around the area, looking at a singing Beth with fond smiles. His eyes left them and he looked back at Taehyung, quickly taking his sketch book away from him and placing it back onto his own lap, "This sketch burns my eyes."

"Then don't look, wouldn't want for your pretty brown eyes to burn away." Taehyung purred through a smirk, running his tongue across his bottom lip and leaning closer to Jungkook, only for the younger boy to push him away with a grimace.

"Stop that." Jungkook cringed, shuddering at the flirty remark, "are you trying to purposely annoy me? Don't you have something better to do?" He grumbled, flipping his sketch book back onto the page of the rose.

"Meh." Taehyung shrugged as he shifted on his spot, trying to make himself more comfortable. He tilted his head back and shut his eyes, huffing out a husky chuckle, "Your reactions and annoyance to me is refreshing. I usually get flirty looks and distrustful stares, but they don't last long." Taehyung peeled his eyes open and allowed his head to fall forward, smiling when his eyes met Jungkook's curious ones, "They change to fearful looks." He winked at the bunny boy, making his frown deepen.

"I like when people are scared of me." Jungkook breathed out, not looking away from Taehyung.

"No, you don't." Taehyung quickly shot back, smirk crumbling into a more serious look. He stretched his arm out on top of the step behind him and Jungkook, while his other hand rested against his right thigh.

"I do." Jungkook huffed out, eyes narrowing and fingers tightening around the pencil.

Taehyung's eyes flickered down towards his hand before he looked back up at Jungkook, "No, you don't." He repeated, eyes serious yet completely soft as a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "You want people to fear you because you know it's the only way for them to stay away from you. You're scared that if they aren't running away from you, you're gonna spend time with them and you're gonna get attached, making it more painful for you when they die."

Jungkook's eyes were wide and his lips were parted to release a breath of shock. His grip on the pencil loosened, allowing it to slip out from his fingers and roll down the page. Jungkook's eyes snapped down to the pencil as he watched it bounce off of the stairs and fall to the ground with a clunk, joining Taehyung's pencil. Jungkook pouted as he watched the two pencils before huffing and shutting his notebook.

"Fûck you." Jungkook grumbled to Taehyung, mad that the ravenette got it all right, "Everyone dies, it's something you have to get used to." He hissed, fingers tightening around the notebook and gaze staying locked on his boots.

"It doesn't mean it's okay though, nor does it mean that you can't get close to people. You should focus on the good memories, you have left of the people you have lost and enjoy the time that you have with people befo-"

Jungkook abruptly stood up, his notebook clutched to his chest and eyes filled with tears as he spun around on his heel and stomped up the stairs to his cell. Taehyung quickly sat up, eyes wide and lips forming into a frown as he stared after Jungkook. He watched as the bunny boy raised a shaky hand and wiped at his cheek before disappearing inside the cell.

"Fuck." Taehyung whispered, eyes still wide as he turned away from the cell and slouched against the stairs. He ran a hand across his face and looked at the rest of the group, slightly thankful and scared that Daryl and Rick were the only ones who noticed the exchange. But as he noticed the deadly glare on Daryl's face, Taehyung knew that he had fucked up.

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Taehyung was so used to going night after night without sleep, that it slowly became a habit of his. The only thing that didn't allow him to became a full on Edward Cullen, was his body, that just shut down as soon as his head hit the pillow. Other times he wasn't so lucky, and his body decided that the middle of a forest is a good place to take a well needed nap. Unfortunately, today was the worst time for Taehyung's body to shut down when he laid down on his bed.

A scratchy pillow was clutched between Taehyung's muscular arms and pressed against his chest tightly. His raven hair fell around his head like a black halo, and his lips were parted to release steady pants. Taehyung's nose scrunched up as he shifted on the bed, rolling onto his stomach and pressing his face into the pillow.

The sound of shuffling mixed together with his soft breaths, before a shaky hand reached out towards him and grabbed him by his shoulder, "Wake up!" A sharp whisper cut through the air as the grip on Taehyung's shoulder tightened before he was shook even more.

Taehyung groaned into the pillow before rolling onto his side, only for the hand to return and smack against his cheek. Taehyung's breath immediately hitched and his body tensed, yet his eyes remained shut. The hand lifted again to deliver another smack, not noticing the change in Taehyung, only for a deep growl to slice through the air.

"Slap me again...." Taehyung's eyes ripped open and he sprung up on the bed, only to freeze when he saw the sight in front of him, "Jungkook?" He breathed out in shock.

The gun between Jungkook's hands got cocked and raised higher, aiming right at Taehyung's forehead, "Get off the bed and lets go." He hissed quietly, using the gun to gesture towards the door.

Taehyung gulped down the lump in his throat, raising one hand in surrender, while the other pushed the blanket off of his legs, "Okay, okay, Jungkook. Jungkook, listen, I don't think you know what-"

"Shut up!" Jungkook growled, shoving the gun in Taehyung's direction. His hands trembled from how hard he was gripping the weapon and sharp pants fell from his parted lips, "Shut up, and come with me." He repeated, swallowing thickly.

Taehyung nodded hesitantly, carefully climbing off of the bed until they were face to face. Jungkook lifted one hand from the gun and quickly reached forward to push Taehyung towards the door, "Go!" He hissed quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up.

Taehyung clenched his jaw and held his breath, hands falling to his sides as he dragged his feet over to the door, "Put the safety on, Jungkook." He whispered quietly as he left their cell and looked around the silent prison.

"No." The bunny boy shot back, pressing the tip of the gun into Taehyung's back before leaning towards his ear and growling against it quietly, "Now move, or I won't hesitate to shoot you."

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oh Oh OH! Now look at that, Jungkook being a bad boy! Where do y'all think he's taking Taehyung? What do you think he will do?

Oh, another thing, Jungkook is 18, soon 19!

Oh, and another thing! TWO CHAPTERS A DAY, KEEPS THE COVID AWAY!!! Is that offensive? I don't care, I thought of it when I was on the toilet

~Benikru